Virgin Porn Star

Virgin Porn Star Part1

Mercy's POV

"I'd like an iced coffee and a bagle with cream cheese to go," the customer told me.

"Will that be all sir?" I asked.

He gave me a look that said that there was something else, but that he wouldn't mention it.

"Right then.." I muttered. "Your total comes to $5.50." I turned away to grab his bagel and cream cheese just as my co-worker, Mike, placed the iced coffee on the counter.I slid the bag with the bagel in it and the cup forward and reached for his money. As the register was printing the receipt, I could feel the mans gaze on my body. Damn my mom and her genes. Don't get me wrong, I liked knowing that I looked good, but not while I'm at work, and I have this weirdo guy looking me up and down. I handed the man his change, and said with as much glee as I could muster, "Have a good night, sir!"

He took the change, all the while staring into my eyes with a knowing look. Way to make a girl feel uncomfortable.

As he picked up his purchases, he replied with a smile, "You have a good night as well ma'am, and I will see you tomorrow."

I was glad there were no other customers in line, because once he was out the door, I grunted as I whipped off my apron and slammed it on the counter. Mike laughed.

"And what do you think you're laughing at mister?!" I asked him, my hands on my hips.

He shook his head and started wiping off the counter. "Nothing, nothing, nothing at all," he replied while trying to hold back a smile.

I sighed and started helping him clean up. I was just glad my shift was over. Most days, I loved working at the tiny little coffee shop in town. It was quiet and peaceful, and I never had many problems. But low and behold, today, my manager decides we need more business, and made today's special 'Buy One Muffin, Get Two Free' and we had had so many customers, I couldn't even keep track of orders. At least the long day was over for me. Mike would close up like he normally did, since he was in charge of that. Shelly was the only other worker here. The shop didn't have any other workers, and the three of us liked having as many hours as we could get and came in everyday, but we didn't always have the same hours every day, which was kind of nice, since it wasn't so repetitive.

"Ok, Mikey, I'm done for the day, I'll see you tomorrow." I sighed.

Mike nodded and said, "Drive safe, Mercy"

"Thanks." I replied as I walked out the back door.

As I made my way over to my small black car, I thought about the fact that I may love my job at the small coffee shop, but the pay I received just wasn't going to keep me going. What with paying rent for my small apartment, trying to keep up on my insurance bills, which I hadn't paid for this month due to lack of money, and bills for my car, food, and other necessities, I wasn't sure how much longer I could hold on to my small job.

There was just so much I loved about my job. I met Mike and Shelly there. Mike is a really great friend. He's really cute, and has one of the nicest bodies I've ever seen, but I've never seen him as anything more than a friend. I can't figure out why he doesn't have a girlfriend. He's so sweet, and he has this look about him that's unmistakable. His skin is the color of mocha, from which he told me was the result of his mother being white and his father being black. And thank the lord for that, because he was one sight to look at. Mike is 23 and his parents had quite a bit of money, so money isn't really something he worries about. Shelly is 31 and used to work as an accountant, so she has money saved up from that. She may be a little older, but she still looked great.I could never see her as an accountant, what with it being such a boring job. Shelly is so lively. But, I guess thats why she quit her old job. I, however, am completely broke.

On my way home, I thought about my last customer, and how he had said he would see me tomorrow. Did that mean he was only coming back to see me? I was already a little creeped out by this man, no need to add to that the fact that he was coming back to see me tomorrow. I'm 19, so working as the cashier, I get quite a few guys that make comments about my looks or ask me if I want to hang out some time, but this guy was just different somehow. He looked like he was older, maybe in his 30s. He dressed over the top. He was wearing a white vee-neck tee-shirt with a dark brown worn-in leather jacket, and very nice jeans that had a rugged look to them, but you could tell that they were extremely expensive, along with the rest of the outfit. I distinctly remember that he wore boots that went just to his ankle, and looked like they were carelessly thrown on by the way the laces were strewn in every-which-way. His hair was long and reached to his chin and was wavy and looked like it had three different color tones in it. He looked very attractive for some one in their thirtys, if it weren't for his personality. He was just creepy, and that's all there was to it. I didn't like the fact that a thirty-something year old was acting that way towards me. I'd like to think my age is obvious, because I look like a 19 year old.

I tried to clear my head of the man as I parked my car behind the building my apartment was in. I walked down the alley and a cat ran the opposite way. It may seem spooky that my apartment door entrance was in the alley, but I'd been in and out of there so many times, and nothing had ever happened to me as of yet, so it felt rather normal to walk through there. My co-worker Shelly often warned me about the area I lived in, and told me to keep an eye out, and be careful of the alley, but I had much bigger things on my mind lately. I was broke, and I had to do something about that. I was becoming desperate lately, and I knew that I would take anything I could get. Trouble was, I couldn't GET anything. It was frustrating trying to find work in this economy, especially when I had no experience in anything. I had dropped out of high school and got my apartment right when I had turned 18 relying on my coffee shop job. I never got along with my mom, and as soon as I could get away from her and her drunk tendencies, I was out of the house. For the first couple of weeks, I stayed with Shelly, grateful of her generosity. She helped me find my new home. Now, I'm struggling to keep my apartment, with late rent payments. I have a feeling my landlord, Jacob, will kick me out soon. I know that he doesn't want to be mean in doing so, but he needs to make money and pay for the electric and water in the building somehow. So, I don't blame him.

After I had unlocked my door, went to my room, stripped my clothes, and put on some pajamas, I pulled two hot dogs out of their package in the fridge, and put them on a plate, and into the microwave for a minute. While those were cooking, I got myself a glass of milk, a hand full of sun chips, a fork, and ketchup. When the microwaved 'dinged' I pulled out the plate, and poured some ketchup on it, then took my 'dinner' into my small living room where I curled up on my only piece of furniture in the room, a small love seat. I turned on the television to the news. I could barely pay attention to it, and once I was done eating, I shut it off, threw away my garbage, opened the door to my room, and stumbled into bed. I had worked the later shift and all I wanted right now was to sleep, and not think about how my life was crumbling AGAIN. I had to work the afternoon shift tomorrow, so I would get to sleep in, for which I was glad for. The last thing I thought of before I drifted off to sleep, was that creepy mans smile and the knowing look he had given me.

It's my first story on wattpad, and if I find that people like it, I will be more motivated to post more. So, please, if you like this, vote, comment. <3 :)

Also, I posted a picture on the side of what Mercy's car looks like. ;)