When I was eighteen I had a job at Walmart. 'Had' is the operative word in that sentence. I was released from my employment after having a minor difference of opinion with a customer. It was just a case where the customer wanted to return an item purchased and I refused to accept the return and demonstrated a remarkable unwillingness to refund their money.
My manager heard the exchange and had a few words with me. Two of them actually. "You're fired." He then started smarming all over the customer, assuring her that he was more than willing to accept the return of her purchase and refund her money.
I didn't depart immediately. I stayed to watch the fun. Where was the item she was returning? I answered before she could.
"It's out there, dickhead," I said. (You might guess I wasn't interested in getting my job back.) "And over there, and over there, and some more over there. You'll need a brush and shovel to get all of it."
What had happened was this. The woman had bought a very nice TV, quite a large one. She was parked just outside the doors and I could see everything. The box was too large to fit in the boot of her car so she'd taken the TV out of the box on the assumption that the TV was smaller than the box and would go into the boot.
She was right to a certain extent. She got at least half the TV in and tied it down, covering it with a blanket and tying the lid closed holding everything in place. Then she backed out. There was a car coming so she stopped, half out, apparently forgetting the amount of TV that stuck out. The passing car collected the TV, knocked it onto the road and ran over it. The next two cars also ran over it, leaving dead TV all over the place. So she wanted a refund and I said no.
(It wasn't saying no that got me fired. It was the fact that I gave my candid opinion of the woman, with moron being one of the kinder words. I don't think I'm cut out for customer relations.)
It was fun watching my ex-manager trying to change his mind about a refund. Having an expensive TV returned because it was faulty or because the customer made an error is one thing. Having a pile of twisted wreckage returned when the store was in no way at fault was something else.
When he tried to take back his assurance she was all, but you said, and I hastened to remind him that he had indeed given an assurance of a refund. My ex-manager finished up calling security. Not on the customer but on me, demanding they escort me out of the store. I left, laughing.
So there I was, temporarily between jobs. It wouldn't be for long. There's work available if you're willing to do it and I was. It wouldn't be in the retail industry, but I'd manage.
A couple of days after that event I was at home and at a loose end. One of the advantages of a steady job is that it gives you something to do. I couldn't even hang around with any of my mates because they were all at work. I could only sit back and wait for replies to my job applications. Feeling restless, and seeing it was a very nice day, I decided to stroll down the street. I'd buy some lunch while I was out.
A few doors down I came across Marlene watering her garden. A cute young thing, Marlene. She was about five foot six, nicely built, reasonably intelligent, in her early twenties. She was also married but I, being an arrogant young sod, ignored that. She was really quite attractive. I stopped to say hullo.
"Steve," she said in reply after I hailed her. "Not working today?"
"Not for a few days," I humbly admitted. "The boss caught me arguing with a customer and fired me."
"Bit harsh for a first offence, wasn't it?" she asked, sounding surprised.
I shrugged. "Who said it was the first offence?" I asked in turn. "Um, he might also have mentioned something about unsavoury language, but that was after he fired me."
She gave me a suspicious look and I told her the story.
"I was telling her she was a moron, studying to be an imbecile, when Mike came up from behind and heard me. End of the line for yours truly, but she really was a stupid woman. If you'd heard her going off you'd have agreed with me."
"So what are you doing now?"
"If you mean in general then I'm waiting for replies to my job applications. I'm sure a fine upstanding young man such as myself will be much in demand. If you mean this moment specifically I'm trying to think up an excuse for you to invite me inside so I can take unconscionable advantage of you. Maybe coffee?"
She blinked, looking a little startled, and then smiled.
"You're a little young aren't you," she suggested. "Besides, I'm married."
"Old enough," I assured her, "and I'm not married. You can consider it a teaching moment. I've barely begun a life of debauchery. I need an older woman to guide me."
"I'm not that much older," she said, sounding a little peeved. "Anyway, like I said, I'm married."
"Oh, that won't bother me. If it bothers you at all feel free to say no. I'll just ignore you and debauch you anyway."
"Not funny," she said repressively, but I just grinned.
"It amuses me," I pointed out. "I'll be even more amused once I hear you start protesting as I take off your clothes. Let's take this inside so we can advance my agenda."
I casually placed a hand on her arm and turned her with a little bit of pressure.
"So are you going to offer me coffee?" I asked as we moved towards the door.
"No, and I think you're in for a bit of a shock if you think you can try anything."
We'd reached the door by that stage and she calmly opened it and walked in, me following close behind.
"Why is that?" I asked, curious. She sounded amused and confident, quite sure that I wouldn't try anything she didn't want me to. Mind you, I suspected that she hoped I would try something. Good for her ego if nothing else.
She didn't have to answer. A voice behind me did that for her.
"If it's time for coffee I'm in," came the breathless voice and, turning my head I could see Denise from across the road following us into the house. I guess Marlene had seen her coming which was why she entered the house so agreeably.
Denise was a friend of Marlene. Similar in size but blonde to Marlene's brunette. Another attractive dish, also married.
"As a matter of fact, no, we weren't discussing coffee. I was simply dragging Marlene inside so I could work my wicked wiles upon her," I said calmly. "Seeing you're here I'm quite willing to handle both of you."
"He's kidding," said Denise and Marlene giggled.
"No, I think he's serious. Slightly demented, but serious."
Denise was nearest to me so I reached out, took her hand, and pressed it against my groin. Her eyes open a little wider when she found out what was waiting there.
"Ye gods," she gasped. "He's serious all right. Have you noticed what he's got?"
Marlene hadn't but she took the time to check now. She exchanged glances with Denise.
"Still," she said with a shrug, "we are married."
"You're straying from the point here," I told them. "Namely that I don't care about your marital status and I'm going to force myself upon you. I'm bigger and stronger than you and you'll just have to do as I say."
"You're dreaming," scoffed Denise.
"Why would I be dreaming?" I protested. "It's obvious I have the pair of you at a disadvantage. You're just going to have to get used to it. Ah, may I suggest that you start removing your clothing?"
"Not going to happen," said Marlene with a giggle, with Denise giggling and nodding in agreement.
I shrugged and reached for Denise. She was wearing tights and a t-shirt and it should be easy to take those tights down. It was easy, dead easy. I just took a hold of them and had them down round her ankles in nothing flat, rising back to my feet as she gave a squeaking yelp and cupped her hands in front of her groin.
"I can't believe you did that," gasped Marlene, while Denise was wailing, "Why me? I thought you were going to go for Marlene."
"I already said that seeing you're here I'll take on both of you," I pointed out. "I'm young and lusty and can handle you both without any problems. As to why you, well if I'd started on Marlene you might have got cold feet and bolted off home. It seemed to me that you're not going to bolt off home with your tights around your ankles."
"You can't seriously believe that we're going to let you have sex with us," gasped Marlene.
"You already checked how serious I am," I reminded her, taking her hand and pressing it against my groin again. "As you can feel, I haven't changed my mind."
I felt her hand close around me for a moment before she withdrew it. She and Denise were both glaring at me.
"What do we do?" Denise appealed to Marlene.
Well, you could always pull your tights back up if you're that reluctant. The thought crossed my mind but I wasn't so stupid as to express it.
"Well we either pick up a heavy object or," said Marlene, looking at the rolling pin over on the sink.
"Or what?" demanded Denise, with me echoing a silent, "Yes. Or what?"
"We acknowledge that he's too big and strong for us to handle and yield to his brutal demands."
"Now you're joking. Don't you understand that this is serious?" wailed Denise.
