EroticReverie

Princess Nightengale

“Is that your real name?” He asks as he looks at my application. 

I nod with a smile. Of course it’s my real name. Why would I put a nickname or a fake name on an application? But this question was common and not unexpected as it wasn’t often someone chose to name their child “Princess” as an actual birth name. 

A small smile plays at his lips and he nods and looks back down at my application. 

“No previous work experience.” He says and I shake my head. 

“I did some baby sitting for relatives and neighbors but nothing where I received an actual paycheck.” I say and he nods. 

“Says here you’re still in school.” He says as he points to where I listed my education. 

“Yes.” I answer and try to keep myself from fidgeting. 

“So you have limited availability then. I assume you’re applying for part time?” He asks and I nod. 

“Yes sir” I answer and his eyes flick upward and another small smile pulls at his lips. 

He was older , maybe in his fifties , has gray hair and was balding a bit and had a mustache that was thick and trimmed but gave me the ick. I’d never liked facial hair. I thought it was gross, and mustaches? Well they were just creepy to me. 

He continues the interview with basic questions. What are my strengths , my weaknesses, what qualities I have that I think would make me a good fit for retail. 

It was a department store. Clothing, jewelry, makeup and perfume, shoes and I was currently applying to work in the shoe department.

I was wearing a navy skirt with a navy blouse that may have been a size too small because the buttons were barely hanging on and I could’ve sworn I saw his eyes going to the buttons on my blouse. Probably judging me for poor attire when I couldn’t even dress myself in clothes that fit. 

But I’d just recently had my blessing of a growth spurt. Mainly in my chest. Which mean most of my clothes, the tops could stand to go up a size or two to accommodate my double d breasts that seemed to have appeared over night. 

“We’re looking for full time…” he says and I feel myself deflate. I give a silent nod and his eyes come to mine and I watch them as they slowly lower , and I feel the uncomfortable air around me as he gazes straight at my breasts. Maybe I had a stain. I’d have to remember to check my shirt once I left. 

“But…” he says and then grabs his pen and taps it and licks his teeth. 

“You seem like you’d be a good fit here, Princess” he says and my name on his mouth somehow sounds a little bit dirty.

“Really?” I ask excitedly and sit up straighter and he lifts his eyes to mine and smiles. 

“Really.” He says and makes a few notes. 

“If you have the time today. I’d like to get you started on orientation things. Fill out some tax forms , have you watch a few instructional videos as well.” He says and I nod enthusiastically. 

“Yes! Of course!” I say unable to hide the smile of pride  I have at landing my very first job. 

He brings me to his actual office and pulls up a chair as he takes out a folder and some papers and slips them over to me and has me begin to fill them out. 

He takes my photo id and makes a copy and then helps me with a few questions on my tax forms. 

When I’m done he pulls out the manual. Going over rules , etiquette, and policies. 

He sets me up at a computer in his office to go through the training videos. 

“Each is about fifteen minutes or so. Reviews guidelines , sexual harassment , theft , and there’s a few that will show you examples of how to, and how not to handle disgruntled customers.  There’s a little quiz at the end of each one. Pretty easy. Pretty simple.” He says. 

I nod. 

After the videos are done he takes me around the floor, introducing me to the employees in different departments and introducing me to the heads of each department. 

There’s mainly older ladies running the head of the departments , and not many high school kids working. 

“Lucky you, we don’t get too many fresh faces working here” one of the older women says at the jewelry counter and I just smile and thank her. 

Kathy is the woman I’m introduced to last and she’s the head of the shoe department. 

“Kathy this is Princess our new shoe sales associate” he says to the woman who had a shabby grey sweater and long ankle length skirt on with orthopedic looking shoes. She lowers her glasses that are connected to a chain around her neck and peers over them at me.  Her look is disapproving and she looks to the general manager Paul and then back to me. 

“Don’t mind her. She’s a bit cranky sometimes” Paul whispers after we walk away. 

“Now, no offense , but as beautiful as that blouse is on you Princess, we’ll have to ask you wear something a little less tight.” He says and I feel my cheeks flush with embarrassment. 

“I’m sorry I..”

“Oh don’t be sorry, it’s looks wonderful on you, it’s very…very nice.” He says and I swallow and look at him as he gives my breasts another perusal and I swear i hear the faintest groan from his mouth as he looks away. 

“I’m only saying this as your boss, so please don’t take any offense, you’re quite beautiful, and when you show your physique off like that, it can be distracting to our fellow employees and customers as well.” He says and I bite my lip and nod. 

“I understand” I say and he looks at me. I knew he was stepping over some line there. I wasn’t quite sure he was allowed to comment on my “distractions” , but I found myself not caring all that much either way because I had a job! 

“I’m very glad to have you working here Princess” he says as he takes a small step towards me and and keep my eyes on him and nod as I swallow a nervous as well as excited lump in my throat. 

“I’ll be looking forward to seeing you each day.” He says with a smile. 

“Me too.” I answer and he lets a small grin cross his lips. 

“Tomorrow . 430 pm. It’ll be your first shift with Kathy. Don’t be late.” He says. 

I nod. 

“Of course not.” I say and he takes my hand in his. 

“A pleasure meeting your Princess” he smiles and lifts my hand and try to hide the shock on my face as he lifts my hand and brings his mouth to it, kissing it softly and his salt and pepper mustache brushes over my fingers. 

“A pleasure meeting you too sir.” I say. 

“Call me Paul” he winks. 

When I get home I tell my parents my father boasting about how he knew I could do it, that his “little girl” could get a job anywhere she wanted. That anyplace would be stupid not to hire his brilliant daughter.  My mother agreed , both of them showering me with congratulating hugs and kisses on the cheek. 

I told my friends , told my boyfriend Mike when he came over later. 

“That means I won’t see you as much” he pouted. Not bothering to congratulate me or join in on my obvious excitement. 

“I’ll still see you” I say grabbing his hand. 

“Yeah…right” he says and pulls his hand from mine and pouts some more leaning back and crossing his arms giving the television a death glare. 

I roll my eyes to myself. I knew he was being manipulative, knew he wanted me to fall all over him and do anything and everything for him. 

“Maybe I’ll get a job too” he says still not looking at me. 

“Maybe that ice cream shop down at the boardwalk , with Dale.” He says and screw my mouth shut. 

I knew what he was doing. He wanted to make me jealous. Because I knew Dale. He was a mutual friend and I also knew Dale hooked up with girls left and right every summer that he’s worked that ice cream stand. Going home everyday with no less than a dozen numbers. 

“You do that.” I mumble and I too lean back and cross my arms and then my legs. He huffs. 

“Maybe I will” he says. 

I give a shrug. “Good. Go ahead.” I say needing to have the last petty word of this bullshit little fight. 

“Maybe I’ll find a girl that actually puts out.” He says barely audible and I can tell her regrets it as soon as he says when I shoot up and whip my head to him. 

“Screw you!” I yell at him and go to get up but he pulls me back  by my arm using his strength to hold my tossing and turning body against him. 

“I’m sorry baby I’m sorry I didn’t mean that” he says as I argue for him to let go of me. 

But he keeps holding me apologizing again and again. 

Mike wasn’t a virgin. I still was. In fact we’d been dating for three months and the farthest I’ve let him get is second base. Which I considered heavy tongue , and letting him put his hand up my shirt and touch me over my bra. 

It wasn’t that I didn’t want more. I did. I was a teenager for fucks sake. I was horny all the time and so curiously and wanting to catch up in the imaginary race between all teenagers that thought they just HAD to lose their virginity by the time they graduated. 

“Baby cmon, you know I didn’t mean it” he says and tries to kiss me on my cheek as he holds me and jerk my face the opposite direction. 

“Just leave” I huff and push at his arms with all my might and he lets go , giving up easily. 

“You know what, fine Princess” he stands up and looks down at me. 

“Call me when you’re off your fuckin period” he says and jerk my head back and just stand there as he barges out the front door and into his stupid car. 

“Fucking asshole” I mutter and flip down onto the couch. 

I wasn’t going to fret over Mike , because I was already pretty sure I was going to break up with him soon.  He was hot , and one of the most popular seniors , but that did not mean he was good boyfriend material, and the little jabs he kept making recently about me not “putting out” were annoying me. 

While laying in bed that night I stared at my ceiling and couldn’t help the excitement keeping my legs moving back and forth under the covers. 

I was excited for the fact I had a job. And I was sure I could make the cold hearted Kathy love me. And as for Mister Porter…Paul….maybe a small tiny part of me was excited to see him again as well. 

My hand slips under my panties and finds my clit as I lazily rub it, not sure what prompted me to masturbate , but as I continued it seemed all my fantasies of Mike or other boys my age, just wouldn’t do. 

That night I came to the thought of my new boss, and the way his eyes kept going to my breasts. I knew what men looked like when they liked what they saw, because I’ve unfortunately known just how much creepy men like to stare at young girls, finding themselves wishing they were “twenty to forty years younger”. Yeah, imagine being twelve and having an older man tell you that. Men were so shamelessly dirty , and like most girls growing up I’d been to ashamed to stick up for myself and instead would just laugh nervously and thank them for their lewd and highly inappropriate comments. 

But now, even though I was still young, even though my boss was maybe triple my age, I realized , I’d liked the attention his eyes gave to me today. 

And I came hard thinking about his hand in my panties touching me. 

I couldn’t wait for my first shift the next day.