Would You Like That Orgasm With Fries?

Hello! This is my most recent submission and is intended to be a stand alone story.

Thank you to my many friends who have prompted me to write again. I get a rush out of the idea people are enjoying themselves when they read the stories I submit.

English is my second language, but I am trying to do better with having others proof read and being more careful myself.

Enjoy it and let me know what you think!

Would You Like That Orgasm With Fries?

When I was younger like a lot of people I had a job working in a fast food restaurant. I’m not going to even try to pretend that I actually liked my job. It was just a way to make some extra money for things I actually did want to do.

The people I worked with were not anyone I would normally hang out with. The Manager, Kevin, was a 25 year old man who hit on the teenage girls working for him. He would always find excuses to be near us and make suggestive comments whenever he thought he could get away with it. He was a complete perv. I don’t mind so much him being a perv, but his personality and vibe were both really bad.

Stacey, one of the crew, was a slut. That’s the easiest way to put it. I often thought that since she was pretty lazy she was probably blowing Kevin to make sure she got hours.

Most of the others were just normal teenagers. The only guy who kind of made me nervous, for no reason I could put my finger on, was a geeky guy named Rick. Whenever I was alone around him I just always felt like he was watching me, but could never catch him at it. He never said anything wrong to me, or grabbed me or anything, he just made me uneasy. He had a certain cute factor but rarely spoke to me.

At the time I was only about 5’2” tall, slim, and had “b” cup breasts that rode perky and high on my chest. My body was well toned and firm from sports and swimming. I wore my long black hair in a ponytail and always made sure I had makeup on at work. The other thing that set me apart was that I am of Japanese ancestry.

Kevin figured out fairly quickly that I don’t like being cornered. All it took was me looking scared and asking him what he was doing to get him to back off. Everyone at work thinks I am an innocent little good girl.

I am definitely not that person. I do well at school and I work hard, but I am smart. Simply put I love sex and porn. Using my pay to buy sex toys, and other things to make me feel sexy, is pretty much my vice. I don’t smoke, drink, or do drugs. Masturbation is my drug of choice and I love doing it.

Under my work uniform I always wear things that make me feel good. Thongs are my underwear of choice and I love wearing sexy bras. I love how they make my pretty breasts look.

My active imagination usually strays to sex with a frequency that would scare a psychiatrist. I keep it to myself, because I don’t want anyone to know that side of me, but it is there and a real aspect of my daily life.

If I thought I could have gotten away with being a stripper I probably would have become one. My parents would have killed me but I think I would have enjoyed the work.

One fateful night I was assigned to the last shift and had to close with Rick and an Assistant Manager. His name was Dave and he was basically chasing skirt all the time. All he cared about was his social life. Sure enough on that Saturday night he got a call on his cell and took off on us. He told me to text him when we were done and he would come back and lock up.

As soon as he was gone we locked the doors, turned off the dining area lights, and went to work cleaning up and doing prep work for the morning open. I was a little pissed off to be stuck there. What I wanted to do was go home and relax with a good porn. I had purchased a new vibrator and could not wait to plunge it in and out of my tight little pussy.

Rick was being his usual creepy self and I felt like I was being watched every second I was working. I kept looking over but never caught him staring.