"You really should come," Mia said again.
Jessie smirked, buttoning her yellow-grey shirt. She never liked the shop's branding, but she accepted the fact that she had to wear the official uniform whenever she was at work. Mia had finished dressing, and rested her bottom on the edge of the desk in their small office.
"I don't know," Jessie replied. "Sounds a bit seedy."
Mia rolled her eyes.
"Seedy?" she cried. "Oh, come on! It's the greatest club. And the guys are really nice."
She lowered her voice to a whisper:
"And hot."
Jessie winced, turning her head. She hadn't been with a guy in months. Which didn't usually bother her -- but whenever Mia told tales of her sexual exploits, she always felt she was missing out.
"The other night we didn't even make it home," Mia went on. "He took me in the back alley behind the club."
"What?" Jessie gasped. "But -- someone might have seen you there!"
"Mm-mm," Mia purred, a fiendish look in her eyes. "But that's all part of the fun, you know. Imagine if someone had..."
The door opened, and Mr. Mikkelsen stood in the doorway, obviously disappointed he hadn't caught any of them in a state of undress.
"Mia," he said. "You can leave. We don't need you today."
"Oh, please!" Mia replied, exasperated. "You told me to come in."
Mr. Mikkelsen shrugged, his big, round head growing slightly red with annoyance.
"Whatever," he said. "The store is almost empty. Take the early shift tomorrow instead.
"But that wasn't..." Mia began, then paused. "Will you at least pay me for...?"
"We'll think of something," Mr. Mikkelsen interrupted.
He swiftly left the office, closing the door behind him.
"Fuck!" Mia exclaimed, kicking the leg of the desk. "Bastard! I need that fucking money! Bet he has a pathetic, little dick, too..."
Jessie laughed.
"Don't you think?" Mia went on. "A tiny, shriveled up sausage. Never seen any action in years. Except for his own fat fingers."
With her thumb and index finger, she made a rapid little pantomime, making Jessie laugh even louder.
"Oh, stop it," she said. "Now I've got that image stuck in my head."
"Sorry," Mia replied.
Sighing, she undid her shirt and hung it back in the locker. Then she put her own tight, pink top back on.
"So -- see you tomorrow," she said. "Unless you're coming to the club tonight?"
"I..." Jessie replied slowly. "I'll think about it."
"Yeah," Mia said, smiling. "I didn't think so either."
They hugged, and Mia kissed Jessie on both cheeks. Before Mia let go, she whispered into Jessie's ear:
"Best fuck of my fucking life."
Then she opened the door and left, giving Jessie one final wave. Jessie straightened her shirt, exhaling.
She walked into the shop and opened the cash register. Like Mr. Mikkelsen had said, the shop was almost empty. An elderly lady stood by the cat food, picking up can after can, apparently scrutinizing the ingredients in each. A middle-aged man circled the wine shelves, constantly looking over his shoulder. Was he afraid someone might see him buying alcohol? He sure looked like it. And -- most surprisingly -- two young men stood in the vegetable section, laughing loudly. Jessie wondered what was so funny. Also, she'd never met a guy who voluntarily consumed vegetables. Those two looked like they belonged in the beer section more than anything.
The barcode reader was lit, the paper roll for receipts more than half full. Everything was ready for Jessie's first customer. Whoever that might be.
She recalled Mia's words: "Best fuck of my fucking life". Her voice had been all hoarse and sultry. Jessie squirmed on the chair. Try as she might, she couldn't help imagining the scene. Mia was a sexy little thing with her big eyes and her shapely body. In the back alley, she'd said. For some reason, Jessie imagined a tall, muscular guy, lifting Mia off the ground and pressing her against the brick wall. Imagined his cock all wide and swollen. Imagined Mia's cries of pleasure as it penetrated her soft, wet cunt...
"Hello?" a voice said.
Jessie felt herself blushing. Two young men stood there looking at her -- the guys from the vegetable section. One wore a leather jacket and had long, dark hair. The other was dressed in jeans and a t-shirt -- his hair was short and blond. They looked nice and fit, but grinned like schoolboys as they put their items on the conveyor belt: A banana, a zucchini, a bag of unusually large carrots, a bottle of olive oil and a packet of condoms. They looked at her, eyes twinkling, eager to catch her response.
Jessie took a deep breath. This wasn't subtle -- at all. And there was no way she was going to please them with any sort of response. She began entering the items in the cash register -- first the banana. But when she picked up the zucchini, the long-haired guy grabbed her wrist hard.
"So..." he said, suddenly dead serious. "Which one would you like to try first?"
"Hm?" she asked.
"Yeah," his friend said, still smiling. "Try. You know -- for size."
She shook her head.
"I -- don't know what you mean."
The long-haired guy leaned in next to her face.
"You do realize we're going to fuck you with all of them," he said. "Don't you?"
Jessie stood up.
