My life was in the crapper. I had been, only a year ago content and happy with the way that things were going. I had a good home, a beautiful wife, a step daughter that was a pleasure to be around. I had a nice company car and I was respected in my work place.
Then it all started to fall in on itself. The company I worked for went bust so I lost my job and car. I couldn't get another job and I started to get behind on the mortgage payments. Then I found out that my wife had been having an affair and she kicked me out of the house. So that was me, no job, no home, no family. I really hit rock bottom. I ended up for a short time living on the streets. If I had the spare cash I would of turned to drink.
I managed to get a job on minimum wage managing a store on a camp site selling bread, milk gas bottles, bar--b-que coals and that sort of thing to the people using the camp site. It was not the best of jobs but it came with accommodation which meant that I was off the street and I had a little cash in my pocket. I had thought to myself that I would do this for a short period and move on to something better.
The store was seasonal and could get quite busy during the summer and holidays. The owner had told me that I could hire extra help during these times but the rest of the time I would be able to run the place by myself. Boy was he right! Most of the time the place had it's regulars that stayed each weekend and had permanent pitches for their Rv's. There was the odd visitor and some passing trade but most of the time it was very quiet and I had plenty of time to myself.
The customers I did get were all in the holiday frame of mind and all but a few were very happy and friendly. The men were usually getting ready to go fishing and hunting and stocked up on beer and bait, whilst they were off for the day I also got visits from the women and children. The children usually wanting sweets, drinks and ice-cream, the women wanting general supplies. A few were quite flirty with me and being the host to them as it were, I would respond in kind. Usually I got extra sales this way. But it was all in good humour and I never expected anything to go anywhere. I needed this job too much to jeopardize it in this way.
Things plodded along in this way for about six months until one quiet Wednesday afternoon a large mobile home pulled into the park. A couple came into the store and booked in to the site until the Sunday. They bought a replacement gas bottle which, as it was quiet I offered to deliver to them. They thanked me and returned to their RV and set off to their plot. After tidying up and locking the shop I collected the gas cylinder and headed down to their plot. When I arrived, I knocked on the door only to be answered by a young girl I assumed to be the daughter of the couple. She could not have been much more than eighteen. She had long straight blond hair that reached down to her butt. She was slim, verging on the skinny but with a figure that was all woman. Her breasts must have been around a 34C and hips to match. She wore cut off jeans shorts and a tight cut off sweat shirt that revealed the flattest stomachs that I think that I have ever seen. I stood there with my jaw on the floor.
She smiled at me with a coy, shy smile and said "Hello, you must be the guy from the shop? My parents said that you may be coming down with a gas cylinder."
I just stood there, struggling to get out a response. "Y-yes." was all that came out. She stepped out of the RV and headed around the side. As I watched her ass swaying when she walked she turned around and looked at me.
"This way." She said.
I went to follow her then suddenly remembered the gas cylinder and went back a pace to pick it up and followed her. She led me to a compartment on the side of the RV and turned to face me.
"I'm Cheryl by the way." she stuck out her hand for me to shake.
"Danny," I managed to get out "and yes I am the guy from the shop."
I realised that I had already answered her previous question and felt myself starting to turn red. I was like a little boy. I took her hand; it was warm and so soft, she had a delicate touch.
"Can you just leave the cylinder here?" she asked "My dad is very precious about his RV and doesn't like anyone else to do anything to it."
"No problem." I said placing the cylinder on the ground next to the compartment "I can pick up the empty cylinder later." I added.
Cheryl responded with "My parents have just gone to check out the facilities and replenish the water. Would you like to come in for a drink and wait for them? They shouldn't be long."
Again with that smile. I was putty in her hands. "Yes, I'd love to." I said.
We headed back to the door, again I watched her as she led the way. This time I tried to take in the whole of her. Not only was her ass swaying as she walked but her whole body moved like a snake, lithe and as if her whole was a fluid motion. She was awe inspiring. And she knew it. She had a confidence that was beyond her years. She turned to me as she reached the door. She must have seen the way that I was watching her and I felt myself begin to turn red again. She opened the door to allow me to enter the RV. I stepped up into what I can only describe as a palace. The interior was finished in walnut and gold plated fittings. The whole place was mood lit with LED lights along the ceiling with under cabinet lighting in the kitchen area. The fixtures were all high quality with a large communal area as you entered. It was obvious that no expense had been spared on the interior. The fact that the exterior did not make obvious.
"Wow." I said as I entered.
Cheryl followed me in.
"That's what most people say when they come inside." she said. "As I said, dad is very precious about his RV. Sit down."
She said gesturing to one of the upholstered leather recliners that surrounded a large polished table.
"What can I get you?"
She opened a cupboard which was lined with bottles of alcohol.
"Or a beer if you prefer?"
"A beer would be good." I said.
She closed the drinks cabinet and opened a fridge below stocked with beer.
"I hope you don't mind this brand?" she said "It's all that daddy drinks."
She opened a bottle and handed it to me, a German beer called Warstiener, one that I had seen before but never tried. I sipped at it from the bottle. It tasted okay. Cheryl sat down opposite me with a bottle of her own. I looked at her.
"It's okay," she said "Daddy let's me drink it as long as I'm either inside or we're on our own."
"I don't want you to be getting me into trouble with your father." I said.
"Oh, don't worry about Daddy." she said "He's a little pussycat. He'll do anything for his little sweetie".
