Author's Note: I was getting ready for work one day and had an idea. I've always been a fan of some of the girls I see working the stores in the mall. As it happens a chubby Goth girl has always appealed to me. Maybe the lead up to the scenario is unrealistic, but I wasn't trying to write a serious dissertation about the nature of working in a mall. I just rolled with the notion of the girl saying "yes". I tried to make it shorter, but sometimes things just grow. Hope you enjoy.
The girl behind the counter looked bored. She was the store opener, and with school back in session, there were not too many people looking to go buy CDs in the morning. I worked across the street at the grocery store, and had some gift cards to burn up before work.
"Let me know if I can help you," she said without looking up from the magazine she was reading.
She had a Goth look to her, which I found intriguing. In high school we were always told that those girls were trying to be unattractive. Her hair was dyed a mixture of black and red, and she had cut it in a rough and short bed head style. I thought that this complimented her skin, which was very pale—a hard feat to pull off in San Diego. There were several rings and a stud through one of her ears, and even a small ring in her nose. I could deal with that. What turned me on the most was the fact that she was chubby in the pleasant way. Her black leggings stretched to show legs that were curvy with a good thickness, and led up to an ass that I had to move to a different place in the store to see.
There was a hard metal stool pushed up into that wonderful bubble butt. I had never wanted to be a stool so much in my life. I looked away when she caught me staring. She didn't say anything, and went back to reading her magazine. Around her collar I could see the edges of the tattoos that her blouse was covering. The pictures were a mystery that I wanted to behold. My dick was already getting hard. I'd never really thought I'd find something so nice on the way to work.
I didn't have to be at work for awhile. So what harm was there in trying to scam on this girl? Sex is always a primary motivator in my life.
"So, how are you doing today?"
"Just peachy," she said. "I get to sit here for six hours."
"I'll be at mine for eight."
"I'll bet you make more money than me. Can I help you find something?"
"I already found you, so I'm doing well so far."
She feigned a look of revulsion and then scoffed. "Lame."
I told her my name. She tried to ignore me.
"What's yours?"
"Please leave. Buy something or go. I'll call security."
"I'll go if you want, but please just tell me your name."
"Brianna."
"Brianna. That's beautiful. Look, I know how it is. We get up every day and go to these bullshit jobs. We make less than shit to live on doing stuff that older people used to make twice the money doing. Brianna, I think you're hot, and really want to have sex with you, but if you prefer that I go then I will."
I turned to leave, and took three steps before she told me to stop.
"Are you for real?"
"As far as I know. Why?"
She looked around as though I wasn't the only other person in the store. When Brianna was certain she relaxed for awhile, and seemed to mull me over. I'll admit that I'm a rather plain-looking dude, but I'm definitely not ugly near as I can tell, and I do try to keep myself looking good. It really helps when you have a job working with the public.
"This is really crazy," she said, "and also more than a little fucked up."
She took a moment to check me out. I felt embarrassed to be in my work uniform, but that's how it was.
"You are kind of cute," she admitted. "Not really hot, but better than the guys who normally hit on me here. Are you a freak?"
"No."
"Good. If you try to hurt me, I'll bite your dick off. I'm a mean bitch, got it?"
"Sounds like fun."
She giggled. "This is so crazy. I can't wait to tell my friend about it."
Brianna told me to walk to the back of the store. She went to the front and closed that weird metal door that rolls down from the top. Then she put up a sign saying when she'd be back. With it being this slow few people would care.
In moments she joined me, and opened the storeroom with her key. I did worry about cameras. Not so much for me—I didn't work for that company, but I'd really hate it if Brianna got fired over me.
"They don't care to check the cameras unless there's something wrong," she said. "It takes too long and they're lazy."
I wasn't really sure how to best proceed, but Brianna superseded me and planted a brutal kiss on me. That was encouraging. I always like it when girls show some initiative. I forced the kiss back onto her, and pawed at her shoulders and middle. She was shorter than me, so I let myself lean down into her. It didn't take long for me to give in, and put my hands on her exquisite ass. I squeezed that gorgeous beast with everything I had until she yelped. For her part, Brianna ground herself into me.
Her lip gloss was sweet and she had on a mild body spray that was heaven to breathe in.
My hands moved to her soft middle. Brianna made little sounds like mewling as I felt her there. She may well have hated her plumpness, but a real guy can appreciate such a thing. My fingers dug deep into the waistband of her leggings, and felt the sweat that had been gathering there.
We ended up just looking into each other's eyes for a few moments: trying to figure out what the other was thinking. This is one of those odd things that I've ended up doing with a few girls. Not really sure what it means. To be honest, when I'm really turned on there isn't much thinking at all. We went back to kissing. I moved my hands up her blouse to her chest, and felt the line where the bottom of her bra was. I looked to her again for approval. All I got were two pale blue eyes burning into me. Since I wasn't getting an objection, I offered her plump love pillows a squeeze. Brianna closed her eyes a little at this, so I eased up. There was a tiny smile on those soft pink lips of hers.
I pulled her blouse up just above the bra, and moved my hands to her back to unsnap it. I had no trouble with it—that can really kill the spontaneity of the act. As I pulled the bra off I felt the sweat that she left inside of it. I wanted to take a moment to smell it, but thought that might be too much. When blouse and bra were on the floor I got a look at some of the ink implanted into her body. A tattoo of hot Goth girl was on her right arm and one of an ice cream cone was on her left. There was a trail of vines and roses that traced down her shoulders to her rounded sides, and curled around her love handles. Two little fairies hid among the vines—one on each side. Their expressions looked inviting. Of course my eyes had to focus up to take in the sight of what had been behind the sweaty bra.
I paused for a moment to bask in the glory of those delicious mounds of flesh. Her chubbiness had filled them out to a luxuriant fatness. I went at them with both hands. On a smaller girl they would have been "tea cup" breasts, but her endowment spilled well over those metaphorical cups. When I had them, I brought my mouth to the left one, which was a little bigger, and took her engorged nipple to my mouth. I wrapped my tongue around it and pulled like a hungry infant. Brianna made a little sound when I did that, and that made me feel good to have her reacting in such a way.
I pulled away from her and left a line of saliva trailing away from her succulent tit. I wanted to drink from it. Being that focused I finally noticed the star tattoo over that nipple. She was a temple of wonders.
I felt at her belly. It's just something that's always turned me on about a girl. She was uncomfortable at first, but my attention gradually let her know that I loved it. Her whole body was like a ripe fruit to me.
We both eased down onto the store room floor. The carpeting was old, but didn't appear to be disgusting or anything. As she lied down my hands squished into her doughy ass again. She was a treat. My hands found the waist of her leggings, and began pulling them down. It took a while as she was stuck to them, but eventually I was able to see her swollen mound covered in moist white cotton panties. Her thick legs were pale, soft, and inviting.
Brianna helped me get her flats off, and the leggings followed. There she was in all of her damp underwear glory before me.
"Now you," she said with a moist breath in my face, holding her hands over her cotton-masked pussy. "This is as far as you get until I see some skin."
I pulled hard to get my feet from my black work boots. I didn't want to waste the time untying them. My work uniform was always too big on me. The polyester shirt and black Dickies pants came off fast enough leaving me in my boxers. I've never considered myself much to look at. I'm taller than a lot of guys and have a larger frame. I'm not ripped, but I've spent the last few years trying to build some definition.
I knelt down to my hands and knees over her.
"Much better," she said, smiling, and moved her hands away from her panties.
There we were facing each other again: she on her back and me leaning over her. I could feel the heat coming off of her. It affected the body spray in a wonderful way. There was also the musky heat emanating from behind those panties. We shared another awkward silence while I took in the complete atmosphere of her.
Brianna moved her right hand to the front of my boxers, and felt inside the opening. Her small fingers were still warm from covering her pussy, and she found my swelling cock.
"Not bad. You could probably be harder though."
"I'm just taking in the sight and smell of you."
She shook her head with a look of incredulity. "You really shouldn't bring up smells to a girl. I know what you mean, but we are really paranoid about that kind of thing."
