Chapter 6: The Gas Station Attendant
I took the last drag of my last cig as I was pulling into the gas station. I got out and clicked the lock button on the car's remote. Walking in I noticed that they were pretty much dead, minus the lady and her daughter paying for some snacks. I walked to the refrigerated section and got me a dr. pepper, and then proceeded to the counter.
Setting my drink down, I noticed the mousy little girl operating the register. She was a little red headed chick that couldn't have been more than nineteen, maybe twenty years old. "Will that be all?" she asked, looking me over a little bit.
"I also need a pack of camel menthols," I replied, giving her a smile.
"I'll need to see your i.d." she said, turning a little red when she realized I noticed her checking me out.
I pull out my wallet and hand her my license, "I rarely get asked. Here you go."
"I have to ask. I'm on camera, and I'm already on probation," she replied kind of sheepishly. She took it from me and looked up at me, "There's no way you're that old. You're much too hot...er...I mean you look so young. Sorry."
I chuckled, "No, no it's fine. Matter of fact, you're a sexy little thing yourself." She blushed real hard and spun around to get my pack of smokes. I took the moment to check out her ass. I was the cutest little bubble but you'd ever see. Her pants were extra tight and I noticed she wasn't wearing any underwear, or a thong.
She turned around and cleared her throat, bringing me out of my ass contemplation. "Here you go. That'll be 6 bucks even," she said in what seemed like her sexiest voice.
I pull out my debit card and swipe it, "So, is it always so dead in here?"
"Yea, just on Sundays though. I was actually about to take a lunch break when you came in. They let me lock the door, so I can enjoy my meal in peace," she replied looking over at a cooler.
"Oh I'm sorry. I didn't mean to keep you from it," I said picking up my cigarettes and drink.
"No, not at all, matter of fact if you want to sit with me you can. I would actually like the company today," she replied, looking down at the counter as she did. She looked up at me coyly, a quirky smile spreading across her face.
"I'd love to! I don't have to be anywhere for awhile," I told her, seeming a little more excited than I should've been. "I'm Billy by the way," I said extending my hand to her.
She reached for it and shook gently, "I'm Ronnie, its short for Veronica. Well, I guess I'll lock the door and I can eat my lunch while we talk." She walked from around the counter and up to the door. I watched as she walked over to it, and I just couldn't get over her tight little butt. As she turned around, I made no attempt at looking away. "You can come and sit over here with me," she said pulling a stool up next to her.
"Cool, so are you having a good day?" I asked her as I sat down.
She pulls out a covered plate with a pre made salad in it, "It's been ok, I guess."
"Only ok, what's wrong?" I asked her, putting a sympathetic hand on her knee.
"Well," she looked up from her salad at me and replied, "its weird talking to someone I don't know about this, but you seem pretty cool. My boyfriend broke up with me this morning before I had to come in." Tears welled up in her eyes, "It's taken everything I've had just to keep from crying today."
"Please don't cry. He obviously didn't deserve you anyway," I told her, wiping away the tear that rolled down her cheek. "Might I ask what his reasoning behind this was?" I asked her, lifting up her head by her chin.