The job, including the obscene phone calls, and characters, is real but everything else is fiction. Hope you like it.
I had recently got a job at a local pizza joint for the summer. It was literally the next street over from my house. It's kinda sad because I live in a small town with its own pizza place but no gas station or post office. Anyway, I worked as a cashier and delivery driver, usually finding out which one I'd be doing when I arrived at work.
I was working on the register one Saturday night, and it was surprisingly empty. I usually saw people I knew through school and sports. But tonight it was just me, the chef, and my boss, a balding, but very intimidating, guy in his 30s named Frank, who towered over me at about 6'4" when I was 5'9". I was sitting there bored, on my phone, and Frank was in his office, probably jacking the beanstalk.
Then the phone rang. Excited to be doing something tonight, I answered enthusiastically, "Good evening, thank you for calling. This is Matt speaking, how can I help you?"
A very familiar voice replied, "Hi, I'd like an order of a very large serving of you. But with no clothes please."
I recognized it instantly. I sighed and said half-frustratedly, "Liv, we've had this conversation before. You can't say stuff like that, what if my boss hears?"
Liv was my girlfriend of 2 years. She was 19, a year older than me, and was home from college for the summer. I was starting college in the fall. She had a very attractive face and body, and a rather outgoing personality. She had a man's vocabulary, and used it a lot. She often had a worse mouth than I did. Anyway, she was about 5'3", had blondish-brown hair and hazel eyes. Her body was toned from soccer. She had an amazing ass, my favorite feature, and a navel piercing and possibly C cups. Her legs were long and muscular, but not ripped.
Anyway, she replied, "Aw cheer up, baby. You sound mad. Is work boring? It looks empty. I just drove by and saw only your boss' car and yours."
"It's pretty empty. Actually, it's completely empty. But anyway, as I was saying, you can't keep saying stuff like that. If my boss ever answered the phone..."
"He won't. He's not there now. And by the way, I like that uniform. It matches your eyes."
I quickly spun around and put the phone down. Liv was waving and smiling through the door at me. "Oh, crap," I muttered, waving her in resignedly.
She opened the door and walked up to the counter. Just as my boss came out of his office. "Hi, welcome. I can take your order if you're ready."
"Ummm, I don't know yet. Don't wait for me. I'll give it to him if you need to get back to work," Liv said, gesturing to me.
"Sure, that's fine. Thank you," he looked at me with a "don't-fuck-this-up" look and went back to his office, closing the door.
I quickly turned to Liv and hissed, "What are you doing here, Liv?!"
She grinned and jumped over the counter, standing in front of me. "Seeing you, of course. I said I drove by, but never said I didn't come in. I also just told your boss I'd 'give it to you', but I wasn't talking about my order," she licked her lips and kissed me hard. She pulled away and said, "You know, the uniform really does bring out your eyes. They're like a grayish-blue."
"You'll have plenty of time to get lost in my eyes after I get off. I'll be done in about 20 minutes, if you wanna wait around." I said forcibly.
"I'm getting off right now looking at you, if you know what I mean," she whispered. "I'll be done in about 10 seconds." I honestly didn't know if she was joking or not.
