"Have a good night!"
Danny waved after the customer as they left, then quickly moved to the door to lock it. With a sigh, he slumped back against the wall, reaching behind the keyboard stand to flip the switch and turn off the neon OPEN sign in the window. What had started as a short morning shift had turned into an all-day affair, leaving him exhausted and questioning if the barely-above-minimum-wage job was worth it.
"Was that the last customer?" Emily called from the back room.
"Yup!" Danny yelled back, pulling the scissor gate across the front of the store. "I just pull this thing shut, right?"
"And put the lock on, yeah," Emily called, stepping out from behind the counter. She put her arms above her head and raised onto her tiptoes, stretching her whole body. "Christ, thank god that's over, right? There should totally be more than two people here on a Saturday night."
"Definitely," Danny replied, glancing at Emily as she stretched. He felt a sudden surge of energy looking at her, glad that if he did have to be stuck at the small electronics store so late, it was with the cute brunette. His last double had been with his manager, which had devolved into a half-dozen repetitive "training drills" whenever the store was empty. With Emily, he could just goof off and make jokes.
That the store's red polo hugged her chest a bit too tight didn't hurt, either.
"I know you don't normally work close, so I took care of most of the closing procedures," Emily said, moving towards the front of the store to make sure the gate was set. "If you can just count down the registers, I'll reset the shelves and we can get out of here."
"No problem," Danny said, returning to the front counter. "Thanks again for offering to give me a ride home tonight."
"It's no problem, really," Emily said, waving his thanks off. "Kevin was a dick to make you stay, he knows the bus doesn't run this late."
"Yeah, well, normally I'd get a ride back from my roommate, but he's home visiting family this weekend."
"I know, Danny, you've said that already," Emily said with a smirk.
"Right," Danny said, laughing nervously. "I just feel bad."
"Don't," Emily said, stepping up to the counter and leaning on it for a moment. "I'm more than happy to help you out."
Emily gave him a smile before turning to work the shelves, leaving Danny with a warm feeling as he pulled the cash drawers out and began his count. He got through the first drawer fast enough, but as he started on the second, Emily began to work on the shelf of cables directly across from him. With her back to him, he was able to take a longer look at her. She was a head shorter than him, with curly brunette hair that reached halfway down her back. The tightness of her shirt made it easy to see the outline of her bra, and it ran just short of her jeans, allowing him to catch a glimpse of the pale white of her lower back. The jeans themselves seemed to sit a bit low, too, and he wondered if they were perhaps a bit too small for Emily's wide hips and cute little bubble butt.
"You almost done?" Emily asked, and Danny quickly looked back to his count as she glanced back over her shoulder.
"Y-yeah, almost."
"Cool. I'm basically just doing busy work, so whenever you're finished, we can hit it."
Danny focused up, feeling a bit embarrassed. He wondered if Emily had caught him leering, and imagined it had to have been a little obvious. He was only two years older than her, but she'd just turned eighteen a few weeks ago, so it felt a little weird to be vibing on her. Still, he couldn't help the way his mind wandered, imagining what it would be like to spin her around and kiss her-
Danny shook his head, his guilt fighting against the lusty thoughts. Even if their age difference wasn't really an issue, he at least had to think of Sara. True, they'd only been out on a couple dates, and they hadn't actually discussed whether they were exclusive yet, but the fact that they'd already gone down on each other suggested they were heading that way. Danny decided to just stay focused on getting the count down and getting home; if he had to jerk it to the thought of Emily to get her off his mind, he could take care of that then. After a few more minutes, he'd finished up and was ready to go.
"Hey, I-" Danny started, but the words died in his throat as he looked up to see Emily down on her knees and bent over, reaching to straighten items on the bottom shelf. She was more or less in doggystyle position, and her jeans were stretched tight against her ass. The tightness also had the effect of causing her jeans to ride lower, and he could see the top of her ass crack, as well as the slightest peek of her powder blue panties. The width of her hips and the way she was wiggling as she moved just exaggerated the effect of it all, and he was suddenly hit with the image of himself with a hand on her lower back - which he could see a lot more of now, the shirt having ridden up - as he plowed into her from behind.
