Fallen Fruit – The New Girl

Author’s Note: The purpose of this series is to establish a vehicle through which to explore some far darker themes than I normally do through a series of short individual chapters. Some suspension of disbelief is required, and the narration may shift depending on the perspective of each piece.

If you’re reading a chapter in this series for the first time, please read the short Introduction chapter for the background and set up.

Walking up the stairs behind Jenna, I suddenly became incredibly nervous, wondering what I was about to get myself into. In fact for the past twenty-four hours my mind had been a complete wreck of swirling emotions. After having the best sex I’d ever had in the changing room yesterday, the only thing I could think about was getting more, and my whole body was giddy at the thought of it. The fact that I’d found the courage to come back and ask was a huge step for me, but now that it seemed like it could actually happen, I wasn’t sure what to think. I found myself staring at Jenna’s perfect porn star ass feeling my mind going blank. When we got upstairs I had no idea what to do.

“Why don’t we have a seat over there and talk about this,” Jenna said, walking me over to the big couch in the middle of the room. She had on a pair of black leggings and a tight pink girlie tee that framed her voluptuous body perfectly. Her dark hair was back in a loose knot, and her pretty face was just slightly made up. She looked so pretty I found myself just staring again, no longer thinking of anything at all.

“So, you’re Cassie, right?” I nodded, dutifully sitting down and gasping slightly at the coolness of the leather on my skin. I was only wearing a pair of track shorts and a tank top, and it took a moment for the material to warm. I felt completely flustered now, and the expression on my face must have shown it.

“Relax, Cassie. You’ll be fine. I just need to ask a few questions and maybe let you in on a few things before we move on, ok?” Again I just nodded and tried to smile, but I noticed I was sitting on my hands and squirming like a thirteen year old in the principal’s office.

“Sorry, I’m really nervous,” I said, trying to force a laugh.

“Tell you what, can I get you a coke or something?” She got up and walked over to the little kitchen area, getting a couple of glasses and a bottle of something out of the cupboard. She poured a little into each, then got some ice and soda from the fridge, and walked back over.

“Thanks,” I said, taking a sip. I didn’t know what she’d put in it, but it tasted good, so I drank it half the glass like it was a regular coke.

“Oh, hey, honey,” Jenna said, cautioning me, “Just sip that for a bit, ok?” She took my glass and set it along with her own on the table in front of us. “So, tell me Cassie. Why do you want to work here?”

I didn’t know what to say. It seemed like an obvious question but there were so many reasons behind it I couldn’t figure out where to start. “Well, I guess I could use the money. I mean, that’s why most kids get jobs, right?” Jenna just looked at me, waiting for me to continue. “And I like it here, and the clothes and all.” I was starting to panic. I had thought about what I wanted to say, but now it wasn’t coming out right at all.

“How old are you?”

“Sixteen, gonna be seventeen in two months.”

“And the boy you were with yesterday, he’s your boyfriend I assume?”

“Yeah, for like eight months. Yesterday was my fault. I talked him into it and he finally agreed to do it. But it didn’t go at all like I planned it, obviously. I just thought we’d fool around in there, and then it kinda got out of control. Then it got, like, REALLY out of control. But I liked it. I liked it a lot. And when we didn’t really get in trouble for it after and I went home and thought about it I really, really started liking it a lot, and I thought it was a place I kinda wanted to be all the time and maybe you and the other guy would maybe let me work here?”

I was totally rambling. I could see it on her face. I wanted to tell her what happened yesterday was what I’ve been looking for forever, but I couldn’t figure out how. I reached forward for my drink and took another big gulp and stared at my glass. Suddenly I noticed I was starting to feel warm and relaxed.

She gave me a long look, taking a sip of her own drink before putting it back down. “So you like sex, huh?”

“Yeah,” I laughed. “ A bunch.”

She smiled at me. “Like how much a bunch?”

“Like ever since I was twelve I’ve been totally fixated on it, even before I really knew what it was. And nobody else I knew was like that. And I was always really tall and skinny, so none of the boys ever had any interest in me, especially since my boobs are so small.” I glanced down at my flat little As, noticing my nipples were poking through my tank. I felt like I should cover them up, but didn’t for some reason.

“So when I got to high school I started dying my hair crazy colors and dressing punk, and that got me some attention. And I started seeing Trent and finally got to fool around, but I was always thinking of more things I wanted to do that didn’t seem like things he’d want to. It’s like my mind won’t shut up about it, and I don’t know if I’m a freak or a pervert or what.” I stopped and drank the last of my coke, having finally gotten everything I wanted to say of my chest.

“Interesting,” Jenna finally said. “You may be a little of both, but it’s not necessarily a bad thing. Actually, there are a lot of people who think the same way; you’re not so abnormal as you think. You’re just a bit ahead of the curve for a girl your age.” She put her hand on my knee and gave it a little pat. It was just a reassuring gesture, but it sent a jolt of excitement through me.

“So tell me,” she went on, “Why did you pick our shop for your little adventure?”

“I dunno, it’s a pretty popular shop because you ca-, I mean, because the stuff’s pretty hip.” I almost said because you can rip the place off so easy. “And it’s a pretty relaxed atmosphere, and you aren’t all over the customers like most places. So we, or more like I, figured we could get away with it.”

“Nothing more than that?” she asked.