50 More Sexcapades novel Chapter 6

“Anything else?” I asked in the most enthusiastic tone I could muster, which came out to little more than a monotone murmur.

“More sprinkles!!”

I scooped the third tablespoon of fucking sprinkles onto the already heaving monstrosity of an ice cream cone this kid was ordering.

“More! I said more!”

I gave a frustrated sigh and put several more tablespoons on there until the colossal heap of dairy was about ready to fall over. His non-empathetic mother paid and they were finally out of my sight.

I bent over to lean on my elbows, rolling my eyes at the drudgery of this dumb job. I’m Chloe Von Kristen for crying out loud- I don’t do jobs and I certainly don’t serve people. I was off for college winter break, which- for the old me - typically meant vacationing off the coast of Spain, Christmas shopping in Prague, and dining, wining, and expensive presents from my list of suitors.

But here I am, stuck in the U.S. working a damn mall job, because my family’s assets have been frozen at the most inopportune of times. I guess the decades of tax evasion and off-shore money laundering in the Von Kristen family have finally caught up with the Feds. All my credit cards have been frozen for weeks and my fake, two-faced friends took off for vacation without a second glance.

Traitors. The hurtful thought resurfaced and I must have had a pretty mad look on my face as I refilled the tray of mint chocolate chip.

“Woke up on the wrong side of the bed today, huh Chloe?” My annoying boss, Todd asked. He was trying to be playful but I wasn’t in the fucking mood for jokes.

“Uh-huh,” I said, barely audibly.

“Well look, you’re the only one here today and I need you to not scare off customers with that evil frown on your face. How about a smile for me?”

I flashed a sarcastic smile, making him chuckle.

“Hey come on, princess. Look, I know you aren’t the working type, but I still expect top-notch customer service from you. So no more eye rolls and sighing are we clear?”

I grabbed his swollen balls while blowing him and took him over the edge, getting a taste of some cream for myself.

“And the next lesson is learning how to bend over and spread that sweet, wet pussy.”

Todd made me turn around and hold the wall as he gripped my hips and went to town on my pussy, ravaging me under my mini skirt. Now was my turn to moan and cry out, telling him to man up and fuck me harder.

He lifted his right leg to get even deeper inside my cookie jar and roughly fucked me until I was a soaking wet, shaking mess from an orgasm. A stinging slap on my ass sent me over the edge again.

“And that’s for giving your boss orders. Now get back to work.”

“Yes sir..”