"Sorry about that," Margo eyed Yennessa with suspicion, "I was looking for something to get back at a guy I know."
"What did you have in mind?"
Slowly, putting emphasis on each word, the taller woman said, "I am not sure yet." What she really meant was "I'm not sure why you're being so helpful all of a sudden." Years of being denied from making any purchases Margo couldn't fathom why Yennessa would suddenly change her tune. Was it part of an elaborate trap? That didn't seem right.
Margo had never personally gotten to know Yennessa but Amy had told her a few details. While Yennessa was three years older than the pair of roommates she had developed a friendship with Amy during their summers studying magic and was even assigned as Amy's mentor in her last summer of training. Despite their shared experiences and student mentor relationship the two witches had never become terribly close, only ever catching up when Amy made a trip to Knocker's. Still, even knowing all that Margo can't piece together why Yennessa had a sudden change of heart.
"Well, if you're looking to buy something from this section, someone obviously did something to you," taking on an almost therapeutic tone she said, "tell me what happened."
Margo looked down with one brow raised high as it can possibly go. For years this chick wouldn't so much as let Margo take an item a few feet away from the shelf let alone buy anything and now she wanted Margo to air her grievances to make a sale. What exactly was going on here? Margo was at a loss for words.
With a retail smile, Yennessa broke the silence, "I can't help you find the right tool for the job if you don't tell me what happened. Besides," she lifted the right corner of her mouth to transform her smile into a smirk, "talking about your problems is the first step to feeling better, the second step is cursing them." Perhaps it was Yennessa's sudden change in attitude but looking down at her Margo had never realize just how gorgeous the familiar clerk was. Big brown eyes, full lips, long dark hair adjusted to flow to one side all brought together by a smooth olive complexion. And then of course there was her short yet voluptuous body Margo couldn't help but envy a little. Proportionally thick thighs supported her ample bottom in jeans press firmly against flesh. And Margo's favorite feature, a V-neck crop top which put on display both the woman's proud full figure and a generous helping of cleavage, especially from Margo's vantage point. Though Margo couldn't remember, she'd actually noticed all these things the first time she met Yennessa but quickly forgot about them once she'd been told "no sale". With Margo's opinion of Yennessa having flipped like a dime she began explaining her situation.
"Well, this guy, Brando," Margo let out an exhausted breath as she thought of a way to talk about her woes, "so about a year ago we met on a hook up app. I was upfront with him, told him that I wasn't really looking for anything serious.
At first, he seemed fine with it. Occasionally he would ask if I was seeing anyone else and say 'Good for you,' before not-so-casually dropping how many other women he's seeing. I think it's weird that he cares so much but whatever, the sex is great and he seems nice enough. Then after a month the red flags came out and instead of running away, I ran towards them.
He told me he wanted something more with me. Said he felt we had a real connection. I was really iffy about it but eventually he wore me down, mostly by making me feel uncertain about the future. At the time I thought his only flaw was that he only liked one kind of sex, not a very imaginative guy in bed.
So, three months later we're still not super serious but we're," Margo paused to put air quotes around the next two words, "officially together. I told him I was having doubts but he convinced me I was just being nervous.
All the while he seems like a nice guy. He listens, he wants to make plans at least twice a week, we even took a vacation together towards the end. Honestly, it also felt nice to," Margo hesitated for a second, she thought she might be getting a little too personal with a store employee but Yennessa seemed to be listening intently, "commit to someone like that.
Unfortunately, despite what he told me; he couldn't do the same. So, like, two months ago my coworker Nikki is telling me about this guy she went out with and it sounds a lot like Brando, especially when she started talking about this guy's massive cock. The real dead ringer was a poop emoji tattoo on his right ass cheek. And if you're wondering why I didn't just ask her for his name you'll have to ask Nikki how she can fuck a guy without ever getting his name," Yennessa giggled which triggered a warm feeling in Margo's body and mind, "There were other clues before that here and there. I can't believe I bought his stupid lie about all the condoms in the trash just being there because he didn't want to make a mess when he jerked off. And the more I looked into it the worse it got. It made me feel like such an idiot for giving him all that time," Margo physically shook the oncoming memories out of her head, she was not about to ruin the moment by becoming an emotional wreck in the middle of a store. She couldn't believe she was telling this to someone that was basically a stranger. She hadn't even told Amy any of this stuff yet for fear of looking vulnerable because like you perverts, she's a flawed human being. It felt good not only to talk about it but also because a little voice in the back of her head told her this was how she would get her prize so she continued, "After a night of processing it all I decided I was going to dump his ass the next day. I was going to drive over to his place after work and tell him about what a possessive asshole he's been. It wasn't so much that he cheated but more that he had asked me to commit to him exclusively. I just wish I could get all the time I wasted on him back.
Well as if though my week hadn't already been shitty enough, I got a text from Brando while I am in a meeting. Two texts actually. That's how he breaks up with me. 'We should break up' and then 'I'm just not feeling it anymore'. That was the last I heard from him," Margo paused for dramatic effect, "until yesterday. I asked him through texts and voicemails why he broke up with me and I just got total silence until fucking yesterday," Margo pulled out her phone and fumbled around with it for a few seconds and then handed it to Yennessa, "This is un-fucking-believable, I can't read it out loud."
Yennessa grabbed the phone, the tips of her fingers brushing against Margo as she took it. She noted that the taller woman quickly retracted her hand once the phone has passed hands. She couldn't believe that it might actually be a good idea to help Margo buy something from this shelf but she knew that her nose never lied. Yes, if Margo smelled of good karma there was, theoretically, no harm in helping her make a purchase.
The text read, "
I'm sorry to drop out on you like that. I should've told you my reasons. I've been talking to this new girl at work for a few months now and she is more my style. You're really hot and all but your whole alt punk thing doesn't really fly with my crowd. You know I just need my bosses to see me with someone who looks classy. But you know I miss that tight pussy of yours and I know you can't get enough of my big boy