I caint believe they called out onna damn Saturday. I was so damn mad that my fine ass coworker bailed on me tonight. She used to always have me horny wit them jeans that cupped her ass so tight. But hell, a nigga will jus throb to sum customer’s ass…alone.
So shit, here I am checkin out the last customers at the cash register when I looked up on the CCTV filming the front double doors. There was a car in the far left handicap spot almost obscure from the cam. I continued focusin on givin the customer her money tho.
“Here you go, ma’am. $2.95 and that receipt wit the coupon for next Saturday.”
“You forgot the penny,” the old hag stated.
“I ran out for the weekend.”
She rolled her eyes and continued her fishhead ass on outside. Over a penny? N that’s not the biggest case I had today. I was bout to follow on after her to close the doors, but I realized three dudes was comin up to the door with skinny jeans n colorful masks on.
They came in while she was goin out, so I really couldn’t stop shit. I just said, “Wassup, y’all? How y’all doin?” They jus nodded they heads n kept walkin, they asses saggin in those jeans. The one in the back had a fat ass n looked at me even longer than the rest. Not gon lie, that shit was gettin me rock as I watched his and the rest of they booties make it to my counter.
The one wit the blue covid mask on said, “Yeah, bruh.” Dude lifted up his hoodie a bit to show his piece and said, “Open up the safe.”
In all honesty, wit situations like this I would’ve laughed my ass off outta nervousness. But my nerves was shot to shit at the moment as I looked at that black metal. I ain’t never got robbed at gunpoint befo, n I damn sho ain’t expect it on the night I was closin by myself. I asked them, “You want the money in the register first, cuz Ion kno the code to the safe.”
“Nigga, yes you do. Where yo manager at then,” the dude in the red mask asked me.
“They in the back busy,” I lied to em.
“Call they ass up here n tell them to come get the safe open.”
“MONICAAA!” I shouted to the left where the office was located. We all waited a few seconds for the fake manager to answer but no response. “She mus be sleep.”
After that, the blue hoodie dude took out the glock n pointed it right at me. My hands were tinglin a lil bit from them threatenin me. “You playin’ wit us forreal.” When his hoodie lifted up showin his colorful ass underwear, I looked at it briefly n back up at him. I’m tryin to contain myself durin this whole scene, but damn them briefs!
“I ain’t kno she was gone. I jus came back to the register after a while.”
“So you tellin us yo manager ain’t tell you she was leavin yo ass,” red mask asked.
“She be leavin me out the loop sumtimes, man. She got dementia or sum.”
“Nigga, I’m bout to blow yo shit off inna minute.” Blue hoodie took off the safety n had it up to my face ready to blow my shit off inna minute. I came up wit a quicker solution tho.
“Shi, I forgot. She tole me to put all the deposits in the office area. I’mma go get em for ya.” When I was bout to leave the register, the dude in the blue stopped me for a minute.
“Holup holup holup,” he paused at me. Then he looked at the nigga wit the colorful mask. “Skeezy, go with this nigga jus to make sure he ain’t pullin one on us.”
“Aight,” Skeezy responded. He pulled his gun out his underwear and held it in his hand. Then he opened the gate that led to the back of the register n walked up behind me. I jus walked my ass on in front, leadin him into the office. I could feel my forehead sweatin a lil bit from this shit. After this go over, I’m turnin in my damn keys.
I led him into the office where we don’t be keepin the money and fake-looked inside the file cabinets and drawers. I shifted shit around in the room lookin for nothin while ole boy jus stood there starin me down. I caint stand when niggas stare at me, gettin me all nervous as fuck. I looked thru the same file cabinets one more time. “Man, they gotta be somewhere. I gotta call up my manager.”
“Naw, don’t be callin nobody, bruh,” Skeezy told me. I had my left hand on my phone frrozen as he got his glock aimed up to my head. “Take that hand off that phone. Now where the money?”
“Everythang good in there,” one guy (I’m assumin was the man in blue) called from outside.
“Yeah, he still lookin. It cool,” Skeezy shouted back. “Hurry up, dawg.”
“Forreal, Ion know where it is. It must be in another section or sum. I’m outta luck.”
“Nigga, either you gon find that money or you gon find yo ass on the flo.”
“Well, I might as well be on the flo cuz I ain’t gon find that money in time.” I was beginnin to walk out the room, but the dude kept pointin his gun in my fuckin face. The moment I walked outside the room and into the break room, he pinned me up against the wall and aimed the gun at my pants, moreso my dick. “Man, if you gon kill me, might as well aim for the head.”
“I am, nigga,” Skeezy replied, soundin a lot softer than he was befo. That tone had me growin a lil bit, specially while he was lookin into my eyes. This wasn’t the look of a hard ass nigga at this point; this was that fuck-me look, that look that I woulda never expected durin a robbery of this sort. He pulled hils mask down n showed me his face. Dude was kinda fine forreal. “Remember me?”
I hesitated a lil. “From where?”
“You know. From that barbershop you go to.” I still ain’t recall, so I jus squinted my eyes and said nothin. “You wasn’t alone when you was fuckin yo barber.” He was rubbin the tip of the gun against my bulge, makin it harder. Had me bitin n lickin my lips to how good that shit felt.
“Fuck, man. Tell that nigga to hurry up!” that dude yelled from outside again.
“Nigga, holon,” he called out to em. “Let’s get it in real quick, nigga. I wanna feel that dick.” Skeezy grabbed sumthin out his pocket. It was one a them small honey packs. He kneeled over on the table while I pulled my pants down and stroked my full-erect dick before smotherin it with the honey pack. I ain never tried one a those befo and that shit felt weird at first but then it gave me this penile ectasy that made me throb even more.
I pulled his purple draws down and exposed his fat ass booty. I almost smacked it befo realizin that the other robbers was still in the store. I caint let them hear this private lunch break. I arched Skeezy’s back a lil and rubbed his asshole wit the rest of the honey inside n out before stickin it in.
“Fuck,” he whispered before pullin his mask back up. I slow stroked in him first before uppin the speed from the royal honey. I was makin that booty go clap clap clap, thrustin it in and out. Every time I thrusted in, he grunted through the mask. “That dick hittin my box, nigga. Damn.”
I almost moaned to the warmness n wetness of that tight hole. I went even faster, hittin that g spot while turnin them claps into slaps on the ass. He was whimperin a lil bit like a bitch. “You mus like that, man.”
“Mmm, that fat ass dick got me creamin man.” His hole did start creamin, turnin my penis into a whipped cream cone. I seen his precum leak out on the floor, so to turn up the ante I started jerkin his dick. He released sum more grunts, sayin to me, “You a damn slut, bruh. You a fuckin’ slut.”
“Y’all, what’s that sound in there,” the guy from outside asked.
“He jus countin the money, Trill. Fuck,” Skeezy said to em. Then he started throwin that ass back on me. “Inna minute, you gon fuck me on my back, aight?”
“Yessir,” I replied in a playful ass manner.
“Goddamn, you a sexy nigga. You gon make me nut.”
“You gon make me nut, bro. Poundin that tight, fat ass.”
“You like this ass, baby?”
“Yeah.”
“Flip me over while you still inside, bruh.” Skeezy pulled off his pants n draws and allowed me to flip him over on the table. He almost thudded his back on there but somehow I cushioned it to make it quieter. While I was fuckin his hole missionary, he started jerkin himself off. His dick was big as fuck too, veiny n cut.
“Shit, I’m about to come in there, bruh,” Trill said. I could hear his sneakers walk near us briefly, but then his other dude said, “Wait holon bruh. Why these blue lights outside?”
“Fuck it’s the po. SKEEZ, COME ON GETCHO ASS OUT!” I could hear them runnin out to the back of the store (probably near the exit in the back). They stupid ass tripped the alarm system on it, but I was still diggin in his stomach wit this wet ass dick.
“Nigga, cum on me quick. I’m bout to busss.” I went faster once he stroked his dick faster in front a me. He was jerkin that fat shi, n that shi turned me on so much I was bout to cum.
“I’m gon cum on you. Want me to cum on yo stomach?”
“Yeh, nigga.”
“Want me to cum on yo stomach?”
“Fuck.”
“I’m bout to blow on you, baby. Ahhh.” I pulled out and lifted his shirt so that I could bust thick on his stomach. The moan I let out was a lil loud but soft enough to keep quiet just in case his other homies was in the sto still. Skeez ended up bussin hard on his stomach too, shootin up a stream of cum near his belly button.
A second later, I heard the slidin doors and the usual ding-ding of them doors comin in. Then a man said, “Police, precinct 76! Anyone in here?” Sounded like the white police too, they don’t play. We both looked at the door, then at each other. I immediately grabbed sum paper towels and cleaned up the cum on him. Then I pulled my draws n pants up while he put both of his back on.
“We gon play like you a coworker, aight,” I told Skeezy. He nodded and I went straight into acting mode as we walked outside in front of the cops. “…And that’s why I told you to never be $5 short. Ever. That put us inna hole right there.” I looked at the officers and said, “Y’all ready to check out?”
“No, we noticed your alarm is going off in the store. Why’s that,” he interrogated my ass.
“Oh, a container accidentally hit it. I don’t have to key to close the shi–uh, the door.”
I noticed he looked down at my dick as I was talkin. Never fuckin realized I was still hard down there. That damn honey pack.
“Where are y’all condoms located,” the officer asked lookin back up.
“Trojan Skin or Magnum?”
“Trojan and lemme buy something else while I’m at it. Y’all got any Fleet left?”
“Oh, yeah. It’s down the medicine aisle to the bottom right.” As the officer got down the aisle, I whispered to Skeezy and told him to remain cool while the officer was in sight. I got behind the register and started searchin for the Trojan to ring it up. The officer immediately found the Fleet and came to the register, passin by Skeezy who still kinda looked suspicious as fuck. “You doin alright tonight,” I asked the officer while ringin him up.
“I just really need a nap. These kids outside doin donuts outside of a CSL Plasma parkin lot, just drivin me nuts tonight, man. Made me wonder why I really fell in love with this line of work.”
“I thought it’d be the authority.”
He chuckled. “Completely the opposite for me, man. I be wantin to fuck sum.”
I finished checkin him out and let him go on his lil merry way. After he left, I was ready to close up shop and I told Skeezy to wait outside the doors while I get the money ready and closed for the night. I did all the mechanics n shi to shut down the store, turnt in my keys inside the safe, and made sure that I got Skeezy home safe. But where the fuck was he when I was fuckin my barber?
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