“Smile at the customers, Priscilla. You’re killing our tips,” Jason yelled at her
for the hundredth time. At Starbucks, it’s
all about the experience, but with Priscilla, she barely looked at a customer’s
face and the only sounds from her were grunts, or at least it sounded like
that. It was about time that he did
something about it. The others were complaining. She was a nice enough person, but she had no
self-esteem, her head always down, refusing to look anyone in the eye. He knew she needed the job, but the others
needed the tips to live.
Priscilla nodded her head but went about just as she had
always done. She hated the job but she
had no other choice. She had a
Bachelor’s degree in art history, but she hadn’t found a decent job since she
graduated two years ago. She was working
on her Master’s, hoping that psychology would be a more lucrative field, but
she was running out of money to finish.
Her mother had finally said no more money so Priscilla maxed out her
student loans. She was getting
desperate, still living at home, but her brother took her room and she was
stuck in the smallest room far from the rest, though she tended to like
that. The house was big, bigger than
they needed, but her mother had inherited it when Priscilla’s stepfather died a
year ago. It was paid for and her mother
got along fine without working.
It was finally time to go home, but as Priscilla gathered
up her stuff, Jason came over to her. He
was her boss, sure that she was about to get another lecture on customer
service. She had so many of them; she
could probably recite it back to him.
She would take the lecture and that would be it until the next
time. Jason was two years younger than
she was, twenty-two, but he was the manager of the store. At twenty-four, Priscilla was still a clerk,
not even a barista and she had worked there for over a year now. Jason was handsome and outgoing, a former
high school football quarterback. He had
dated a cheerleader for sure, but his life wasn’t where he expected it either,
she bet. He never went to college and
this was it now. A manager of a
Starbucks.
Jason loved the job but not this part, even though he
knew it was necessary. He didn’t let her
see the envelope. “Can I see you before
you leave, Priscilla?”
She nodded her head down as she followed him to his small
office in the back of the store. He
closed the door behind her and she sat in the single chair next to the desk.
“Priscilla, we’ve been over this a hundred times.
Customers expect the Starbucks experience when they come in here. They want to see smiling faces and energetic
associates taking care of their every whim and desire…”
She tuned him out, hearing it too often. Suddenly, it was different. His voice almost cracked up when he said it.
“I’m going to have to let you go, Priscilla. Here’s your final check and I gave you a
week’s severance, even though I didn’t have to.
I wish you good luck in the future.
I hope you find something that is less in the public eye.” He handed her the check, and for the first
time in a long time, she looked up at him.
She had a tear in her eye as she took the check. It looked like she was surprised that he let
her go.
She couldn’t get a word out of her mouth, too choked
up. Now, she had no job, no prospects
and little money. Tuition for next
semester was due in a month and she had no clue where she would get it. She was already strapped for money with the
little pay she got here, but now even that was gone. What
else could happen to make it any worse?
Jason watched her walk out. She wasn’t unattractive, she was good looking
if she only smiled and looked at you. He
was sure there was a body underneath her baggy clothes, but no one had ever
seen it before. She had to be a
virgin. She could barely talk to anyone,
how could she ever relate to a lover? He
felt bad for letting her go, but at least the others would be relieved. He would hire someone vivacious and
outgoing. The tip jar would be
overflowing before they knew it.
She walked in the door and her mother was in the living
room. It was as though she already knew,
so Priscilla told her right away. “They
let me go at Starbucks.” She couldn’t
look at her when she said it.
“Well, you lasted longer than I expected, Priscilla. What are you going to do now?” Stella knew it was coming, just a matter of
time when it would happen.
“I don’t know, I have tuition due next month and without
a job, I can’t afford a penny of it.”
She hoped that she would volunteer to give her the money.
“I gave you as much as I could, Priscilla. But when Bill died, he left me the house and
a little money, but I can’t squander it or I’ll have nothing. I don’t want to have to go back to
work.” She loved Priscilla, but she had
become a disappointment. At least her
brother was going to school and majoring in business. He had a good job doing the books for a
restaurant in town. He would be successful
so she had to help him.
“I understand, don’t worry, I’ll think of something.”
“Maybe you should go back into therapy. It’s been a year since the last time you
went. Maybe they have some new
treatments out now. Something that could
help you.”
“I can’t afford therapy and neither can you.”
“They have therapy that is paid by the state. Let me see what I can do. You go look for another job and I’ll take
care of that. Don’t worry; things will
work out. They usually do.” Though she doubted that it would this
time. Priscilla’s life was destined to
be a long list of disappointments.
“Thanks, I’m going to my room to study.” She would call up the employment agencies
tomorrow, put her name in once again and hope she could find a job quickly.
“I can get you something to eat.”
“I’m not hungry.
I’ll grab a snack later if I do.
Thanks.” She was off to her tiny
room. She closed the door behind her and
looked around. The bed was a twin,
shoved up against the wall. She had a
small desk with her computer parked on top of it. The office chair was a hand-me-down and
worn. There was a chest of drawers and
that was about it. Her life was contained
in a six-by-six foot room. She wanted to
study, but she lay on the bed and cried until she fell asleep.
Priscilla woke up, the strange dream still in her
head. It was about when Jason let her
go. It was different from what
happened. He decided to give her another
chance, but it was the way he did it.
She remembered the dream vividly. She had been having dreams like this for over
a year, but she never told anyone. Jason
stood over her as she sat in the chair next to his desk.
“I’m going to let you go, Priscilla.” He had told her.
“Please, don’t; I need the job.” This time, she had said something to him
instead of accepting it. Then, she felt
his hand under her chin and he lifted her head up.
“You could show me your willingness, Priscilla.”
“I’ll do better tomorrow, you’ll see.” She was glad that she got another chance.
“You’ll have to show me now.”
She looked at him, and what he did next shocked her. He held her chin so she had to look at him,
but with his other hand, he lowered his zipper.
It sounded so loud in the room as if everyone outside could hear it,
too. She couldn’t look away as he held
her chin. His hand reached into his
pants, and then, she saw him pull out his cock.
His hands curled around the shaft and held it in front of her face. It wasn’t that she hadn’t seen a cock
before. It had been years, over four
years ago. Not just one cock, but
two. That time they wagged their cocks
in her face just like this. She knew
what Jason wanted. What any man wanted
when they pushed their cocks into her face.
She looked at his cock, hard and throbbing, the head a dark red. It glistened with leaking juices and she
remembered the biting, salty taste of cum that filled her mouth when one leaked
in her mouth before.
His hand deserted her chin, but then, both hands gripped
the sides of her head. His cock danced
excitedly on her face, and as he held her head up high, he pulled her closer
until she felt the hot flesh of his cock brand her face. He rubbed her face back and forth over his
cock, leaking cum left a trail along her cheeks, and finally, she felt his cock
pressed against her lips.
“Lick it; show me how enthusiastic you are, Priscilla.”
She didn’t have a choice, her mouth opened slightly until
she felt the head of his cock on her lower lip.
Her tongue moved slowly, and it recoiled the first time it touched the
hot, slick head of his cock. She could
already taste the thick, salty cum on her tongue, and it was only a drop. She knew that there would be much more in her
mouth when he came. Cum that she would
have to swallow.