Ellie and the tip jar

Ellie and the Tip Jar

It was the same as it had been every other Friday since I had started my job at Baked, the little bakery just outside the food-court in the Apple Blossom Mall. Despite the deceptively cool and laid-back sound of the place, it was nothing short of a boring job designed for the brain-dead. The customers were always arrogant and impatient, all the baking was done by the owner in his home, and you were always alone. I would spend my days watching other people hanging out with friends and having fun. Afterward, I would walk two miles home wearing a cupcake hat hoping to hell that I wouldn’t get egged or something.

There was, however, two perks with slinging stale doughnuts all day long on a Friday. The first was the tip jar. No matter how rude folks were to the minimum wage goon behind the counter, usually, a quarter of them would tip. Every penny of which goes to said goon. Most days during the summer months and Christmas season I would leave with around fifteen to fifty dollars. So, on a three-day work week, I stood to earn more in tips than I would with my actual paycheck. The second benefit was that I would get to see Eloise Marshall.

Eloise, or Ellie for short, came in every Friday afternoon shaking her ass and waving her audacious tits, all the while, she would steal hundreds, if not thousands of dollars in merchandise. Most of the employees of the various stores in the mall were well aware of what she was doing, but no one seemed to be a match for Ellie’s feminine wiles. I had spent many a lonely Friday night tugging rope to her luscious ebony curves. So, it was no mystery to me as to why she never got busted.

Eloise was young, early to mid-twenties with a rich chocolate complexion. She had full pouty lips deep brown eyes and dark brown shoulder-length hair that was usually tied back in a ponytail. Today she was sporting a pair of black and white leggings that perfectly promoted her pear-shaped bubble butt, as well as, her strong firm thighs. It was obvious that she wasn’t wearing a bra from the was that her nipples were protruding through the thin black low cut cotton tank top that stretched over her large perky rack. I was never one who could identify a bra size at a glance, yet I knew that they had to at least be as large as grapefruits.

I was only a few days past my eighteenth birthday and saving money for a car. I wasn’t unattractive, however, I was also neither an athlete nor a model. I stood exactly six feet tall with a slim swimmers build, shaggy brown hair with brown eyes. While other kids my age had gotten into sports, gaming, or even music, I was the kid with no interests or activities. I wasn’t a geek. I had friends. I just never stood out among them. The lack of anything making me unique had left me with low confidence. So, talking to a girl of Ellie’s caliber was the highlight of my week.

It was almost 6:00 p.m. when I could hear the loud obnoxious banter that typically preceded her. It was the highlight of my week. She would finish shoplifting various CDs from FYE before stopping at my kiosk to eat random pastries off the counter all while pretending to talk to me like a friend. Of course, she never paid a cent or even finish the delicacies, rather, she would scrape the icing off with her fingers and seductively lick them clean. I would stare down her shirt as she spoke knowing that I would have to throw the treats away and pay for them with my tips. I didn’t so much mind since I was always rock hard by the time she walked away, her newest stolen thong peeking out from under her pants.

True to form, she casually strolled up laughing and carrying on before flailing her spectacular tits in such a way that I couldn’t help but get lost in the rhythmic bouncing. It was then that I could detect the distinct smell of liquor on her breath. It was not the first time that I thought Ellie might have been drinking, however, it was never so flagrant. She approached moving with a strangely graceful drunken sway.

”Hey Charlie, Baby, you got my honey, got my honey. Char lay!” she sang obnoxiously, knowing damn well that I hate being anything but Charles.

”Well, Ellie, you seem to be in rare form. How are you doing?” I inquired, trying my best to appear interested in anything other than her amazing breasts.

She smiled coyly as she took one of the chocolate eclairs from the fine crystal cake dish on the counter. I watched in awe as she tore an end off the éclair, tossing it carelessly behind the counter and wrapping her sultry lips around the remaining portion. She let out a long deep moan and a lewd slurping noise as she sucked the cream from the center of the pastry. I could feel the strain as my erection was pressing against the fly of my ever-tightening Levis. Her eyes seemed to look right through me as her lips parted just enough to allow the éclair’s cream to spill out of her mouth and dribble down her chin. Then, the very instant that she could see that she had my undivided attention, she slurped the cream back into her mouth.

For as long as she had been coming to Apple Blossom Mall, she has always been something of a tease. It was always a good time for her to get all the guys hot and bothered, only to leave them with blue balls. Yet, never has she been this flagrantly obscene with her taunts. She knew exactly what she was doing to me, as she opened her mouth to put the éclair’s full contents on display. I couldn’t help but wish that it was my creamy load rolling around in her mouth and not that of the five-dollar doughnut. She continued to moan her slutty moans as she would use her tongue to coat her luscious painted lips with the sticky cream. Then, in one swift effortless gulp, her mouth was now empty.

”Did you like that, Charlie? I got your little white pecker hard, didn’t I?” Eloise said, smiling with a sinister grin.

”That was hot Ellie!” I replied dumbfounded.

”Tell you what, I can show you how hot my mouth is if you let me empty that little tip jar of yours.” She said, her eyes burning a hole right through me. ”You smell sweet like Honey-buns. I wonder if that hard dick of yours tastes sweet too.” Ellie added.

I looked over to my left at the tin can, it’s label peeled off, ”Tips” written boldly across it. I had been slammed all day and knew that there was a fifty-dollar bill within. However, that bill was meant for the owner. Some lady had picked up a large custom cake only minutes before Ellie strolled by. She wasn’t nice enough to pay the cashier, so instead, she dropped a wad of cash into the tip jar and reminded me that it was my job to figure it out. I knew I couldn’t possibly be short by that much and still keep my job. However, the temptation alone was causing me just as much discomfort as my now aching member.

”I…I wish I could, but it’s not all mine.” I said, trembling.

”Ahh Baby, I’m all wet now.”She said, only adding to the temptation.

”I would lose my job.” I whimpered.

She then leaned over the narrow plexiglass counter that divided us her lips now less than an inch from my left ear and the strong slender fingers of her left hand wrapped around the back of my neck. I could hear the sounds of the various objects on the counter’s surface rattling from the added weight of her torso. My heart was beating so fast, that it felt like it was just about to burst out of my chest. I could feel the baby-soft skin of her cheek as it brushed against mine.

”That’s a shame, Charlie, I was seriously considering letting you fill me with cream like an éclair. Maybe next time.” Ellie said, her hot breath filling my ear as the tip of her tongue just barely grazed my earlobe.

And just like that, she was gone, crudely singing and dancing on her merry way. I watched helplessly as her perfectly shaped ass popped back and forth in an erotically hypnotic fashion while she was fussing in her oversized Black leather purse. I had to wonder what had just happened, or if any of what she said or did was serious. I found myself trapped in a moment, standing behind the counter with a painful bulge in my slacks and a stupid starstruck expression on my face. In a matter of minutes, she had transformed from the skeptical teen who saw right through her childish games, to another mindless drone, subject to her every whim.

There was no reaction that I could have prepared for such an encounter. I felt like a lion, raised in captivity then suddenly released into the wild without having developed any of the instincts necessary for survival. What if I gave in and said yes only to find out that she was fucking with me? The embarrassment would be unbearable. Then it hit me like a ton of bricks. What if she was just tipsy enough to have been dead-serious. I may have had just squandered a once in a lifetime opportunity to get with a girl who was easily a ten in my mind. I was not by any means a virgin, however, none of the girls I had been with possessed the body or the natural sexuality of Eloise Marshall.

I had also never been with a girl outside of my race. Not because of any particular prejudice or stigma, but rather due to a lack of confidence and opportunity. I wasn’t some loser who lacked the skills to meet girls. I was just always keen on going for girls that were closer to what I perceived to be my level as far as looks. In school, I would not have so much as cast my gaze in Ellie’s general direction let alone talk to her.

Again, the question of whether or not she meant what she had said had begun to gnaw at me. I had forty dollars in my pocket and at least another twenty once I removed the money for the large order. If I were bold enough to run her down with sixty dollars in hand, I may be able to put a layer of my natural glaze on her. I had never considered paying for sex before, but for the chance to put my dick in any part of Eloise Marshall’s body, it would be money well spent. A part of me knew that I was in for a painful awakening. Yet, with my ever-growing carnal hunger, I no longer cared.

I  quickly went into action. I started by cleaning up the mess that Ellie had made during her erotic little show, then I broke one of my twenties paying for the éclair that she left mangled and drained on the counter and floor. I was now left with only thirty-four dollars and seventy cents in my pocket. It occurred to me that it was a pretty pathetic amount of money in comparison to what she was offering. I decided to go ahead and raid the tip jar to make up the difference, but would first have to cash out the fifty-dollar order. After all, I couldn’t very well leave it unprotected on the counter for some passers-by to pocket while I was off on an unscheduled break, getting my cock sucked. No amount of apologizing could smooth that over.

I reached out for the tin can, now laying on its side, likely a result of Eloise leaning over the counter. It wasn’t until I reached into the narrow can that I came to realize what had happened. My heart sank in my chest as I discovered that all of the cash was gone. Frantically, I scurried around the back and front of the counter searching for the lost cash. I could feel the panic rising within me as I concluded that I had been robbed. It was nearly seven at night and I knew that I had less than two hours to get the money back or it would be my ass. It also dawned on me that if I were to go to security then she may claim that I gave it to her, or worse yet, that I tried to proposition her. I imagine that we must have looked pretty cozy on the surveillance footage.

Then suddenly, it felt like an explosion occurred inside of me and I was full of rage. I told that bitch what would happen to me if I didn’t have the money. Still, she stole it, knowing that I would lose my job or worse. After all the times I looked the other way while she was robbing everyone blind and all the pastries I paid for while she would pretend to be my friend, she stole from me. Harry, the owner had made it a point to tell me how bad he would fuck my world up if I ever so much as licked some icing off my hand without paying for it. He was just the type of person who would press charges if he thought for a second that I was stealing from him. I knew that no matter what, I would have to get the money back.

I hastily closed the security gate, not bothering to shut off the lights or warmers, hoping that I would be back before anyone noticed. I angrily snatched up the tin can as I left Baked completely unattended. I swiftly paced the mall like a rouge wind in search of Eloise. I had to catch her before she left or spent any of the money. I whipped through the Belk, JC Penny, Shade, and the food court in what felt like seconds with no sign of Eloise. I remembered that she had been drinking and could recall rumors that people would smoke up near the restrooms at the end of the hall next to the Foot Locker. I was almost running in a full sprint by the time I made it to the other side of the mall.

I reached the long narrow hallway and started down towards the bathrooms. The hall itself was built in the shape of a giant wishbone with restrooms to the left and the Security Office to the right. It occurred to me that this may have been my last chance to do the responsible thing and inform Mall Security about what had transpired. As far as I knew, I hadn’t done anything wrong other than being taken by a modern-day seductress. However, it was the thought of people laughing at me and seeing me like some pathetic pervert, an easy mark, that led me to turn left at the fork in the long pale hallway continuing on my mission.

I stood for a moment nervously staring at the entrance to the Ladies Room trying to figure out what I was going to do if I walked in on some poor bystanders while in search of my newfound nemesis. The single best I could come up with was to simply apologize for ”accidentally” entering the wrong one and leave dying of shame. Yet, I was only further disappointed in discovering upon entering that the bathroom was completely deserted with all six stalls empty. I was noticeably shaking when I left the bathroom knowing that she had evaded me and wondering what the hell I was going to do next.

I had no other recourse but to come clean with Mall Security and with Harry. I was confident that either way I would be fired, but maybe I would at least stand a chance of avoiding any charges that Harry would file against me. I felt increasingly nauseous, as I imagined the various questions that I would be asked, not to mention the ridicule that I was certainly going to endure. I was almost crying as I thought about trying to explain the situation to my asshole of a step-dad should I have to go to court. I knew that I was now out of options and would have to fess up to Harry as well as Mall Security, but first I would go to the men’s restroom to compose myself. I entered the cold mono-colored bathroom. The smell of urine and lemon-scented cleanser was lingering in the air.

As I stared in the mirror at my reflection, I could see that I must have been crying. My eyes were red and puffy. My face was ghostly pale with flushed cheeks. I was sad, ashamed, and angry all in the same shameful expression. Suddenly, the silence within the small confines of the men’s room was interrupted by the loud high pitched echo of glass striking the hard tile floor. It wasn’t the sound of glass breaking, rather than that of a bottle hitting the ground without shattering. Both startled and curious I called out to see if anyone else had been in the room with me. However, there was no answer. I then slowly crept towards the stalls in search of signs of life. The restroom was small consisting of two sinks, a urinal, and two stalls, one being the handicapped-accessible stall.

The door was ajar on the first stall with nothing but the filthy proof of how nasty people can be within its four walls. The handicapped-stall was locked, but just beneath the door was an empty bottle of Wild Irish Rose. I was relatively confident that some guy had simply passed out drunk on the toilet, yet I felt compelled to at least discern that they were alive.

”Hello, are you okay in there?” I asked as I pounded on the door with no response.

I knocked two or three more times before I concluded that if anyone were in the stall then they were unconscious. Everything in my head told me that I should just leave it be, but I was also afraid that if someone did in-fact need help then I would be accountable for their outcome. The latch on the door was simple. There was a slot large enough to turn with a quarter on the outside of the stall for just an occasion. I reached into my pocket and found a token from the arcade. The lead disc had the same circumference of a quarter with the thickness of a nickel and seemed to fit perfectly in the latches slot. Ever so gently I pushed the thin stall door open only to discover that it was Eloise Marshall who had passed out on the toilet. 

After all the time I had spent running up and down the Mall she, it appeared was just around the corner from my kiosk. She must have had a good laugh at my expense while I was so frantically searching for her. It was then that I realized that I was still holding the tip jar in my left hand. I now had her dead to rights on the crime she had committed. All that had to be done was for me to leave the can in the stall with her and get Security. They would catch her drunk with stolen property and I would be free and clear with no consequences other than a hard lesson learned. Silently, I left the tip jar resting on one of the grab-bars within the stall before making my way to the exit. 

It was to my amazement that rather than simply leaving the room, I instead, paused momentarily before snapping the bolt locking the men’s restroom. I could feel my heart racing along with the electric trembling in my hands as I turned back to Ellie’s stall. She had teased me, made a fool of me, robbed me, and now I was going to teach the bitch a lesson. I entered the stall with her. She was fully dressed sitting slumped forward on the toilet with her pink bejeweled phone in her hand. I carefully plucked the phone from her hand. She had been texting some guy when she nodded off. 

”Need a solid bill to cop. At $80 now. Why do we meet and u give me some of that good D for the difference.” She had sent.

”No can do, no cash or green til my check clears. BTW wife checking phone now, so all DL is on hold.” Was the reply.

She was trying to both get high and get fucked at the same time. I nudged her softly to gauge how sound she was sleeping with no reaction. I don’t know if it was curiosity, anger, or lust that had been controlling me at that moment, but I soon found myself slowly and gently massaging her ample breast through her shirt. I suppose that I felt that I would never have another chance to touch a woman of her obvious appeal. Her breasts were pliable yet firm, soft, and at the same time perky. I began to caress her hardened nipples through the thinly stretched fabric of her Tank Top. I froze, panicked, as Ellie let out a soft moan followed by an almost inaudible whimper. I immediately pulled back from my groping to see if she had woken up. I couldn’t begin to think of how I would try to reasonably explain molesting a drunk girl in the men’s bathroom of the Mall. I was already far beyond a mere fifty unaccounted for dollars. I had somehow in my angst, as well as, my lust stumbled into the realm of the sexual predator.

It seemed that Ellie had not regained consciousness, rather, she was reacting to the stimulus in her sleep. Everything in me was screaming for me to abandon my despicable activities and proceed to the Security Office. I had my fun, however, I had never been as excited or aroused as I was at that moment. The tension in my jeans was unbearable. It felt as if my erection could burst through the fly of my jeans at any given moment. Never before, have I ever felt so empowered. I no longer had any interest in the stolen money. At that time, my only desire was to see the contrast of my milky white seed on her sultry dark skin. Just the thought of it was enough to open the floodgates to a slew of other vulgar and erotic ideas. I had wanted her for so long and now, here she was ripe for the picking.

There was no going back. I swiftly and almost silently went through her bag looking for anything that would help me. I then found two scarves that still had the hard plastic security tags in them. I used the first one to carefully tie her wrists to the grab-bar and blindfolded her with the second. By then the tight constrictive oppression of my denim prison had become too much. I unzipped my fly and my cock instantly sprang out. It was the hardest I ever remember it being. Swollen, with every vein showing with force. With almost no effort, I slid her tank top over her head, along with her arms to her bound wrists. I was starstruck as I caught a glimpse of her magnificent tits bounce as they were freed from the shirt. 

Ellie’s breasts were far more spectacular than I could have otherwise imagined. They were almost perfect orbs with little to no sagging. If I haven’t had already held them in my hands, I would assume they were fake. Her areolas were large, bigger than poker chips. Each one with a pierced blueberry sized nipple at its center. I gently brushed the swollen shaft of my dick along the warm flesh of her exposed breast. The feeling was electrifying. I took hold of her right breast, squeezing much more firmly. I found that I was no longer concerned with whether or not she came to. She was the one who started the fire with her cruel teasing and now it was her ass that would feel the burn.

With my free hand, I gently gripped my shaft rubbing the head of my cock over full pouting lips. Yet, I was stunned when suddenly her mouth snapped open and engulfed half of my members in an instant. Within the blink of an eye, my sense of power had transformed into terror. However, to my surprise, Eloise didn’t scream or bite down. Instead, she slowly started sucking and slurping up and down the length of my cock. The sensation of her strong moist tongue put me in a state of pure ecstasy, as it would slide back and forth along my ridged shaft. Soon, moans of euphoria began to emanate from Eloise as she was greedily taking the entirety of my throbbing cock down her throat.

It wasn’t until I gave her nipple a hard squeeze that she had let out a loud painful groan and came up for air. The sight of her bound and blindfolded with slobber dribbling down her chin in thick gooey strands had seemed to only intensify my lust for her. She was awake, and surprisingly into the lewd debauchery that had transpired. She had offered no protests, no hesitation, no resistance of any kind.

”Careful with my tits, Baby. I wanna enjoy that good dick.” Ellie said panting.

I didn’t say anything in response. I knew even then, that I could easily find myself in prison for a very long time after all that I had already done. The line had long since been crossed, leaving me with the impression that there was nowhere else to go but forward. My cock was still excruciatingly hard with no alleviation. I viciously grabbed Ellie’s ponytail with a raw hunger and aggression unlike any I had previously known. I then wrapped my right hand around the base of my cock and forcefully shoved it back into her wanting mouth. I could then hear the distinct sound of her gag as she was choking on the head of my dick. Within seconds I was thrusting my hips into her, burying her face in my crotch.

I wasn’t particularly big compared to other guys. I’d estimate that my penis was somewhere in the ballpark of six to seven inches. Nonetheless, I couldn’t help but be impressed with how deep she could take my rod. She was swallowing the entire length. So deeply, that I could feel her lower lip and tongue on my scrotum. At some point in all the excitement, I failed to notice that Eloise had managed to wiggle her wrists of the scarf that was securing them to the grab-bar. It was a detail, only being made known to me when she started to clutch tightly on my ass, pulling me in deeper.

I could sense my climax drawing near as I felt the pressure building in my loins. The urge to cum would only get stronger as her head bobbed and pivoted on my slick pole. Her moans were echoing off the empty bathroom walls. Ellie’s big full lips were creating an almost supernatural vacuum as she was slurping back and forth. I bit down hard on my lower lip trying to, keep from making any noises that would give away my Identity. She then pulled off and started vigorously milking my rod with both hands.

”Cum for me, Baby. Shoot that fucking load all over my face!” She shouted as she was tugging with increasing speed and dexterity.

I could only groan in response to her taunting pleas. I knew that I would burst at any given moment, yet, I was paralyzed by the anticipation.

”Come on, Mother Fucker! Spray me with that big ole dick.” She sneered before taking the head of my cock back into her mouth while jerking it wildly.

Suddenly, I erupted in her mouth with two powerful bursts of semen. Eloise let out a loud astonished groan, as well as, some kind of snort as my seed seeped from the edges of her mouth and shot out of her nose. The ejaculation was just as painful as it was satisfying. It felt as if marbles had passed through my urethra. 

”You nasty mother fucker!” Ellie growled through her coughing as she was struggling to wipe the jizz from her nose and mouth.

It was then that the gravity of my actions set in. I was overcome by a heavy feeling of guilt. I wasn’t by any means a law expert, but I knew that I had just committed a sexual assault. Even with her participation in the act, I would still be seen as just another rapist in a courtroom. I was, however, surprised to see that Eloise despite her visible aggravation, had yet to try and remove the blindfold. It was abundantly clear that she had a powerful kinky side. Still, I found myself wondering how much ”into it” she was. That question alone was enough to make me consider how much further I could proceed. I knelt behind her and grabbed hold of her toned waist trying carefully to help her to her feet. She was reaching out aimlessly with her outstretched hands for something to pull herself up with. I released her waist so that I could guide her hands to the grab-bar.

”Thanks, Baby.” Ellie said softly as she pulled herself up.

I then took the fact that even when she was trying to get back to her feet she never uncovered her eyes like a green light to continue. I was still standing behind her when I wrapped my arms around her slim toned waist. Again, she offered no resistance when I touched her. Instead, she leaned back into me pressing her round firm ass into my groin. With my right hand, I began to once again grope and fondle her right tit. I then started to kiss and suck on her slender neck, as I slid my left hand down the front of her leggings and beneath her panties.

”Hmm, That what you want Baby? You want some pussy?” Eloise purred while she was rhythmically grinding my crotch with increasing pressure.

I made two discoveries when I reached into Ellie’s dampened panties. The first was that she had shaved her pubic hair, leaving her crotch luxuriously smooth. The other was the fact that her pussy had been sopping wet. No sooner than I began teasing and massaging her hot moist labia, my fingers were coated in her warm slick juices. She moaned shamelessly as I slipped two fingers into her moist fleshy pocket. While my fingers were busy sliding in and out of her sloppy wet twat, my thumb was occupied with rubbing her clit in a circular motion. I could feel her entire body jolt with each time she convulsed from my fingers. The smell of her sex along with the taste of the sweat from her neck had become ambrosia to me.

Her fluids were pouring out of her wet opening as my fingers continued sloshing within her sloppy folds. Just as I had Eloise writhing in ecstasy, she too was sending a wave of electricity through my body with the sensation of my stiff pole brushing up and down between her robust cheeks. I could no longer bear the agonizing anticipation. My hand was getting stiff and my fingers began to ache. Time seemed to be flying by, yet at the same time, it was at a standstill. 

Suddenly, Ellie’s inner walls clamped tightly around my fingers and a barrage of spasms pulsed through her body. Her moans of pleasure had now become a primal kind of grunts. Her breaths were now shallow and rapid. I had succeeded in bringing Eloise Marshall to an intense orgasm. Eloise gasped loudly when I plucked my fingers from her drenched hole.  She then collapsed, falling to her knees drained and panting. 

Although it appeared as if she had been satisfied, I was far from through with her licentious body. With an uncharacteristic feat of strength, I hoisted Ellie back on her feet by the elastic waistband on her leggings. She was bent over still clung tightly to the bar as I forcibly peeled her now soaking wet pants down around her knees. I was momentarily halted, amazed by the sight of her gorgeous round ass. It was perfectly shaped and plump yet solid. It wasn’t a booty molded by cellulite. Her black and white zebra-printed thong had all but vanished between her chocolate cheeks.

”Hmmm, don’t stop now. You’ve gone this far, why not finish me off? You know you wanna get that dirty dick wet.” She said with a belligerent tone, while her thick butt was bouncing and swaying before my eyes.

I snatched the waistband of her thong, viciously ripping the thin fabric material from her body. The walls echoed with her angry growl as her torn panties fell to the filthy tile floor. I undid the button on my jeans allowing them to fall around my ankles. ”Oh, fuck.” She shouted painfully when I hurled my cock into her sloppy cunt as hard and fast as I could. I grabbed her hips with a vice-like grip as I plunged myself into her over and over again. The sounds of her moans of agony and lust along with the impact of my hips on her ass filled the room. 

I drove harder and deeper with each pelvic thrust. The feeling of the moist heat of her slick fleshy pocket wrapped around my hard pole was indescribable. My legs were started to get shaky and weak, but I couldn’t stop. My thighs were covered with her sticky juices and her musk aroma filled the air. I then slapped her in her round brown ass, causing Eloise to let out a loud gasp. I could feel the pressure swelling in my groin with each stroke of my cock sliding in and out of her slutty little hole. 

”Oh my fucking God, YES! Fuck me. Pound my pussy, you nasty mother fucker! Give it to meeeyeeee!” Ellie shrieked as I continued to drive my swollen cock deep into her greedy cunt.

Even as I was driving my hips into her, she, in turn, was throwing her ass back into me. She was nearly knocking me over with each of the collisions between her plump cheeks and my slender waist. Again, I could feel Eloise’s pussy clenching tight around my cock as she had another orgasm. It was then that I had an idea, one more devious than I have ever tried. I pulled my throbbing rod out of Eloise, replacing it with three fingers on my right hand. I started jamming them in and out of her gooey hole as quickly as I possibly could. I then lowered myself, placing my knees onto the frigid floor. 

I could the heat from her crotch on my face as I drew closer to her moist sex, my fingers still working furiously within her hole. The potent scent of her redolent pussy filled my snout as I dove in, lapping her wet slot. Ellie was moaning and squirming like a woman who was possessed. I found myself drinking in her sticky fluids as they were freely flowing out. Out of nowhere, Eloise roared, her whole body tense like a living statue as she unleashed an immense gushing spray of her essence all over me and the floor of the stall. She then fell to the ground almost lifeless, gasping for air.

I began stroking my cock with my pussy coated fingers as I angled my hips towards Ellie’s stunning posterior. I could see that she was anxious to welcome me back into her warm body from the way she raised her large round ass for my easy access. She let out a low whine as I spat on her ass and watched as my saliva flowed down the crack of her ample ass, stopping at her dirty puckered star. Without any further hesitation, I pressed the head of my cock against her unsuspecting anus. ”Oh no-no-no.” She cried out as she struggled to wiggle away from me, however, ignoring her pleas, I wrapped my left arm around her waist and continued my advances.

”Oh, fuck. Wrong hole asshole! I’m not playing.” Eloise shrieked as I felt my head penetrate the soft walls of her tight rectum.

She was fighting with all her might to break free from my hold, as pushed inch by bitter inch into her forbidden backdoor. Within a matter of seconds, I was in, my cock now buried deep in her ass. She was tight, tighter than anything I have ever encountered. I could feel it as she began to lessen her resistance and slowly relax. I then started to slide my rock-hard member in and out of her ass, slowly at first, but gradually increasing in pace. My mind had gone blank. No longer did I care about the money, my job, or even Eloise herself. Those had all become things, whispers of little consequence. Now, all that mattered, was the need to cum. In that instant, all that I wanted was to bust my nut deep into her abused colon.

My excitement had soon gotten the best of me, causing me to start thrusting harder and harder. The sound of my balls slapping her ass was dwarfed only by our combined groans of pleasure and pain. My balls ached with the need to ejaculate, but the pleasure I felt fucking her ass was beyond explanation. The muscles in my stomach were cramping as I could feel the churning within my balls build. 

I was throwing myself into her puckered star with all my might knowing that with each plunge of my agonizingly stiff dick, that at any given moment I was going to burst. The walls were ringing with the hallowed clapping sound of our bodies colliding. I was mesmerized by the sight of my glistening hard rod sliding out then immediately back into her tight ass hole. I could tell that she was somewhat enjoying herself too. I no longer had to hold her down, freeing my hands to grope her fantastic pierced orbs. 

”Please don’t cum in me.” Eloise begged with a whiny voice. ”You can fuck me anytime, anywhere you want, but please don’t leave your nasty jizz in me.” She continued with a pitiful tone.

I grabbed a thick tuft of her course hair, pumping with all that I had left. She and I were both groaning loudly as I was roughly thrusting into her greedy little anus. I could feel myself beginning to cum, so I quickly pulled out. I then sprayed four thick creamy ropes of semen. I looked down to see that I had virtually painted her darkly complected ass and back with my pale seed. She was hunched over, breathless and silent, as I shakily rose to my feet. My knees were wet and sticky as I quietly pulled up my pants and zipped my fly. Eloise was still kneeling in the stall, struggling to catch her breath.

I reached deep into my pocket, pulling out the sloppily crumpled wad of cash, and threw it carelessly on the floor for Eloise. I slowly drifted backward out of the stall, carefully closing the door behind me. I paused briefly to make sure that I had everything before I crept silently to the door, exiting the restroom. I had to be sure that I didn’t leave anything behind that would tie me to my deed. My legs were heavy as I staggered down the long narrow hallway towards the Mall.

I was completely drained, exhausted, as I returned to the bakery kiosk.

I knew that was in for it when I saw my boss, Henry standing with squared shoulders as he was speaking with Reggie, the Mall security officer. Henry’s eyes flared up like a wild blaze when he spotted me. What followed was twenty solid minutes of being reamed by my boss while Reggie did all he could to keep me from getting my ass beat. I told Henry that some random girl ran up and snatched the tip jar along with the cash from the special order. 

To my surprise, Reggie was backing my story. He went as far as to say that Trina Colton, the manager of Shade, had already reported two similar instances of similar thefts. I have no idea why Reggie was sticking his neck out for me, but I couldn’t help but notice the amused smirk on his face each time he looked over to me. In the corner of my eye, I spotted Ellie emerging from the hallway. Her hair was a mess and her clothes, completely disheveled. I watched fearfully as she shifted her gaze from left to right before disappearing into a passing group of people. I returned my attention to Henry just in time to hear that I was fired.

As Henry had so sternly instructed, I collected my belongings from the kiosk and clocked out for the last time. I was told that no charges would be filed against me for the missing money, however, the fact that I abandoned the kiosk leaving all of the baked goods to be ruined in the warmers was in itself unforgivable. He pulled two hundred dollars from his wallet and gave it to me. This was to be my severance pay. I offered a heartfelt apology, for which his response was for me to fuck off. I admit that I was choked up, having been terminated for the first time in my life. 

I returned to the bathroom to wash up before I took the long shameful trek home. The bathroom was once again empty. It would seem that the only evidence that remained of my time with Eloise was the pungent aroma of sex and a torn thong on the ground. I couldn’t help but take the tattered remains of Ellie’s panties and shove them into my pocket. Even then I knew that I would never have another experience that could compare with fucking Eloise Marshall.

Before I left the Mall, Reggie stopped me. He gave me a business card for a friend of his. He told me that if I was one-hundred percent honest with the guy, he would hire me no matter what. It was certainly a good lead considering my current situation, however, I was still dreading the conversation with my step-dad. He had been trying to get me out of his house since the day I graduated from high school. This change invocation would just be more ammo for his arsenal. I was fortunate to at least have another opportunity lined up when I had the conversation.

It was already dark when I started walking home. I left the Mall just after nine o’clock at night. I had cut through the trees behind the Martins Food on Pleasant Valley ave on my way to the Orchard Crest Apartments. I had been walking for a little ten minutes when I started to cross the Home Depot parking lot. It was then that a scarlet red Handa Civic whipped past me coming to a screeching halt. I was overwhelmed by an ominous sense of dread. The windows were tinted and the car was humming and thumping with the loud music coming from within.

With great hesitation, I approached the car, terrified of what was waiting inside. I stopped in my tracks as the automatic window began to open allowing dense smoke rolling out. It was Eloise Marshall. I stood there, frozen by the fear of what she may say or do. I wondered if she knew it was me. I had been so careful, making certain not to speak, and trying not to do anything that would allow for her to identify me. I had to assume that she didn’t know that it was me that degraded her so severely.

”Hey Charlie, do you want a ride?” She called out smiling.

She had fixed her hair, as well as, changed her clothes. If I hadn’t known any better, it was as if nothing at all had happened. I was trembling as I gulped, unable to vocalize an answer. I nodded yes in reply as she waved me over. I was overtaken by the skunky stench of her weed as I climbed into the passenger seat of her tiny hatchback. I closed the door behind me and fastened my seatbelt. The car had started moving when Eloise reached over to my side offering me a drink from a bottle of Wild Irish Rose. I accepted, taking a large swig of the fowl grape wine.

”So… Have you thought about what I said earlier?” She asked coyly.

”I uh, hadn’t figured you were serious.” I replied.

”Oh really, I think you took me very seriously.” She said grinning from ear to ear.

”How’s that?” I asked with obvious confusion.

My heart sank when instead of talking, Eloise placed the tin can on the dashboard in front of me. A cold chill raced up my spine as I gazed at large black letters in black spelling ”TIPs”. It even had to be written in my handwriting. I could feel the whole world crashing down around me as the cold sweat seem to pour out of me.

”Relax Charlie, it’s cool. Not that I wasn’t fucking furious after you straight fucking raped me. You even went so far as to put that cracker ass dick of yours in my ass. You’re a fucking asshole. I hope you know that.” She said wringing her hands tightly around the steering wheel before continuing. ”That being what it is, I teased the fuck outta you and you in some sick way called my bluff. I have to admit, it was fucking hot, hotter than I ever thought a white boy could do. I have an idea if you want to hear it.” She said turning her head to me.

”What’s your idea?” I asked nervously.

Eloise laughed playfully, peering over to me with her big sparkling brown eyes and a diabolical grin. 

”Well, I can take you home and act like none of this ever happened. You will go on throwing your honkey stick at them fugly ass narrow white bitches knowing what you are missing. Or, you can give some kind of sign that you are serious, get your balls up, and come to my house and see if you can look me in the eyes while you fuck the shit out of me. Cause, to be honest, I enjoyed the guy in the men’s room.” Ellie said licking her lips with her hungry eyes locked on me.

As we stopped at the stop sign with my apartment complex only a block down the road on my right, I again wondered if she was playing me. I had already taken enough risks today to last me a lifetime, and more than enough to lock me up for years to come. I could sense her irritation as we sat in silence with nothing but the blinker going. I then turned to Eloise, looking her dead in the eyes, and without saying a word, I pulled a hundred dollar bill from my pocket and placed it in the tip jar.

”Good boy.” Eloise said as she shut off the turn signal and drove straight, where she and I disappear into the night.

THE END