"Here."
I looked up as Summer placed the box of condoms on the counter, her voice flat and impassive as if I hadn't just made her climax before ejaculating in between her legs, "About damn time."
"I could have been quicker if someone hadn't made such a mess for me to clean up," Summer muttered angrily as she stepped behind the cash register and rang me up, "Ten bucks."
"Well, if that someone weren't dragged into a storage closet, maybe there wouldn't have been a mess in the first place," I replied sarcastically as I slapped a ten-dollar bill onto the counter.
"Hmm," Summer grunted with a roll of her eyes as she snatched up the bill, "You can't act like you didn't enjoy it when you let out that much. Honestly, it's kinda sad considering the fact that I only use my thighs. Seriously, just how pent up were you?"
I smirked and crossed my arms, "Pent up? Why do you think I'm buying condoms? I could let those out all night and day."
"Yeah, right," Summer scoffed.
Leaning over the counter, I got right in Summer's face before moving my lips so they were right next to her ear, "Are you really that eager to get proven wrong...again?"
Summer tried to put on a strong front, but I watched her jaw clench as a faint blush spread across her cheeks, "J-just take your condoms and get out of here!"
I grinned at the small victory before standing up and grabbing my purchased item, "Fine, just know that ice goes a long way."
I punctuated my advice as I glanced down at Summer's ass before turning around and making my way out of the store. Though before I could cross over the threshold, Summer called out, "Wait!"
I paused and turned to find Summer quickly walking over to me with a slip of paper clenched in her hand, "What?"
"Your receipt," Summer muttered and offered me the folded-up piece of paper. Looking up from her hand to her eyes that refused to meet mine, I raised an eyebrow, "That desperate to talk to me again?"
"Just fucking take the piece of paper!" Summer growled, waving it in front of me.
"Alright, no need to be a pain in the ass about it," I muttered with a smirk as Summer glared at me, "Sorry, poor choice of words."
Summer flipped me off before turning around and storming away, and for a final time, I appreciated how well her ass filled out her tight yoga pants.
I walked out of the store with a cocky smirk across my lips, though it didn't last long as I checked the time on my phone and cursed, 'Shit, I'm gonna have to rush through prep.'
Shoving my phone back in my pocket, I went to throw out my receipt, but then paused and unfolded the piece of paper. Written hastily in pen was a nine-digit number with the words 'call me' written beneath. My smirk returned for a moment as I pulled out my phone once more and took a picture of the receipt, 'I guess that's one way to get a girl's number.'
--[Megan's POV]--
I sighed as I stared at my reflection in the mirror, 'It's not great, but it's the best I could do on such short notice.'
Turning around, I glanced over my shoulder, "I mean, if everything goes well, I shouldn't be wearing them for long."
Turning back around, I reached up and grabbed my breasts, adjusting how that sat in the snow white bra, which was painfully boring but not outrageously ugly. I also wore a pair of pure white panties that were a bit more on the revealing side, almost disappearing into my hips and the crack of my ass.
Knowing that this was as good as it was going to get, I hastily put on the rest of my clothes, including my tightest pair of jeans and a low-cut blouse. Pulling on the fabric a bit, I grinned, seeing that the tops of my breasts were on full display with the tops appearing nice and rounded, and when I leaned over and stood back up, they bounced like balloons, threatening to spill out of my top at the drop of my hat, 'Perfect.'
Doing my makeup next, I kept things light and natural, powdering my cheeks with a faint blush, a hit of eyeshadow, and a matte lip gloss. All of which went into my purse afterwards, just in case I needed to reapply after service.
With one final check, I felt my confidence and nervousness climb to new levels, but running short on time, I quickly made my way out of my room, "And where are you going all dressed up?"
'GOD DAMNNIT!' I swore in my mind as I turned around to find my mother standing in the hallway, taking in my appearance, her disapproval oozing out in waves. Taking in a deep, steadying breath, I gathered myself before responding, "To work, like I have been for the last two days. Now I need to get going or I'm going to be late."
I tried to take a step forward, but my mother didn't move, and she let out a sigh, "Why are you doing this, Meg?"
"Uh, to make money?" I replied like it was the most obvious thing in the world, because it was. Though my mother clearly didn't share my love of common sense as she glared at me and crossed her arms, "I'm talking about why you're going out of your way to cause so much drama?"
"What drama?!" I exclaimed, already feeling a migraine coming on, "All I'm trying to do is go to work and live my life, like everybody else, and for some reason that seems to be a really big problem with you and dad."
"It's a problem because we're your parents, and it's our job to be concerned for your safety and well-being," My mom insisted, and I could help but roll my eyes with a groan, "And just how exactly does working at a restaurant affect my wellbeing and safety in anyway that causes you concern!"
"Well, I talked to your father about the incident yesterday, and he said that Quagmire told him that your boss was extremely aggressive and grabbed him!"
"Ramon grabbed Mr. Quagmire's arm to stop him from molesting me!" I screamed at the top of my lungs, "Why don't you believe me!?"
"Don't raise your voice at me, young lady!" My mom shouted back, her voice like a whip, "And I do believe you, but don't think I didn't notice how late you came home last night, and now you're dressing up like this!"
"Like what?" I asked as I crossed my arms underneath my chest, pushing my breasts out even more.
My mother glared at me, "You're really gonna make me say it?"
"Say what, Mom? What am I dressed like?" I asked again with a shrug.
"Like a fucking slut! That's what you're dressed like, Meg!"
I froze for a moment before indignation replaced any feeling of shame or guilt, "And, what about it? I can dress how I want!"
"And this is how you want to present yourself to people?!" My mother asked in disbelief, "No one likes a girl who puts it all out there."
"Hm, that's what you think," I shot back with a small grin.
My mother's eyes widened in shock, and she clutched at her nonexistent pearls, "S-so I was right! You are sleeping with him!"
"No, we haven't done it yet," I corrected, "But I'm hoping to change that tonight. So far, we've only jerked each other off."
"Megan Griffin, that is enough! I am your mother, and I don't need to hear about any of this!"
I scoffed, "Well, you were the one who asked, I just assumed you wanted me to tell the truth!"
My mother shook her head, "I don't even know what to do with you anymore, Meg."
"Oh my god, what's the big deal, I'm twenty years old for fuck's sake!" I swore in utter disbelief.
"Watch your language! And it's a very big deal, because you've just met this guy and he's already shown how possessive and quick to anger he is!" My mother snapped, and I felt my frustration shoot through the roof, "Because Mr. Quagmire was trying to molest me! How many times do I have to say it? Would you rather that he had done nothing and just sat there and let it happen!?"
"Of course not, Meg, I'm your mother!"
"You know you keep saying that, but you're sure as shit not acting like it!" I muttered angrily before I grabbed my purse and stormed past my mother, nearly knocking her over, "H-hey!"
Pounding down the stairs, I didn't bother looking back as I heard my mother chase after me, "Meg, Meg! Don't you dare walk out that door!"
Instead of answering, I flipped my mother off over my shoulder as I grabbed the door and flung it open, "One more step, young lady, and you are in a world of trouble!"
I didn't pause for a second as I stepped outside and slammed the door behind me.