Age is just a Suggestion

I work at a place where teenagers are able to work; I’m not talking 18 or 19 I’m talking about 16 and above.

My boss came up to me and said, “I got a 16 year old girl for you.”

I didn’t know how to respond to that statement. Of course, of the way she said it, it didn’t sound dirty but in my mind I chuckled.

“That’s cool,” I said, “I am only eight years older than her, I’m sure I can show her my rope, I-I uh, mean the ropes.”

She laughed at me and said, “just train her right this time, not like that other guy.”

So a week had passed and I asked my other boss, who is the assistant manager of the store, if the new girl was anything to look at. I know she was only 16 but still, something to look at would be nice considering the company only seemed to hire ugly chics, as if it was a job description.

“Oh, no, if you like them fat she’s for you,” he said.

The weird thing was, my boss liked his women on the heavier side so I thought she must be a behemoth.

I responded back with a cliche, “I like them all colors, shapes and sizes, so it doesn’t bother me.”

Well, the day had finally arrived. I was to show her how to properly make sandwiches, brew coffee, bake bread and many other acts of a food service employee.

She came strutting through the door. Her long dirty blonde hair flowing in the air as she walked but rested all the way down her back when she paused to open the door to the office. I couldn’t see from where I was standing but I was pretty sure her hair reached her buttocks. Pale skin and piercing blue eyes, she was quite pretty and looked a lot older than 16, so I didn’t feel so much like a pervert. She wasn’t fat at all, I was thinking my boss was a complete idiot. She had quite large breasts for a 16-year-old. I’m not a big fan of breasts, as I am an ass-man, myself. But her breasts were quite a work of art. Perky, firm like a titjob but obviously not as round and fake. She was a thick girl but all in the right areas. I’m not normally into blonde girls, weird thing is my girlfriend is blonde. But she was a real treat for anybody’s eyes, except my boss.

“Alrighty, uh my name is Derek, I guess Jannet told you I will be training you,” I told her.

“Yeah, yeah, she did. This really sucks. My mom forced me into this job. It’s so ridiculous, I play softball after school and she thinks that’s not good enough to keep me out of trouble, like I’m some kind of juvenile delinquent. Then I go home, and it’s Anna this, and Anna that.”

“Wow, so I guess your name is Anna,and I’m sorry to hear that, I wish I could -“

Help you is what I was going to finish my statement with before she rudely cut me off like most self centered teenagers would.

“So, you gonna show me how to bake the bread or what? I would love to get my job done and over with,” she said.

“Well, there is a lot more to this job than that, there is…”

“Well, Jannet said I was just to help you out, nothing more. So, just show me what I got to do so I can do it,” she said.

“Yeah, no problem, whatever you want to do.”

I tried initiating several conversations with her but were all shot down by her dissatisfaction that she had to work a job her mother forced her into. I decided to add some of my humor to get a smile out of her.

“You know, it’s a damn shame you have to wear your beautiful hair up, you could use your ponytail as a noose and just hang yourself if you want, so that way you don’t have to work here anymore with me.”

She smiled and said, “you know, it’s not so bad working with you, you make it tolerable.”

Just then, her name tag fell off her shirt and I chuckled with a witty comment, “so apparently, you don’t want to kill yourself but your name tag just did a kamikaze attack to the floor.”

I thought it was funny, but she burst out laughing so hard that she choked on her juice that she was drinking and it came flying out of her nose. She ran to the garbage can in the deli and spit the excess juice and whatever else she puked up into the can. It was quite gross but cute in a weird way. I was just happy to make her feel comfortable, besides all the unpleasant burning sensations she must have felt in her nose and throat.

“You’re really funny, you know that?” she said with her pale white skin lighting up like a red traffic light.

“Imagine if I tried,” I responded.

The rest of the night went smoothly, I showed her how to punch out on the computer in the office while she was on break. I would talk to her about all kinds of things, when I wasn’t getting my ass kicked with sandwiches. It was like I knew how to make her laugh – how to make her smile. I couldn’t understand why she had to be 16 and not around my age as we clique so well.

When it was time for her to leave, she worked only until nine o’clock since child labor laws were still in affect for her. She went to punch out on the computer and soon as I walked in to see if she needed help, I saw her ass arched in the air with her knees on the gliding chair moving it with her knees side to side. That feeling of blood flow from my stomach, down into my pelvis then into my crotch couldn’t help me from muttering, “Oh, my God!”

She looked at me and said, “what?”

I said, “oh, uh, nuttin’, nuttin’ at all.” And that’s exactly what I wanted to do, nuttin’ but nuttin all over her ass, I thought.

“Anyway, I’m only working today this week, she hasn’t put up the new schedule yet, so, here’s my cellphone number and just text me my schedule when she posts it,” she said while writing down her number.

“Oh, no problem, I will sure text you your hours.”

“Oh, and don’t send me stupid texts, my boyfriend sometimes uses my phone when his dies, so watch what you text me.”

Funny thing is, she flirted and never mentioned her boyfriend.