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To anyone passing by, Michael would have looked like a disgruntled college sophomore with a decidedly scrooge-like expression. They wouldn’t have been wrong in assuming that he was unimpressed with something and there was reason he was feeling so grumpy.
Nothing was ever good enough for his family; his mother gave him a hard time for not having a girlfriend while his dad hassled him about getting a better job.
On top of that, he’d received an automated email an hour before, that had informed him that he needed to be reevaluated for his student loans. He’d skimmed it on his phone, and as far as he could tell, they were saying something about him needing to pay more. As it was, he was barely getting by, and the thought of having to pay even a little more made him want to vomit.
So, he trudged staunchly forward and tried to push it all to the back of his head as he turned a corner. Life was not being kind to him. He worked at a dead end job at a comic store. He worked there as a manager. Christmas was near and the store had a sale on not only comics but also on toys and memorabilia. He never really got the hang of it.
He had reached the store where he saw a line. With a disgruntled look on his face, he opened the door of the store with his keys. He slipped inside and slammed the door behind him.
He flipped the light switch and saw several rows of boxes were stacked high and wide in the middle of the back room. All of them were full of Black Friday merchandise, and nearly all of them would need to be put out in less than two hours. He was just about to wonder how he would possibly get it all done in time when his phone buzzed.
He fished it out of his pocket and looked down at it. It was his co-worker, Maria, Hey, I’m really really sorry, the bus is super late, I probably won’t be there until five fifteen. I’ll try to get there as soon as I can!
Michael scowled at the text message and tried not to break his phone screen as he pecked hard at the touch screen, ok.
His store owner had arranged for the employees to be dressed as anime characters to attract more customers. Michael grabbed his backpack and headed for the restroom, “Of all the goddamn stupid, idiot things…” his mumbling was cut off as he slammed the door.
It was ten after five when Michael stepped out in his holiday uniform. He was to be dressed as Naruto so he wore an orange and blue jacket with a white collar, a white swirl with a tassel on the left side, and a red Uzumaki crest on the back. He also wore orange pants with a shuriken holster on his right knee, blue sandals, and a blue forehead protector. He was looking perfect.
Michael, however, did not feel like Naruto. In that moment, he hated himself and he hated everyone who was lined up at the door. Before he could commiserate on how ridiculous his outfit was, his phone buzzed.
It was Maria, Hey, should I come in through the side door? I’m five minutes away.
Yeah, I’ll open it for you, He replied with a sigh.
As he stacked the merchandise, he tried to ignore the people that were staring at him through the window. As he began to build a pyramid out of board games, he heard so someone knocking. He winced and kept working, but the knocking became louder.
His phone buzzed in his pocket then and he went wide eyed, “Aw, shit,” he said as he made a beeline for the back door. He’d forgotten all about Maria, and she was probably waiting for him at the door.
Sure enough, as he skittered into the back room, someone was pounding on the door. He opened it quickly and stepped aside as his coworker pushed through.
“Geez, Michael, I’ve been out there for like six minutes!” The girl huffed as she slammed the door behind her with her rump. Her face was bundled tightly with a thick scarf, and in her hand she held a paper cup.
Michael was nearing his limit, and hearing her yell at him nearly pushed him over the edge. He glanced at the cup in her hand and scowled angrily, “So you’re late but you had time to get yourself a drink,” he said coldly.
The young woman was in the process of peeling the scarf off her face, and she ripped the second half of the material away from her neck as she flashed a look up at him, “This is for you!” She shoved the drink toward him, “The bus was late and I had to kill some time anyway, asshole,” she charged past him after letting go of the drink. Michael barely caught it as he turned to see her kick the bathroom door open.
A stab of guilt shot through him, but he clenched his fist as he looked down at the coffee. His relationship with Maria was confusing enough for him, but he was in no mood to deal with any of that. He’d always treated her coldly, if only to distance himself from her. She had a boyfriend, and he was technically her boss, so he told himself regularly that it was in his best interest to keep it professional with her.
The two worked in silence for nearly an hour. Sooner than he’d thought, most all of the special merchandise was out, and only a few extra boxes of product remained in the back. In that time, Michael’s emotions hadn’t stabilized at all, if anything, he was feeling even more erratic.
He knew that he needed to apologize to Maria, but he didn’t know how, so instead, he approached her and quietly muttered, “Hey… you should change into your uniform.”
The young woman didn’t make eye contact with him as she grabbed her backpack and headed back into the bathroom.
After sometime the door behind him clicked open. He turned and watched Maria step out of the restroom. A queasy feeling came over him, followed by confusion, then several seconds of excited nausea. Maria looked incredible. The outfit looked as amazing on her. She wore a light lavender, sleeveless kimono-style blouse with vertical lines, tied with a dark purple obi around her waist. She also wore a pair of short dark navy shorts with thigh-high stockings and black high-heeled boots. The fabric clutched her tightly as she appeared to be dressed as Hinata.
She was a short girl, and she was teased for being slightly overweight. A single, terrible, selfish thought came over Michael as he stared at her. It was the culmination of many emotions that he’d been struggling with, and the last twenty-four hours were bearing down on him like an insurmountable weight.
“Michael…” The young woman stared back at him with a look of concern on her face, “Are you okay?”
Michael felt hot tears rolling down his cheeks. He blinked several times as he furrowed his brow. He shook his head once as he balled his fists, “No… I’m not okay,”
In that moment he understood exactly what a nervous breakdown felt like. “Everything is wrong,” he said slowly as he threw his head back and laughed. He allowed his tears to flow freely as he squeezed his eyes tightly, “I might not be able to afford college anymore, I’m working a shitty job and eating ramen every night, and my family thinks I’m a failure!”
He gestured to her with another laugh as he opened his eyes and chuckled, “I have to work with you almost every day and pretend that I don’t think you’re the most amazing woman I’ve ever met”. “My coworkers hate me because they think I’m getting paid more than they are for being a manager, I’m not qualified to do shit!”
Maria stared at her supervisor with wide eyes. After Michael had finished, the corners of her mouth turned down and her face darkened, “You think you’re the only one who’s got it bad?” She asked flatly as her eyes began to well with fresh tears.
The question caught Michael off guard and sobered him considerably as he swallowed hard.
“At least you’re passing your classes, I’ll be lucky if I skate by in most of them with a C,” her voice wavered as she grits her teeth. “My grandma died a week ago and the only thing my family cares about is who gets her shit!” Maria screamed suddenly as her eyes filled with rage. “I just found out that my boyfriend has been cheating on me for weeks with my sister and I’m so sick about it that I haven’t eaten in three fucking days, Michael!” She screamed once more as she took a step toward him. “I’m sorry that you’re having a shitty morning, Michael, but that doesn’t give you the right to treat me like shit! I’m not your damn punching bag!” She stepped up to him and shouted in his face.
Michael wheeled backwards, both because of her shouting and because he’d never been that close to her before, “No… I’m sorry,” he croaked hollowly as he wiped his face once more. “You didn’t deserve that… I’m sorry.”
She took a step back and wiped her own face, “Did you mean what you said about me?”
He blinked, “Which part?”
“The part about me being the most amazing woman you’ve ever met?” She said surely as she wiped her nose with her wrist.
Michael’s tongue felt suddenly leaden, “Well, I… I mean… yeah,” he resigned himself to his fate as he admitted it, though he was unable to look directly at her.
She took a deep breath and stepped closer to him, “Fuck me, Michael.”
Michael looked down at her in shock, “What?!”
She swallowed hard as she trembled, “I’m serious… fuck me right now.”
Fantasy and reality blurred for a long moment as Michael’s head span. He looked down at his watch and blurted, “We have to open the store in seventeen minutes!”
“You need that long?” She stammered as she reached out to him. Her eyes were filled with longing, and Michael shook his head fervently.
“There are like, a hundred people lined up outside!” He said desperately as his voice cracked.
She looked up at him hungrily, her cheeks still puffy and red from crying, “Please… just hearing you say that you want me…I’m already wet.”
Every part of his logic was completely overridden by her brown eyes and her dark hair. His erection strained against his pants as he became instantly hard, and his chest heaved as he struggled to fight against his lust.
In the end, there was too much negative in his life, and the young woman in front of him was overwhelmingly positive. Before he could think twice, he grabbed her artlessly and kissed her lips hard.
Maria opened her mouth with a gasp as she swept her arms around him and hugged him tightly. His tongue was touching hers a second later, and she was kissing him back, her hands already moving over his zipper.
Michael grunted as he flipped her suddenly and shoved her down onto the breakroom table. Her tights did little to hide her curvaceous bottom, and he grabbed the material at her waist and yanked them down, panties and all.
Maria yelped as she felt herself being exposed suddenly, and she parted her legs as she leaned forward, “Fuck me, Michael,” she repeated as she tilted her hips upward, “Do anything you want to me.”
Michael hissed through clenched teeth as he stared down at his co-worker’s smooth ass. He slapped both of his hands down onto each of her cheeks and slid his hands downward slowly. He parted her curves and saw that she wasn’t lying: her smooth pussy was glistening and ready. He reached down to his zipper and yanked out his straining cock, not even bothering to undo the top button. He couldn’t remember the last time he was so hard as he gripped his length and leveled himself down to her.
“God…yes…fuck!” Maria shouted as she felt him penetrate her. He felt warm and full inside of her, and she smiled widely as she braced her palms against the table.
Michael was incapable of easing into it, and as he felt the hot walls of her pussy around him, he groaned once more and began to fuck her earnestly.
Maria’s eyes rolled as she swayed herself down onto him, urging him to go faster and harder, “Ah, yes!” She bit her lip as her dark hair was tousled about her face. Fresh tears began to stain her cheeks, but they were shed for an entirely different reason.
Michael leaned over her and thrust himself deeper inside of her. He reached one arm around her torso and grabbed her breasts as he rocked forward. Even through the thick material, she felt incredibly soft, and he squeezed harder as he felt his climax approaching.
As he groped her, Maria licked her lips and howled, “It feels so fuckin’ good in my tight pussy, Michael! Please don’t stop!”
He didn’t want to, but he knew he wouldn’t be able to stop his impending orgasm, “Maria…I can’t…” he gasped as he continued to slide in and out of her.
“On my ass! Cum on me!”
Her command threw him over the edge, and he slammed her back down onto the table and pulled out of her. With heavy eyes, he groaned as he squeezed his cock tightly. The opening around his zipper was soaked in both of their fluids, and he could feel his balls straining behind the material as he unloaded in her. His cum sprayed her big ass as he moaned. The thick liquid ran down her supple skin, and he fired the last few shots right onto her cute little puckered asshole.
His day had started out so poorly, and the entire week might have been one of the worst of his life, but now.
The curled toes of Michael’s shoes pressed against her ankles as he felt her pulsing around him. He panted over her for a long moment, wishing desperately that they had more time together. Then, he withdrew slowly with a long groan before he winced down at his watch.
Maria managed to peel her face away from the table, “W,what time is it?” She asked, still shaking.
“Five till,” Michael murmured as he staggered over to the sink. Clumsily, he turned on the water and began to wash his hands.
A moment later, Maria stumbled up beside him, “I’ll…open the doors and make sure there’s no trash,” she said as she reached for the soap.
“Yeah…I’ll get the registers,” Michael breathed his reply as he dried his hands.
Maria nodded while looking straight ahead, and Michael tried to ignore her as she dried her haha on a bunch of paper towels before using them to wipe her bottom.
“Thanks for shopping at John’s, good luck out there today!” Maria smiled as she handed a receipt to the customer standing in front of the counter.
“Thanks for coming in, have a great day!” Michael stood several feet beside her at the next register.
There were a dozen people still in line waiting to check out, but Interestingly enough, both Michael and Maria looked genuinely happy.
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