Chapter 1: This looks like a good and normal life, or "Swim swim swim" thought the whale.
So I'm not going to recite my whole life story here. Suffice it to say I'm a fuck up. Ok well, I'll back up a bit and just give you a brief overview. I wanted to be a musician when I was younger, I practiced a lot and focused on it quite a bit but failed monumentally because a mix of I wasn't as good as I thought and I had no social skills, among other things. A little later I became interested in religion and wanted to pursue that but that has its own hurdles, at least in the more "official", let's say, spheres. Maybe I'm more Rasputin than Padre Pio, but I digress.
So yeah, I've never had any...what's the word? Oh yeah, success. I'm a monumental failure, at least in the objective, materialist sense. So I never lasted very long at jobs, or had all that many jobs, really. This brings us to the beginning, which is a fun place to start because it's where all the gooey, humiliating goodness begins.
Through the help of my Father, some improvements in lifestyle/social skill on my part, and the grace of God, I obtained a job. I worked in a grocery store as a clerk. I know what you're thinking, it wasn't as glamorous as it sounds though. I stocked shelves, received orders, helped customers, cleaned up messes (including my own sometimes) and the like. I think I did a decent job, being somewhat of a compulsive person. But the tasks of the job weren't really going to be the problem.
Chapter 2: Here come the girls, or Oh fuck I'm in trouble
(I'm going to change girls' names here of course) So my little life is going along well, I've gotten over the initial anxiety of this new responsibility and aside from a few standard adjustments I'm, well, just doing my job. Me being me, this involves a good deal of following female customers around and going to the bathroom to offer up a glistening sacrifice to the Goddesses, but you know, it's not getting in the way too much (Everyone knew, obviously, I mean, there are cameras and mirrors all over the place in a modern store like this) but yeah that just made it more exciting and who cares, everyone likes me, as I'm a hard worker and nice guy who isn't at all a weird creepy pervert, right?
Jenna was the bosses' (my bosses were a husband and wife) daughter, and my first, uhh, problem. She was all of 19 years old, and...my Lord. Beautiful blonde hair, face like a porcelain doll, sweet little body, and the attitude of a girl who was aware of all this. Looked like she figured she was queen of the world, above anything. And when you're the bosses' daughter and you look like that, I suppose you are. She was a cashier and as such she wore a uniform, but one day she came into the store to see her parents on her day off in white jeans that were, and I cannot stress this enough, absolutely just painted on. I was following her around like a lost, horny puppy, until I saw Jake, my boss looking over at me from another angle. Jake is about 6'4'' and 300lbs or so. I am decidedly not in this weight class or social status of owner. So being little clerk monkey, I retired to the bathroom to deal with the thought of Jenna's ass which for all intents and purposes she was basically just showing everyone. I don't think I need to tell you nothing ever happened with Jenna outside of my imagination. A girl like that doesn't have much time for a loser like me. Which makes her all the more gorgeous. I used to pray that I'd get to see her bend over, and sometimes God would grant me my request, and...wow.
Maida was a Muslim girl, 18. Now Maida knew. You doubt me? She knew I tell you! I mean when a girl reluctantly, briefly, looks in your eyes with disgust every time she sees you and she's just telepathically transmitting: "Ugggh, pervert" She was very shy and had trouble communicating with customers, being from Tunisia until recently coming to the West. So sometimes she'd be at the checkout and she'd be talking with a customer demanding this or that and she'd give a panicked look over in my direction "Help me!" and I would think "Oh yeah, now I'm useful, now I'm worth looking at, huh?" but honestly I loved helping her anyway, so I'd always rush over. She had a very pretty face couched in a niqab with pouty lips and these big eyes that looked like they belonged on an anime character. She also had a big ass I'm pretty sure I actually literally drooled over in public a few times. I used to time my walks around the store so I'd wind up behind her, and she'd be pulling at her top trying to get it down over her swaying fat buttocks. I'd be thinking: "You can't cover buns like that up that easily!"
Allahu akbar, indeed.
I don't think I need to tell you nothing ever happened with Maida either. I also don't think I need to tell you I spent a fair bit of time in the bathroom pumping my big, often floppy and limp, leaky cock trying to picture her nude, curvy, brown bod in there with me. And then thinking: "Could I even get it up to fuck her anyway?" Here's a short transcript:
"HHHHHHNNNNnnnn nngngngngnnnnnng ohfuckohfuckohfuckoh Godohfuckthatslut i wannaseehernudeohfuck AHHHHHH fuckfuckfuckyouslutahhhhhh"
Eloquent, huh? Yeah, several prestigious publications have contacted me, but I thought better to write for you, dear reader. You're welcome.
I won't describe all the girls at length, thinking it better to instead go ahead with the story and get to my tantalizingly embarrassing downfall. Suffice it to say I lusted over a lot of women there, and I hope God blesses them all.
Chapter 3: Success! Or You haven't met the likes of a loser like me yet, honey.
As the days go by, I grow in confidence and this is all very healthy and normal and great, at least from my warped point of view. I have now taken to just brazenly flirting with female coworkers who are open to it. Among these chiefly are three: Genevieve, a 22 year old who is just P-E-R-F-E-C-T for me, that is to say she has a great body, is kind of dumb, and really, really likes me (I would later find out that she was always talking about me to other coworkers and that she fantasized about me) Chantelle, 29, a dumpy but sweet little redhead who also took to me, but in this case was just trying to get back at her boyfriend for cheating, more on that later. And Sarissa, late 20's, a brickhouse I would have (tried to anyway) ridden like I'd stolen her if I didn't screw everything up instead of actually screwing these girls like a functional horndog. I got a lot of body language from her seeming to indicate she liked me, but who knows. She had a boyfriend too, so I may have just been kidding myself there.
