First off, I would like to thank you for reading my very first submission to Literotica! This first chapter is a quieter intro to a much, much larger story. If you all can bear with me I promise that Sam's journey will delve into a much darker, sinister place that has a definite place here in Reluctance/Non Consent. I mean for this to be a many chaptered chain story so if short and sweet is your thing then maybe you can save this for later or suggest it for someone who enjoys them instead. Like I said before, this is my very first story so I absolutely would be grateful for any criticism and or praise! I beg it of you, really. I'm learning and I hope that this is my intro into bigger and better things.
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4:23... 4:30... 4:35... 4:40... Every time Sam looked at the clock, it crept along slower and slower.
"Where the hell are you Jill?" Sam exhaled as she unconsciously wiped down her register again, waiting for her reliever to take over so she could go home. The problem was, Jill was becoming less and less reliable and worse still, Jill was her boss! Pretty Jill with her Barbie blonde hair and her tiny body... She looked like she belonged on a beach in Cali rather than Colton, Indiana.
Sam on the other hand looked exactly like she belonged right here in small town USA. She was 26 years old, almost 27. Her long chestnut hair was naturally highlighted from weekends in her mother's garden to visits to the beaches of Lake Michigan. Her eyes were blue with a circle of brown around her pupil and her soft olive skin was gently tanned. She wasn't skinny like Jill but was a healthy, muscular build of 143lbs on a 5'5 frame. Her breasts were round and full D cups and her ass was firm too. The little rebel in her was inked with many tattoos. Her back, ribs, and hips, shoulders, wrists, and legs, they all bore the marks of a young woman with too much time on her hands and some extra money to play with.
The door chimed as someone entered and Sam could hear Jill's flirty laugh. When she looked up at the clock it read 5:28 and Jill still had to prep for her night shift.
"Hey there, Sam!" Jill squeaked as she bounced in and threw on her red vest with Frey's stitched on the breast. Frey's was a very small, family owned hardware store just a couple of blocks from where Sam and her mom lived.
"Hey Jill, I was beginning to worry about you." Sam lied. She stored her cleaning supplies under the counter and rested her chin in her palms as she leaned on the counter.
"Oh, you don't have to worry about me!" She giggled as she ignored Sam's sarcasm and walked to the back of the store to finally get to work. As soon as she came back out, Sam could get her purse and leave.
5:40... 5:48... 5:56... Where did she go? While there were no customers in the store, Sam hesitated to leave the register at the front and go look for Jill. Nate the lumber yard boy was here somewhere but more than likely, he was outside on his phone with a cigarette.
Several more minutes ticked by and the soft rock on the radio was starting to drive her mad. "Jill!" Sam called out through the little store. "Jill, can I go home now?"
There was no answer as she listened except for John Mellencamp's R.O.C.K in the USA, overhead. "Fuck you Jill, you piece of shit!" Sam slammed her fist down on the conveyor belt and left her register after checking the parking lot monitor and making sure it was empty except for Jill's Ford Fiesta and Nate's beat up old Chevy truck.
The employee offices were in the back of the shop and she burst through the door to nothing but an empty desk and lockers where they kept their personal belongings while on the clock. Sam was about to grab her locker key from her pocket and just leave when she heard a man's voice coming from Jill's father's office. The door was closed but the lights were on and there was a little window in the center of the door.
She knew in her gut she shouldn't look but curiosity got the better of her and she crept towards the door to just barely peek in. Sam had to put her hand over her mouth and nose to stifle the snort she wanted to release! Jill's fried, bleached head was bobbing up and down in Nate's lap as he sat in her father's office chair. Jill was down on her knees and had her back to the door where Sam peeked in and Nate was clearly too focused on Jill to check on their privacy.
"Hooooollllyyyy Ssshhhhiiiiittt!" Sam whispered into her hand. Nate tightened his grip in Jill's hair and slammed her face down on his cock so hard that even Sam could tell she was choking on it. The look of pure ecstasy on his face was enough to make Sam clench her legs together.
"If you can't take it to the hilt, I will shove it up your ass dry again!" Nate hissed, slapping Jill with his free hand. It was enough of a blow to cause her to cough and pull off his dick while she gagged for a moment.
Nate was huge! Erect, he had to be at least nine or ten inches with a very solid girth. His muscular legs flexed under Jill's tiny hands and she resumed her blow job before he could hit her again. It must have been what he wanted because Sam watched his eyes roll back into his head and he corded up like a snake ready to strike.
"That's better baby. Now when I cum you better swallow it all, milk me with your throat." He threw his head back as he began to pant and he gripped the office chair till his knuckles were white. "Fuck yes! Fuck I'm going to come down your throat!"
Jill whined and groaned loud enough that Sam could hear her through the closed door. Her hips were swaying with need for her own release but Nate made no outward sign to reciprocate and her hands were firmly grasping Nate's naked legs.
"Jillian baby, you are learning so well." The hand that had balled her hair into his fist relaxed and he slowly began to pet her and smooth her hair back out. "Next time, don't be fucking late. I don't want Sam here when we fuck around."
"Thank you, Master." Jill panted and Sam had to lean away from the window. There was no holding back her completely astonished squeak and she quickly decided it was time to return to the register before she was caught.
Just when Sam returned to her register, a pair of headlights pulled into the parking lot and she watched the camera as two older men got out of the car and started walking in. As she gathered her wits back about herself, it dawned on her how wet she was between her legs. Had she really been turned on by Jill and Nate?! She squirmed awkwardly as the doors opened and the men entered.
"Good evening and welcome to Frey's. Can I help you find anything?" The two men acknowledged her greeting, but didn't answer her outright. Perhaps they hadn't heard her.
"Yeah right..." Sam sighed as she looked back up at the clock across from her register. It was 6:15 now. Her mom would surely be calling her cell which was tucked away in her purse in the lockers. She should have been home almost forty-five minutes ago
She watched the two old men in aisle 4 who were checking out different brands of light bulbs and lamp replacement parts. One of them kept looking back her way and nudging his friend. Once he decided to make suggestive comments about her breasts, Sam looked away in disgust. Really? Old men have to be sickos after what she just watched in her boss's office?
Sam retyped her password into the register so she could check out the two men as they came back to the front of the store.
