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[TWO] : EXTRA LARGE CONDOMS.

BRITNEY PLEETH

I SCAN THE NEXT ITEM, shoving them to the side and starting to calculate the price of the medicine, that the elderly woman had bought.

"that will be $18.98 please." i try to do my peppy voice but it's strained from a long day of work. i didn't love work, but i had to be smiley and grin to keep the job.

she reaches for her purse, and rustles through it with her withered hand. she takes out $18 but i don't see the rest of the change. glancing up hastily, she doesn't quite reach my eyes.

"i'm so sorry dear but i d—don't have the rest of the money." she gulps while her eyes start to water.

i hate when this happens.

but what's the point of denying $18 that she already has? i look at the medicine she's buying and the label reads "STRENGTHENS BONES AND WEAK MUSCLES". she needs the damn medicine with how i just saw her hands trembling.

if i choose to be petty, she'll be upset, i'll be guilty for the rest of the day and i'll get nothing from it.

i sigh and bite my lip, "it's okay, i won't tell my manager." i wink at her while she returns my look with a gentle yet warming smile of thankfulness.

she grabs her medicine whilst giving me one last hopeful grin before shuffling towards the door and leaving.

finally, my shift is literally done. it's seven P.M and my work ends here. i'm about to take off my name tag and prop it up on the banister before my manager leaves his office and looks at me. for fucks sake.

"hey Brit." he scratches his head awkwardly.

i knew he wanted something, just by his irritably needy face. i knew exactly what he's going to say but i didn't want to say a word.

i knit my eyebrows together and walk towards him, "hey Bobby."

he sighs, "i'm so sorry but would you mind working the night shift? Nick called in and said he can't make it, because he's sick. i'll pay you double?" he smiles, questioningly.

i hate the night shift, it lasts from seven P.M to eleven P.M and it's so pointless. hardly any customers come in at this time and you're just stuck on your phone. nevertheless, i shrug because i do need the money.

"fiiine." i drag out. he's lucky that i'm nice, otherwise my ass would be gone as soon as.

"thanks, so i'm about to leave. lock up when you're done." he throws me the keys before yanking on the rest of his jacket.

great.

i sit uncomfortably on the stool near the cash register and bring out my phone. wow, no messages. for some reason, I'm not surprised. my mother hates me and i have no friends.

i scroll through social media mindlessly for next couple of hours and eat a couple snacks. i was undeniably bored and regretted staying but i keep reminding myself of the cash.

the bell to the entrance rings and the automatic doors open. i was shocked, nobody comes here at this time. thank the heavens, someone's here though. and god damn.

he's good looking.

his hair is dark brown with a blue streak swooped through the middle and his tanned muscles peak through his muscle tee, fuck. he's sweaty with some hairs sticking to his forehead.

he smiles at me, revealing some white teeth and i almost feel like dissolving into my seat. i try to smile back but it probably ends up looking like an alien grimacing.

i try to act hot, and sitting up a little straighter but i'm nonetheless gobsmacked at how good looking he is. oof.

"hey, do you know where the condoms are?"

he says this so nonchalantly without a care in the world. he bites his lip and that's when i realise why he's so sweaty. of course.

he paused his sex session just to get condoms.

i clear my mucus—covered throat and start to get up from my seat. my legs slightly shake from nervousness. "yeah sure, what size are you looking for?"

we start to walk into aisle 9, which has the pregnancy tests, the condoms and birth control pills etc. we finally reach the condom part of the aisle and he shuffles through the sizes from the company DUREX.

"extra large."

my breath hitches and i bite the inside of my cheek. what the actual fuck?

extra large?

what the fuck is he keeping in his pants, a Dino? i can't help my eyes from wondering down to his area and I see the dick print under the sweatpants.

his eyes connect with mine and catches me staring, shit. he smirks. how am I supposedly not to? he just said he needs an extra large, who wouldn't? he finally grabs what he's looking for and takes about eleven packets.

we awkwardly walk back to the till and I feel his heated stare on my ass. i scan each one of the packets. "that will be $33.99, please."

he brings out two twenty dollarbills and says "keep the change." he stuffs the condoms into his pockets.

he winks at me before jogging to entrance and leaving.

"have a nice day?" i say mostly to myself with my cheeks flushed a bright red and my body feeling unusually hot. i'll probably never see him again, tragic.

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well that sucked. i'm sorry for that boring ass introduction, this is going worse than I would've thought. buuut if you like it, comment !!

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