Another Day at the Pizza Place Ch. 02

Things at the restaurant were looking up. I had Christina working closing, and I was keeping her scheduled for an hour past close for cleaning. Special deep cleanings.

Allie was doing great on the lunch rushes, and I had taken to closing each afternoon so we could have meetings. Special deep meetings.

I was having a hard time keeping up with them both, and an even harder time making sure their schedules didn’t overlap.

Overlap – the word stuck in my head. I was getting hard, just thinking about a word that had no inherent sexual context, but…lapping, lapping over…I was too excitable these days! These girls had me hypersexualizing everything!

I needed a buffer, and since the last delivery driver, Dean, was out of the picture, I decided to put the old “Help Wanted” sign up. As good as Allie was at helping on lunch, we still needed another person to handle the deliveries.

I didn’t know how I would balance that with our after-lunch activities, but the business came first, and I needed a new hire!

I was expecting the usual round of dopehead losers. The usual suspect would have his mom/dad/uncle’s old beater, they would always say it ran great and promised they could handle delivering pizzas. Most drove up in cars spewing smoke from the tailpipe, leaking oil on the parking lot, and usually couldn’t provide any proof of insurance. Pass, pass, pass!

It was nearly the end of lunch, and I was standing at the register near the window. It was close to the phone and usually only used for entering call-in orders. I was printing out the lunch receipt totals when I saw a nice-looking sedan pull into the lot.

Suddenly, I felt Allie draw up close behind me.

“Ugh,” I heard her mutter.

“Allie?” I looked back at her, questioningly.

“It’s Sam.” she said flatly.

“Sam? The girl who wants to be a delivery driver?” I asked.

Allie looked at me, her mouth agape.

“She’s a slut.” She answered, turning her back on me, retreating further into the restaurant.

Apparently, my new potential hire was here for her interview.

I watched as the car door opened. The girl who stepped out of the car did so slowly. I saw one leg first, wearing a flat heeled sandal with strings that wrapped up and around her calf, stopping just short of her knee and ending in a neatly tied bow in the back.

A second perfectly formed leg joined the first, the bow behind that knee tied just as precisely as the first.

She rose up out of the seat, and I got my first good look at her. I was expecting a lot more than I got – Allie’s jealousy made me think I would be looking at a buxom, ripe tart. What I saw was a wisp of a girl, and she was wearing wisps of clothing.

She had on a short skirt, which left a lot of leg uncovered. Her lower legs weren’t really covered at all, just the thin leather straps from her sandals.

I took her in, from her pedicured toenails to the hem of her skirt. The skirt was just covering her ass, what little ass she had. Still, it was an impressive sight to see her, she was on display.

I brought my gaze up, and saw she was wearing some kind of vest which left her midriff exposed, her bellybutton sporting a piercing. She had a sort of jacket over this, but it had no arms, and the vest actually covered more of her shoulders than the jacket did. Looking more closely, I could see the belly button piercing was a loop, with a sparkling red gem.

Finally, I looked up at her face. I was feeling a little dirty, since I had already let myself linger over viewing her body, and only now really took her all in.

She had short dirty blonde hair, and her features seemed to form a perfect elfin aspect. I couldn’t see her eyes; she had large dark sunglasses on. I took a long look as she closed her car door, feeling a twinge between my legs.

I wondered whether she had meant to apply at the strip club down the road. She certainly had more of a stripper vibe than a pizza girl!

As she made her way to the door, I went quickly to the back office. I passed Allie and said “Can you go grab me her application?”

Allie huffed a little, then said “OK, Mr. Johnson.”

I waited at the desk in the back, pretending to look over the books. Eventually, Allie came in and put the application down in front of me, slapping it hard onto the desk.

“You’re going to fuck her, aren’t you?” she asked me bluntly.

I grabbed her by the hips, drawing her onto my lap.

“Allie, you are always my number one!” I said, and started to kiss her.

She pulled back, the first time she had done that.

“I want to be your only number!” and she slapped me hard across the face.

I was taken aback, I never ever wanted to hurt Allie, she really was my number one. I was trying to decide what to do, and thought I should just tell this Sam girl we didn’t need any help right now.

All of a sudden, Allie leaned down close, letting her breasts press against me under her t-shirt.

“Fuck her if you want,” she whispered into my ear, “Just don’t forget she’s Ankara escort a slut. I am your number one!”

She flew off me, and went to the dishwashing station, getting busy with the load of dishes still piled up after the lunch rush.

I took a deep breath, considering my next move.

I had Allie whenever I wanted her, she was even sneaking out of her mom’s place to come over to mine a couple of nights a week.

I had Christina, who would do anything I wanted during our “special cleaning” shifts, and Allie didn’t seem any the wiser.

Now Sam had entered my world, and I thought that nothing other than good things could come from that…as long as I could keep this juggling act up.

I took a look at the application. This girl had dropped out of high school, and hadn’t held any job for more than a month.

And Allie hadn’t shot me down, she had given me a green light in fact! Could I get a triple play going here?

OK, I thought, I could work with this.

Sam entered, and when the door chime sounded, I looked back at Allie washing dishes.

“Allie? The door.” I said, and she snapped as though I had just slapped her. I mean, I had slapped her a lot, and that was the same jerk of her head I was used to seeing. I winced a little, and eased my tone.

“Would you mind?”

Allie drew a big breath, then got her happy face on.

“Yes, sir, Mr. Johnson, sir!” Her voice dripped with sarcasm.

I watched her dry her hands and walk to the counter. I will admit I took a little pleasure watching her, trying to maintain her composure, all the while knowing she saw this new girl as a challenger to what she felt she owned. Me.

Allie told Sam to have a seat, Mr. Johnson was very busy and would be out to “deal with her” as soon as possible. She came back to the office, planted both hands on each side of my head, leaned close and whispered into my ear, “You are not getting anything from me today, you bastard!”

She then went back to the dishes. Damn she was dedicated! I would have to make it up to her later, I decided.

I walked out into the dining area, briefly taking in the small frame of the little elf-like girl that was causing my main girl such distress.

Damn! She was oozing sexuality! I couldn’t quite get my head around it, she was a tiny little waif of a thing, but every small article of clothing was clinging to her, showing just a little too much and covering just a little too much at the same time!

I could feel myself getting hard, so I slid quickly into the booth opposite her, hoping to hide my arousal. I slid a little too quickly, and slammed into the wall at the end of the booth.

She barely reacted, but there was a little giggle I didn’t miss.

“Um… Ok… So, it’s Sam? Right?” I started.

“Yes, sir, my name is Sam.” Damn. Nothing to go on, just a quick, short answer.

“Sam, would you mind taking those sunglasses off? We are in the middle of an interview, and it seems inappropriate.” I was struggling to find some control of the situation. Well, situations, if you counted the second one in my pants.

Her hand flew to her face, whipping the glasses off. A much quicker and unpracticed response than I expected. Everything else about her so far had seemed like a well-rehearsed performance; this little fault made me think again.

I looked her in the eyes, usually this was my main move to get young women flustered. I had received a lot of good feedback about my piercing green eyes.

As I met her gaze, I was struck. She had golden yellow irises. I had never seen that in any eyes before, and at first, I was just amazed that there was an eye color I hadn’t already seen. Then I saw how the light reflected off of them, and there was just something magical that made me pause in my tracks.

“I am so sorry,” she said, “I meant no disrespect, sir.”

Again, with the sir. I liked that. A lot. It brought me back to the moment.

“OK, Sam. Why don’t you tell me about yourself?” I asked.

“Well, I just…I need a job. My parents gave me a car for graduation, but…now I need to pay for it myself…” she trailed off.

I looked back at the form she had filled out, where she stated she had dropped out of school. Eighteen years old and giving up on her future. I started to feel bad for her.

I got back to the interview.

“Ok, and aside from having a car, why do you think you could do this job?” I continued.

“Well…” she paused, totally uncertain of what to say next.

I didn’t want to leave her hanging too long, so I offered, “You know, the last driver, Dean, he didn’t work out.”

She lit up suddenly.

“I know Dean! He’s a dumb-ass! He couldn’t work his way out of a used condom! I can do better than that!” she exclaimed. As soon as she said it, she looked embarrassed, as though she had just said the worst thing possible in a job interview.

I had a hard time shaking the mental image of her handling a used condom, especially with the image of Dean thrown in. I looked Ankara escort bayan down at her application, and tried to keep a serious look on my face, before bringing my head up again and staring her straight in the eye. Then I couldn’t hold it anymore and burst out in laughter.

“He couldn’t, he really couldn’t, could he?” I was almost doubled over at the mental image.

We both laughed for a few moments, suddenly feeling much more comfortable around each other. Almost too comfortable I thought, reminding myself I was the boss in an interview, not a teenage boy trying to work his way into a girl’s panties on a date.

“Well,” I said, clearing my throat, “I guess that you might be a good fit here. But really…your attire is not what I would call work appropriate.”

She shrugged, and I thought it was just a distracted little motion. Then I realized she was letting her sleeveless jacket fall off of her tiny little frame. She sat up straighter when the jacket fell off her, and I saw what thin little straps held the vest in place. She looked naked without being naked, and her skinny arms and small frame only accentuated the small breasts that were barely covered by that tiny fur vest.

“I can dress better for this job, sir,” she said, “but I wanted to be sure you got a good look at my assets, sir.”

My mouth was hanging open, and I knew she could see the effect she was having.

“I…I uh…I guess you also know Allie?” I was fumbling for a question to ask her. After all, I was supposed to be in control of this interview!

“Oh, I know Allie, sir,” she said, a little breathily. Suddenly I was wondering about their history.

“OK. Um. OK.” I was still fumbling. A sudden inspiration hit me.

“I guess we just need to do the physical tests then,” I said.

“Oh…OK…” she was meek in her reply.

I shot her a quick glance.

“Sir!” she straightened up as she said it, making her tiny breasts press out against her vest. Oh, I was liking this “sir” thing a lot!

I took her by the hand, and told her to go to the back room. As she did so, I went to the front and shut off the “open” light.

I was going to need Allie to really step up for the next part of my little plan.

I walked into the back room, and got a sense that I might have interrupted something between the two girls. I assumed they were just feeling awkward to be meeting again.

“Hey,” I said, “Allie, could you come over here?”

Allie was always eager to please me, even though she seemed annoyed at this other girl being present.

“Yes, Mr. Johnson?” she asked. I was missing the “sir” that I had been getting from Sam, but Allie had earned a bit of consideration, after all she had done for me lately.

“Allie, I think Sam might be a good fit for our crew, but I value your input.” She blushed a little when I used the word “input”.

“Allie!” I barked. I saw her snap to attention.

Drawing in a breath, I let it go slowly, then continued.

“Allie, I would like you to help me with the standard physical test for Sam.” I looked her straight in the eye when I said this, and gave her a little wink. I think she got my meaning.

“Of course, Mr. Johnson!” She was always so ready to help with whatever I had going on.

I turned to Sam.

“Ok, Sam, first test is to check your endurance. Give me twenty jumping jacks!”

Sam looked down at her little vest, it didn’t seem like workout gear and I could see she was having some doubts.

“One!” I counted off, and she immediately jumped into the air, stretching her arms above her head and spreading her legs wide, then brought her hands back down to her sides as she snapped her legs back together.

The vest seemed like it was already about to break off of her tiny body, and her short skirt was jostled up, but she was intently focused on me.

“And, two!” I continued. She flung her arms out and up again, her legs springing again to a wide stance, driving her skirt up a little bit more than the last time. I could see that one of the straps of her vest was already starting to tear.

“And three, and four, and five!”, I quickly kept leading her through more and more jumps, her vest was in tatters by number ten. I kept the pace going, and sure enough, by the time she got to fifteen, both straps gave away and her vest fell off of her body, exposing the tiniest little A-cups I had ever seen, with nipples that had been stiffened by the rubbing of the vest over the last several jumps. They looked like perfect pink gumdrops, a little red and raw, on top of delicate little breasts that I couldn’t take my gaze off of.

“Twelve…uh…sixteen!” I had totally lost my place.

Sam looked aghast, and dropped her hands to cover herself.

She looked at Allie, tears in her eyes starting to swell, and said, “You didn’t say anything about this!”

I was taken aback; I didn’t know what to make of this. I looked at Allie, and saw her face red with…embarrassment? And a little bit proud? I didn’t know Escort Ankara a face could show both at once.

“Allie?” I asked, in a commanding tone.

Allie found her composure, and then lost it. She started laughing, almost hysterically.

I was at a loss, and then realized Sam had started laughing too.

Allie ran toward me, threw her arms around my neck and stifled her laughing with her head buried in my chest.

“I am so sorry, Mr. Johnson, it was supposed to be a surprise! For your birthday!” she struggled to get these words out between her giggling spells.

“Allie? What?” I was truly confused.

“I knew it was your birthday, and I asked my friend Sam to come help us celebrate!” she declared, as if that answered everything.

I was still tensed up, and she could feel that her surprise hadn’t gone off as expected. She stepped back, suddenly afraid she had messed up.

“I wanted you to meet Sam, she is my good friend! I have told her about all of the things we have been doing, and she wanted to come play with us!”

Allie wouldn’t meet my eyes; she was looking at the floor. Sam was looking worried too, and shuffled behind her friend, suddenly embarrassed by her nudity and trying for all the world to hide herself behind Allie. Unfortunately for her, there just wasn’t that much of Allie to hide behind, even as tiny as Sam was.

“Well,” I said, “Isn’t that just something?”

I left a heavy pause in the air, devilishly delighting in the awkwardness that had taken over both girls.

“And just exactly what, Allie?” I asked.

“What?” she repeated the word back not comprehending.

“What? What are you planning on doing with Sam?”

I shot Allie a glance, looking deep into her wide brown eyes and hoping she would pick up the thread.

“Well…’ she paused, a little uncertain, then quickly grabbed Sam and dragged her to the front, holding her thin arms behind her back and thrusting Sam’s chest in front of me.

“Well, I thought you could start with her nipples, Mr. Johnson! You could suck on them like you do with mine!”

I was looking at the treat before me, and Sam was locked onto my eyes. I hadn’t touched her yet, but as my eyes travelled up and down her slim torso and then focused on her nipples, I could see her shiver as though it were my hands running over her, not my eyes.

Allie piped up again, “She really loves having her nipples sucked on!”

I looked Allie in the eye as I dropped down to take one of Sam’s perfect little gumdrops into my mouth. Just before I latched onto it, I said, “You sound like you’re talking from experience.” Allie’s face reddened, and I knew this wasn’t the first time these girls had played games with each other.

I drew Sam’s nipple into my mouth, causing her to let a little squeal escape her lips. I loved the feel of it between my lips and teeth, and played just a little too hard with it, biting down just to the point I knew it would cross over from pleasure to pain. She gasped, and I let go. She gasped again.

Not wanting to be cruel…or at least, not too cruel…I latched onto her other little gumdrop nipple and brought a hand up to slowly rub and massage the one I had just had in my mouth. Sam was writhing in our hands, Allie holding her arms firmly behind her back, and me massaging both of her little tits now, her right nipple locked into my sucking mouth.

“Oh, Allie,” I said softly, “What a little treat you have given me for a gift!”

“I just want to make you happy, Mr. Johnson! It is your birthday after all!”

I was totally worked up. I could feel my hard-on straining against my jeans, it wanted to be freed and let loose! But I was also confused – it was not my birthday, it was months away, and Allie had no idea when it even was!

I caught onto her tactic. This wasn’t about me; it was about a story she had used to bring Sam into our little games. I also became acutely aware that although Allie had brought Sam in as a plaything, a little toy to enjoy, Sam was also a real girl with real feelings. Feelings that we were ramping up and bringing to a boiling point rather quickly.

“Oh, Allie,” I moaned, “You did a good job finding me a perfect little gift! But shouldn’t there be some cake to celebrate with too?”

Allie was sharp as tacks, she picked up on my cue. She shifted her grip on Sam’s arms so that she held both of Sam’s hands in one of hers, and dropped her free hand down to lift Sam’s little skirt up. It didn’t need to be lifted far.

“Here’s your cake, Mr. Johnson! Be sure to make a wish!”

As Allie lifted Sam’s skirt up, I was suddenly aware of how intently Sam was staring down. She had an anticipation in her golden eyes that captivated me. I broke off, her eyes were too much! I suddenly knew what those girls had meant when they told me about my own “piercing” gaze.

Shifting my focus back down, I could see she wasn’t wearing any panties under that dangerously short skirt. But there was something glinting, just above the quivering lips I could now see. Allie dragged the tight skirt up more, and the back edge caught on the tiny bulge of Sam’s ass cheeks. Allie gave another tug, and from where I had dropped myself down to get a better view of Sam’s pussy, I saw her ass suddenly break free from the skirt and bob down into view, just behind her cunt.