Birthday Closing Shift [Script fill]

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Have a good night, ma'am. Get home safe. Finally.

I was the last customer. I can't believe it took her that long going up and down every single aisle we had just to buy a pair of shoes and a cheap bracelet. She was talking so loud on her phone.

I could hear her in the office with the door closed. I think me and all the other customers tonight know more about our broken marriage than we need to. So annoying.

Anyway, what are you doing just standing around? No, I wasn't talking to you. Did you hear me say your name at any point? That's what I thought.

Now, as you know, it's just me and you tonight. Which means you have your work cut out for you if you want to leave at a reasonable time tonight. Yeah, Emily called out.

Something about a cold. I tried calling in someone else, but everyone else was busy or it was too short notice for them to get here. So it's just me and you on our own.

You're gonna have to organize and restock the shelves, fix the mannequins, sweep the floors. Oh, and bring in the carts left outside and round the ones left over at the store. Let me know when you're done with all that, then I'll let you know the rest of your task list.

Make sure you check the changing room for clothes people pile up in there. Excuse me? Not that it's your place to ask me what I'm going to be doing.

But I have to count all the tills in from today and prepare all the tills for tomorrow. So along with checking our sales and other security measures, my main task is to make sure you don't screw up. You don't think you screw up? What about last month when you were trusted to look up one time and forgot to set the alarm? Thank God I forgot my jacket and came back through.

Alright, here's another example. How about last week when you kicked a bucket and spilled all the dirty mop water, ruining hundreds of dollars worth of merchandise? Let's not forget yesterday when you.

.. Yeah, that's what I thought. Now stop complaining and get to work.

Oh, there you are. I thought you decided to leave on your own. I was already drafting a prank slip in my head.

Of course I'm doing the sweeping. I came out to check on your progress and you were nowhere to be found. What did you expect me to do? Start a fucking search party with some bloodhounds to find you? Where the hell did you even go? A phone call? Seriously? Uptight? How does me expecting my employees to do their job when they're supposed to do them being uptight? You have been a pain in my ass since you started here.

And I cannot believe I've let you get away with so much up until now. Yes, you are lazy and have to be one of the most brainless subordinates I've ever been in charge of. Not to mention you backtalk me every chance you get like you're not wrong.

Yes, you do. You're doing it right now. Look, did you get this job to work like the rest of us or are you just here to screw around? Why do you even accept a night shift with me? You obviously hate working with me.

And I have never witnessed you give any of the managers as much trouble as you give me. And I'm the store supervisor. So it's only logical that I assume it has to do with your contempt for me.

They're nice to you. Am I supposed to bring you milk and cookies before every shift? Or maybe spoon feed you for a job you've been doing for well over a year now? I didn't take this position to babysit inefficient employees.

That's not what I signed up for, so I'm not going to do it. If you need a babysitter, go to care.com. I have given you so many chances.

How do you not understand that? Now, you're going to tell me what was so important that you had to leave the store without even letting me know. Your friend.

Seriously? Are you trying to get fired now? You walked out on your task to take a friend's phone call? You're unbelievable.

Huh? Wait, why are you crying? Why are you crying? Come on, stop that.

There. There. Come here.

You're the one crying and you're still asking me pointless questions? Just come here. Please stop crying.

You're making me feel bad. Breathe. You're okay.

I'm sorry for snapping like that. I wasn't trying to make you cry like this. There.

Do you feel better? What? Why are you looking at me like that? Why are you so surprised? Of course I'm capable of apologizing.

I'm not that cruel, no matter what you may think of me. I also know that I got a little too angry before hearing you out. It's not how any supervisor should behave.

And for that, I am sorry. I appreciate you for forgiving me. But I still feel bad.

I have to make it up to you. Come with me. Forget the broom.

Alright, close your eyes. Can't you trust me? I know I've been sort of a dick to you since you started working here.

Especially tonight. But just trust me this one time and you can go back to hating my guts. I promise.

Good. They better be closed. Don't peek or I'll have you opening tomorrow morning.

I think I won't. Who do you think was giving you all those closing and opening shifts back after back a month ago? Exactly.

Now, keep them closed. Alright. Walk just a little bit more forward like this.

Okay. Now you can open them. Don't pretend you don't know what it is.

You have been eyeing this dress since before you started. You visited here at least twice a month to admire it, never buying. During your shifts, I noticed you took a bit more time with the mannequin dressed in it.

And when the store was slow or empty, I would always notice you staring at it with the most captivated eyes I've ever seen. Of course I noticed. It's my job to notice everything that happens in my store.

No, you're not borrowing it. That's just silly. It's yours.

Yes, I'm serious. Do you really think your uptight store supervisors want to play pranks? No.

Don't apologize. It was inappropriate to talk to your superior that way, but it was the truth. I have been a constant ass to you.

But consider this a peace offering. It's pretty popular around the holidays for family dinners and stuff like that. So I bought it ages ago and had to hide it.

I paid for it first, of course. No, don't bother. I don't want you to pay me back.

Besides, I know retail workers don't make enough to pay their bills and spoil themselves. So I decided to get it for you. Why? It's your birthday, isn't it? Yeah.

You didn't tell anyone, but I interviewed and hired you, remember? You have to put your date of birth on just about every document you filled out. Or did that slip your mind? Yeah, yeah.

Blame it on lousy memory, sure. How about you try it on? I insist.

I'll do the restalking while I wait. Will you follow my instructions just this once? Please? Thank you.

Now go. I cannot believe this is the style for women these days. I have to call the CEO and ask him what the hell he's putting on our tables these days.

Oh. Oh, wow. I'm sorry, I just.

.. You look stunning. Come here.

I think I need a closer look at this. It really fits you like a glove, doesn't it? Do you like it? Is it all you envisioned? Good.

Just, wow. That's all I can even say. My eyes can get used to how gorgeous you look in this.

I'm very tempted to make this a new store uniform. I do not think business casual has been doing you much justice. Though.

.. I don't think anyone else deserves to see you like this. Why are you acting all bashful? You can't take compliments? I only think that's because people don't compliment you enough.

I'm surprised no one comments on how lovely you look when you're interacting with customers. That pearly white smile of yours and the light in your eyes. You can tell it's because you find enjoyment in helping people every day.

It's where you thrive. And when you're on break and you're reading a book in a corner of the store, you always mindlessly twirl your hair and nibble on your bottom lip. You're always so engrossed in what you're reading.

It's a wonder you can even keep track of time. Are you kidding me? I would be an idiot not to notice anything and everything you do.

And not just because it's my job. I'm a bit confused now that I'm this close to you, though. Well.

.. You nibble on your lips so much, I expect there to be all sorts of cuts, bruises, sores. But instead, there's so much more.

But instead, they're smooth. And they look so. ..

soft. I'm so sorry. I actually shouldn't have done that.

But I just couldn't resist. Are you. ..

sure? Okay. Mmm.

I can't believe this is happening. Just a half hour ago, we were at each other's throats. If all I had to do was yell at you to get you in my arms finally, I would have done so a long time ago.

Mmm. What the hell are you doing to me? Hmm? I don't know if I'll be able to help back anymore.

It's your birthday, baby girl. So I'll grant you three wishes. No, I'm not a fucking genie, you little brat.

I just want you to have something like a good birthday since you're stuck here with me. Now tell me your first request before I change my mind. That's an odd question.

Yes, I suppose I have thought about you outside of work a few times. I'm wondering if you're doing your job correctly, if you're causing trouble for my assistant manager, or if you're screwing up again. Ow.

Okay, okay. No more pinching, please. I was kidding.

Fine, fine. I'm sorry. Besides thinking of you from a supervisor's aspect, I guess I have been imagining you in some very inappropriate sexual situations.

Like how cute you would be writhing and squirming with your legs draped over my shoulders. All the while I'm flicking my tongue on your swollen cleft till you're shivering with pleasure. I'm sorry if that was a bit too much.

I was just. .. Excuse me? That's what you want? You sure? Then allow me to kneel down here and get to work.

Be a doll and hold the skirt up. I'm going to need my hands. Thank you kindly.

Now lean on the table if you need to and spread your legs with me, baby girl. Let me see this pussy of yours. There you go.

Would you look at that? I'm soaking through your panties. It's almost as if you're anticipating this.

Oh yeah, the sweetest taste, baby girl. You're so fucking wet. Don't you dare hold those moans back.

I want to hear every sweet noise you have to make. And I want to be the cause of them. Let's see if I can get a couple of fingers inside of you.

You took them with no problem. That's how soaking wet you are. Oh, look at you spreading your legs wider for me.

Just begging for me to make you calm. Is that your spot, baby girl? Then I'm definitely rubbing it more.

Don't be sorry. I like it when you hold my head like that. Push me into your wet cunt.

Are you ready to cum? Go ahead. Cum for me now.

Cum for me so hard. Let go. Cum all over my mouth.

Oh, wow. You really have a tight grip with these thighs of yours. I'm pretty sure you almost suffocated me.

No, I'm fine. I loved it. Come here, sweetheart.

Come here. Come here. Come here.

Come here. Come here. Come here.

Come here. You like the taste of your pussy on my lips? Trust me.

I do too. Mmm. First wish completed.

What's next for you? What do you desire from me now? Oh, you better mean that.

Now isn't the time to joke with me. I'm already suffocating in my pants as we speak. Don't believe me? Get up here on the table.

Up you go. Now give me your hand. Feel that.

Go on. Take it off.