"Come on, man, I promise you won't regret it!"
"Dude, go fuck yourself. I am not working in a Fireworks stand. I'm a college junior, for chrissake."
"It's five hundred bucks for only three days' work, with fringe benefits and bonuses you wouldn't believe! Five hundred!" Tony was laying it on thick, using his best salesman's character voice.
"For working in a Fireworks stand?"
"Yeah, July 2nd, 3rd and 4th. McCluskey's stand, over on I-35."
"Man, I dunno, I was going to. . ."
"Dude, you were going to smoke a bowl and not do a damn thing 'cept watch people on TV do stuff you wish you were doing. Trust me. Trust your Tony! Come on, have I ever let you down?"
"Yes, frequently."
"Well this is different. Say yes. Say yes. Say it! Yes yes yes yes..."
I started laughing at his silliness and finally said yes. I was going to say yes at the start, but I loved watching Tony talk people into things, even me.
JULY 2,
On July 2nd, I was at the McCluskey's Fireworks Stand. A 50 yard long open-faced building with one end just twenty feet from the eight-lane highway. A large gravel yard surrounded the Stand, with four port-o-potties just past the part of the Stand farthest from the highway.
The Mother of the family who owned the Fireworks Stand was Heidi McCluskey. She she was in charge, and her attitude matched her statuesque Brunhilda figure; 5-11, thick boned, huge fucking tits, blonde hair shot with grey and tied up in a bun. She spoke little, and when she did it was loud and with a German accent that was almost comically perfect for her appearance. Her husband and daughters wound up doing most of the talking. Pete McCluskey was a smiling effeminate man who was great with the returning customers. He was a good looking red headed middle aged guy, who seemed to not care much for his wife, though they were never mean to each other, just cold. The daughters Mary, 19, and Sarah, 21, were a copy of the parents, one a pale red-headed Irish lass as slender as a reed, the other a zoftig German Milk maid, curvy and rosy cheeked with shining blonde hair.
On the first day, Mama McCluskey walked up and down, supervising the Stand while Tony, Pop McCluskey and I worked the customers. To my surprise it was actually fun. I mean it was The Fourth of July, a holiday! So most of the customers were pretty happy and looking to stay happy. And all the excited kids, oohing and ahhing and jumping up and down... I mean how could you not get into that? We opened at 8 AM and by 4PM I was in the groove. The work was easy, but you did need to go fast. I had worked retail and as a waiter, so I was a quick study, which made Mama McCluskey almost smile.
Mary and Sarah stopped off twice by to drop off lunch and drinks, which made Tony me slow down a little, as they were both wearing bikinis with flimsy ripped up t-shirts thrown on top. All the guys waiting in the lot were also looking, staring and ogling. Sarah, the older one had inherited her Mom's tits, and it took all my will to not stare at how her tits bounced and swayed in their tiny bikini, as the loose T-Shirt cloth draped on different sections of her feminine curves as she moved, gestured and leaned over counters and across customer's faces.
Mary had a runner's body, lithe and supple. Her tits were smaller than her sister's but had a succulent shape to them, like two scoops of ice cream. But her sexy green eyes and thick lips, that always seemed moist, were the real eye stopper. Mary didn't lean over the counter like her sister, she just chewed on the end of her sunglasses, stretching in the sunlight. I assumed they were just spoiled little girls, being brats to the help, and I decided to just enjoy the show as they walked away, giggling and looking over their shoulders. They walked through the crowd in the lot, smiling and being nice to all the guys, some of whom they knew by name.
"That's one way to get guaranteed return customers." Tony whispered close to my ear. He sure as hell wasn't wrong, and the two sisters charmed the crowd every time they stopped by that day.
By 10 pm, the stand had closed, and Mama McCluskey had shut the windows, closed the books and locked the safe. She told us to wait inside the Shack for her to come and do a final lock up. I walked up and down the long, narrow shack, savoring the smell of nitrate and sulfur of the fireworks, the deep scent of pine from the baking of the Shack's cheap wood in the summer sun, and was feeling tired, but relaxed, and looking forward to a summer's night on a patio with a beer and the extra twenty bucks or whatever the bonus was in my pocket. Mama came back in, but only poked her through the door.
"So, Mr. Jake, you do good work. Now, you get the bonus. Tony? You do okay too. So, let's get going. Girls!" She stepped back and made way for her girls.
Mary and Sarah came into the Shack and this time were wearing just their bikinis and flip-flops, and they walked straight towards me and Tony. The smell of pot instantly filled the hallway-like building and Tony and I watched as the two sexy Sisters strutted toward us like strippers looking for a pole.
Mama shouted down at the girls, "Don't wear them out. They need to work in the morning. And lock up after you cum." Mama shouted over her shoulder. She shut the door, and me and Tony were left alone in the fluorescent light surrounded by Fireworks and two hot chicks.
"Okay, you did Tony last year, so let's switch." Said Mary, standing with her hip askew, which accented her long legs and muscled thighs - and she knew it.
"Cool." , said Sarah who then turned to us and said in a very formal, contract like manner. "Ok, here's the deal. You've worked hard, so we are your Bonus. Tonight you get hand and tit jobs.
"And the bonus' are progressive, if you know what I mean." Mary added, staring at Tony's crotch and licking her lips.
"Progressive?"
Sarah closed the distance between us and started stroking my cock through my pants, and leaned in to whisper in my ear, "Progressive, we go farther every night, based on your . . . performance." My cock twitched in my pants right under her hand, making Sarah giggle.
Mary then took over. "You will ask permission before touching us and we are not going to date you after the 4th. And if you breathe a word of this to anyone, you'll never get to come back and My Mother will kill you. And that is not a euphemism. Okay?"
"That's true, and they'll never find the body.", Sarah added in a terrifyingly perky tone.
I looked over at Tony, who was already string right at me and grinning. "Would you have believed me if I had told you?" He asked.
"Not in a million years."
"Exactly." He turned back to the sisters. "Mary, you are looking lovelier than ever."
"Shut up and assume the position." Mary growled like a sex panther. The two girls moved us to lean side by side on the counters, facing the wall of fireworks. They pulled out two cushions and placed them by our feet, and as Mary slowly lowered herself to her knees in front of Tony, languidly pulling down his pants and underwear as she did so, Sarah, in a very business like manner, had pulled out my cock and was giving it a serious look. I was already pretty fucking hard, and then to watch Sarah's barely covered tits, which had to be at least 40 D-cups, that were jiggling only centimeters away from my rapidly engorging dick, brought me to full life almost as soon as my johnson had escaped my trousers.
"Hey, this is a nice one, Sis! Thick and long, like I like them! Take a look!"
Mary peeked over. "Mmm, yeah, I guess. Too thick for me. I like a slender dick I can relax and cum on." Mary had both hands on Tony's long prick, and she moved them both up and down expertly. Tony and Mary had been looking in each other's eyes the whole time.
"Too big? Bullshit.", said Tony with a laugh.