The Corruption of Evie
Chapter One
It had been a week since Evie had turned 18, she had celebrated the day by sitting in her room reading a book, she didn't have many friends and the few she did have were away for the summer, her family were no good either, she was an only child, her mother had left when she was little and her father split his time three ways between working, drinking and sleeping. Anyways, since her birthday Evie had spent her days searching for a job, her father had told that she would have to start working now that she was eighteen and he was no longer receiving child support.
Evie had asked for work everywhere that she could think of, clothing stores, supermarkets, charity shops, etc, she had managed to get a few interviews but they had never called back, choosing some other candidate instead. Dressed in blue, baggy jeans, a black t-shirt, grey jumper and black trainers, she headed into the city centre in search of a job. She walked for a while, checking shop doors and windows for 'staff wanted' posters, eventually she spotted one outside of a bar that was looking for a waitress, it wasn't the kind of job that she would ever want but she was getting desperate, she took a deep breath and headed inside.
It was an hour before midday and the place was pretty quiet, there was a couple of older gentlemen sitting playing cards in a corner, a middle-aged couple sharing a quiet drink at a table and a guy who looked to be in his mid to late thirties sat drinking at the bar. She walked up to the bar, stood a little away from the drinking man and waited for a member of staff to appear.
Evie's patience was rewarded after a couple of minutes when a barman appeared from behind a staff door. "Can I help you?" he asked with a smile, the man was older-looking and a little overweight, she felt his eyes travelling over her body despite her modest clothing, it made her shudder.
"I'm here about the waitressing job" she stated, her voice quiet and a little shaky from nerves.
"That job has already been taken."
She felt her heart sink.
The barman smirked at her, "I think we could find another job for a sexy little thing like you."
Evie froze, she didn't know how to react to a comment like that, she wanted to run but fear paralysed her.
Fortunately she didn't have to say anything, the late-thirties man turned towards the barman and spoke for her. "Fuck off you perv before I speak to your owner," he said, his voice low and threatening.
The barman took a step back in shock, gave the customer a dirty look and stalked back into the staff area which had come from.
"Are you alright?" the man who had come to her aid asked her.
"I'm ok" she lied unconvincingly, her voice shaky.
"Have some of my drink to calm yourself down." He pushed his drink towards her.
She shook her head, "I don't drink," she said truthfully having never touched a drop of alcohol after seeing what it had done to her dad, he had never hurt her but his words were often abusive.
"Well if you don't want a drink then how about a job."
She looked up at him, "you really have a job going?" she asked excitedly.
He smiled, "I do indeed, though I warn you it might be a bit out of your comfort zone."
That put Evie off a little bit but she couldn't be too fussy, it couldn't be any worse than what the barman had been hinting at. "I'll do it."
The man laughed, "at least come to my store and see what the job is first." He finished his drink and headed to the door.
She followed eagerly.
The man walked quickly and always kept himself ahead of her. She hurried after him as he turned down a side street and opened up a shuttered door. She went inside after him and immediately stopped in her tracks, he had led her into an adult store. The walls and shelves were lined with all sorts of erotic items, those closest to her were lined with dildos, vibrators and many other toy-like objects that she did not recognise, the further she looked back the stranger the items on sale got, she shuddered thinking about what they might be used for. Another section of the shop was dedicated to items of clothing, she saw lingerie, skirts, heels and other items of clothing that she had not seen before. The store was huge, far bigger than it looked from the outside. She figured that it must extend behind all of the shops on the main street.
"Please come in." The man said. He had stopped a few paces in front of her and was watching her look around in shock with a bemused look on his face. "I'm not expecting you to use any of this stuff," he added with a laugh having seen that she wasn't moving.
She was incredibly nervous and a little scared but she pushed herself to take a step further in, she needed the job and it could be entirely innocent, he might just need someone to stand behind the counter. "What would my job be?" she asked, her heart hammering in her chest.
"Nothing dirty I promise you" he said with a friendly smile, "I just need someone to do some general work about the place, behind the counter, restocking the shelves, stock-taking etc."
"That sounds easy enough," she replied, she also found that it was easy to look at him rather than look at all of the erotic items on sale.
"Great, would you be willing to do a little interview?"
She nodded.
"That's great, I think we should start with a little roleplay scenario, I'm going to play a customer and you're going to sell me something, sound good?"
She nodded again.
He pointed out the counter and told her to wait behind it, as soon as she was behind the counter he turned towards the exit. When he reached the door he turned back around and started to act as if he was a customer looking around at the shelves.
Evie wasn't sure what to do but she thought a proactive approach would be the best option, with that in mind she approached her potential employer and put a smile on her face. "How may I help you?" she asked.
"I'm looking for a present for my wife." He said, "I'm often away on work and I'd like to get her a toy to keep herself satisfied with."
She didn't know what to say, she hadn't been expecting him to be so open. "I guess you could get a dildo," she said nervously pointing at one of the smaller dildos, she blushed bright red as you spoke, talking about this kind of thing always made her flustered.
The man shook his head and gave a frustrated sigh. "That was awful," he said, breaking character. "You've got to sound more confident, and you should always address customers as 'sir' if they're a man and 'miss' if they are a woman, understood?"
She nodded her head.
"Use your words."