All characters appearing in the following narrative are fictional. Any resemblance to any real persons - either living or deceased - is entirely coincidental on the part of the Author. Unless otherwise noted all persons appearing in the narrative are written as being of the majority age of eighteen years owing to depictions of graphic sexual activity contained throughout the body of this work.
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Cassie arched her back, raising her hips off of the mattress, making it more difficult to keep the miniature vibrator in any kind of contact with her clitoris. She muffled the moan of pleasure into her pillow in her best attempt not to wake her little sister in the top bunk whilst cursing the continuing need to live at home in order to afford college. Sweat beaded on her forehead - as well as over the rest of her body - and her orgasm, weak and diffuse as it was, gave her the release that she was going to need to finally fall asleep. Such had been her 'ritual' since she was fourteen and had first begun pleasuring herself. Now it was either this or going out and getting a little something on the side while trying to convince herself that she was not a total slut. Sliding the toy from between her still quivering thighs and discreetly hiding it under her pillow, Cassie pulled her panties and pajama bottoms back into place before rolling over and falling into an uneasy sleep plagued with dreams of hot sex with anonymous men. . .
The atrium of the small shop was unimposing - it was retail after all - and aside from the reflective glass and the security guard standing watch Cassie might have thought that she was just walking into another part-time job interview.
"Name?" Asked the security guard.
"Cassie Flynn," stuttered Cassie as she drank in the sight of the guard's wide chest and tree-trunk sized arms. "I am here to see. . ."
"I know why you are here Miss Flynn." The guard read her identification and then buzzed her through into the store.
The interior of the store was a sex-addicts wet dream come true. All done tastefully of course, but there seemed to be something on display for every taste and desire and all of it was marked to sell. There appeared to be two other employees of the store already on hand. One counting money from the safe and into the registers. The other checking off inventory from the colorful displays against a print out on a clipboard that they were carrying. Both were of an age close to her own - college students - and both were dressed conservatively for business in nice slacks and blouses. The only item of uniform on them being a small rectangular name tag with the store's logo on it.
She might have liked a little more time to take in just what it was that the employment agency had sent her into but before that could happen her thoughts were intruded upon by a woman that stood no taller than four and a half feet in height and had clearly been elderly during the first Roosevelt Administration. Despite her obvious age she was possessed of an energy that was immediately overwhelming and a personality that was warm, welcome, and inviting. She grabbed Cassie's hand in her own - with an iron grip - and pumped it vigorously.
"Cassie Flynn?" she asked but did not pause long enough to wait for an answer. "Oh course you are. I am Maude. That is what all of my girls call me and have done so since before I sold Patton his first piece of ass! Pardon the brusque manner but when you are as old as I am you never know when you are going to drop dead. The open position is evenings and nights. Pay is twenty dollars an hour, plus commission on sales of more than a hundred dollars. Are you in or not?"
"Yes . . . um . . . I guess . . . sure." Cassie stammered. Overawed and impressed with her new boss at the same time.
"Good to hear it. Drag your pert little ass back to my office so I can make you a name badge and put you on payroll. . ."
Cassie passed the remainder of the day getting to know the 'morning girls' and having Maude give her a crash course in 'selling sex'. Something she claimed to have been doing for more years than was considered appropriate and had no intention of quitting any time soon. It was obvious almost from the start why her people adored the old woman and her spunky nature. Cassie could tell that she was going to enjoy working at the Maiden's Gift. . .
Her new apartment wasn't large but it had gotten her away from her parents. It was also a ten minute drive in either direction from the college campus as well as 'the store'. Cassie yawned and stretched after her nap and allowed herself a quick shower before dragging on a nice pair of denim jeans and a clean polo shirt for her shift tonight. She averaged thirty hours per week and made twelve hundred dollars a paycheck - before taxes. As a going away present to her little sister she had gifted her the mini-vibrator that had given her so many hours of pleasure. Figuring that she had just turned eighteen and probably was going to need something along those lines until she got a place of her own and the scummy boyfriend of hers could slip a fuck into her whenever the two of them wanted. Cassie would be amazed if Becca made it through her freshman year of college before she was pregnant.