Author's Note: This story is completely fictional and did not happen. All names of characters are fictional and were made up. Please do not copy and plagiarize my work.
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"I need a clean up on aisle three! Customers have spilled drinks all over the floor. Clean up on aisle three!"
A female voice called out from the speaker system in the store, alerting any other employees who were currently not busy on shift. Aisle three was across the store where one young man found himself stocking a shelf of canned goods. It was just another Tuesday afternoon at Food Cat. The building had served as a local small business grocery store in Mesa Arizona for over twenty years now. Competition may have moved in across small towns, but the business had remained open. Some had joked that not enough dollar stores or Walmarts had moved in yet. Jerry had found himself applying for a job there after moving back home earlier this year. Returning home was the least of his plans. At twenty-six years of age, he was hoping to be enjoying his life in California.
That all changed back in February when he received an urgent phone call from his father regarding his declining health. Jerry was asked to return home and take care of him. His mother had passed long ago and despite having an older sister, she was not interested in traveling back home to work as a caretaker. His father had suffered nerve damage in both legs from a car accident several years prior, combined with a rare disease that had now rendered him to a wheelchair. Up until now, the old man had proven to still have some spirit in him to avoid the chair, but those days were over. Jerry had to leave a high paying job in California he had managed after college, along with a girlfriend. She refused to travel with him, leading to a bitter and nasty breakup. It was all over now that he was back home.
Getting out of a small town and into the bigger world was a major accomplishment in Jerry's life. He had worked in San Diego, putting his marketing degree to use with a high paying job there. Going back home had easily defeated him mentally. It was one thing to witness his father's suffering and feel down over it. But it was something else entirely to be living back in the same small town environment he had grown up in. The dust storms were not something he missed, nor was he nostalgic about this local grocery store he now worked in. It was a sad old thing to drive back to your childhood home everyday, all while thinking about his sister who was able to get out and live her own life. Jerry tried not to think about it negatively, always reminding himself that his father needed his help more than anything. Through the passing days, he missed driving through San Diego.
Before he left, Jerry went to a barbershop for a hair cut. His dark brown curls were beginning to grow back, pushing past his ears now after eight full months. To compliment the shorter hair, he grew a black mustache, but kept the rest of his face shaved. This was as far as Jerry went in concern of his physical appearance since he had an average build. That was the result of not working out much since he spent his off time taking care of his father. Whenever he had quality time by himself at home, Jerry spent those hours playing old games on his laptop. It helped that he could escape the stresses of life by loading up the first Diablo game or Warcraft 2. He was thinking about what he would do once he got home while lining up the cans on a higher shelf. Today was a ten hour shift, but it could not be over faster. Letting out a sigh, Jerry heard the sound of heels stomping from behind him.
"Busy boy today, Jerry?"
He turned to be greeted at a familiar face. One of his co-workers was an older woman in her early fifties with a strong Midwest accent. Jerry immediately smiled, trying not to blush as he gazed back at her face.
"Good morning, Susan. I thought you were off today."
Her big blue eyes looked back at him as she quietly shook her head. Long curls of golden hair flowed beyond her shoulders with a slight touch of grey. It was always difficult to make eye contact with her due to something else on her body that served as a distraction. Susan was a buxom woman, or 'stacked' as the right word Jerry would use. Despite her age, she had quite the rack. Everyone who worked at Food Cat had to wear a uniform of black pants and a light blue button up shirt. Those buttons often were hanging on to dear life, when she did not have then fully unbuttoned to expose her heavy cleavage. No size was enough to contain her huge boobs that always looked as if they were going to spill out.
"I was called in early today. You know Dave, he always has to call off."
Jerry sighed at her words. He knew her frustration with their manager who loved to call off randomly. Dave had over a decade worth of time built up a store manager to have special privileges.
"Yeah, that sounds about right for him. Are you going to do clean up?"
Susan laughed, shaking her head.
"No, I should be asking you that, right? You're young and can handle a mop, right?"
She teased him, forcing the younger man to smile. Susan began to walk away, leaving him there on the aisle as her heels clicked and clacked across the white tile floor. That woman knew how to make her presence known and then make an exit as he stood there thinking about her. From the day Jerry first met Susan a few months ago, he had tried to deny the attraction he felt for her. She never wore any rings on her fingers, leaving him to wonder if she was a divorced woman, widow or whatever. Then again, she was old enough to be his mother. Every time he seen her boobs, he tried not stare, but that was hard. They had to be an E-cup, he thought to himself. Susan was a natural beauty. Despite her age, Jerry knew that her striking blue eyes and blonde hair complimented those lovely boobs.
