I Scream for Ice Cream

“Anything else?” I asked in the most enthusiastic tone I could muster, which came out to little more than a monotone murmur.

“More sprinkles!!”

I scooped the third tablespoon of fucking sprinkles onto the already heaving monstrosity of an ice cream cone this kid was ordering.

“More! I said more!”

I gave a frustrated sigh and put several more tablespoons on there until the colossal heap of dairy was about ready to fall over. His non-empathetic mother paid and they were finally out of my sight.

I bent over to lean on my elbows, rolling my eyes at the drudgery of this dumb job. I’m Chloe Von Kristen for crying out loud- I don’t do jobs and I certainly don’t serve people. I was off for college winter break, which- for the old me - typically meant vacationing off the coast of Spain, Christmas shopping in Prague, and dining, wining, and expensive presents from my list of suitors.

But here I am, stuck in the U.S. working a damn mall job, because my family’s assets have been frozen at the most inopportune of times. I guess the decades of tax evasion and off-shore money laundering in the Von Kristen family have finally caught up with the Feds. All my credit cards have been frozen for weeks and my fake, two-faced friends took off for vacation without a second glance.

Traitors. The hurtful thought resurfaced and I must have had a pretty mad look on my face as I refilled the tray of mint chocolate chip.

“Woke up on the wrong side of the bed today, huh Chloe?” My annoying boss, Todd asked. He was trying to be playful but I wasn’t in the fucking mood for jokes.

“Uh-huh,” I said, barely audibly.

“Well look, you’re the only one here today and I need you to not scare off customers with that evil frown on your face. How about a smile for me?”

I flashed a sarcastic smile, making him chuckle.

“Hey come on, princess. Look, I know you aren’t the working type, but I still expect top-notch customer service from you. So no more eye rolls and sighing are we clear?”

I crossed my arms over my chest and leaned against the counter, giving him a challenging look. “Why don’t you teach me a lesson or two about customer service then, Boss?”

Todd narrowed his eyes and I saw his eyes wander down to my perky chest. “What kind of lesson are we talking about, princess?”

“Oh, I’ll let you make the curriculum.” I brushed past him and went towards the back of the shop, which he certainly knew how to interpret.”

It wouldn’t be the first time I’d fucked Todd. In fact, he fucked me the same day I came in to interview. We both were clearly bored out of our minds at this shop and we both got off on the real-life role-play of a spoiled, rich girl getting pounded by her otherwise dull and unexciting older boss.

Todd shut the door to the storage closet behind him and closed the gap between us, unzipping his jeans and telling me to get on my knees.

“The first lesson to learn about good customer service Chloe,” he said as I pulled out his cock “is to know how to suck dick the way your customer likes it.”

“Like this?” I asked, taking his cock between my pouty lips (thanks to my injections) and sucking him nice and fast.

He groaned and gripped the wall over me watching me pleasure him. “Yea, just like that. A little deeper down your throat you filthy, spoiled rich girl.”

I grabbed his swollen balls while blowing him and took him over the edge, getting a taste of some cream for myself.

“And the next lesson is learning how to bend over and spread that sweet, wet pussy.”

Todd made me turn around and hold the wall as he gripped my hips and went to town on my pussy, ravaging me under my mini skirt. Now was my turn to moan and cry out, telling him to man up and fuck me harder.

He lifted his right leg to get even deeper inside my cookie jar and roughly fucked me until I was a soaking wet, shaking mess from an orgasm. A stinging slap on my ass sent me over the edge again.

“And that’s for giving your boss orders. Now get back to work.”

“Yes sir..”