During my first year in college I got a part time job to help support myself, nothing too taxing just three days a week working in a music store. I'd friends who worked at the store and being a big music fan I already had most of the knowledge I needed, also apparently I'd the look. My hair was long and blonde and I was quite scrawny but athletic. I played rugby but as a winger so I was more there for my speed then my muscle. I wore band t-shirts and shorts almost every day, with a ripped up pair of converse to finish the overall grungy, surfer appearance.
What I didn't expect was that on my first day of work though, was the shop would be so understaffed that I'd be left on the floor by myself with only two minutes of till training. While the manager ran off to her office to try to call any other person at all into work. Before she left though she did tell me,
"If you get stuck or need any help with anything don't bother me call Anna in the stockroom she'll help you out with anything you need."
Well as you can imagine sooner rather than later I was in need of help, what with a queue of six people waiting to be served and a till that refused to do anything but beep loudly, I grabbed the phone dialed the stockroom and before Anna even had a chance to say,
"Hello."
I screamed for help down the phone only to be answered by a foreign accent asking,
"Who is this?"
At that moment I realized five things, one the manager of the store was useless. Two she hadn't told Anna I might be calling if I needed help. Three she hadn't told Anna I would be starting working at all. Four Anna was foreign and didn't seem to have the best English and five this was going to be the worst first day ever.
Or maybe not, because when I saw Anna coming down the stairs the day suddenly seemed a little brighter. Anna was tall about 5 foot 9, she'd red hair, nice long legs which led to a very nice ass, big and round something you could grab onto and squeeze. She'd a good body nice and toned, probably from lifting all those heavy boxes in the stockroom. With an amazing pair of tits, they had to be at least a D-cup.
Thankfully the store I worked in still believed in "sex sells." So all the girls had to wear t-shirts about two sizes too small for them, which gave me a nice view of Anna's mid riff. All in all she had a body that looked about the closest thing you would get to a comic book superhero in real life but without all the air brushing.
As Anna rounded the counter still looking at me confused wondering who the hell I was, I ran over totally stressed saying,
"Thank you."
Giving her the biggest hug and maybe freaking her out a little. But I was stressed and delighted to see anyone who could stop this queue of people from giving out to me. It took about twenty minutes but we finally got everything back to normal. The shop was quite again, the manager finally reappeared telling Anna to stay on the floor till someone came in who would train me. We talked a little, Anna still a bit freaked out by me running over and hugging her, me smiling my head off delighted at the fact the queue was gone and there was someone to help me if everything went south again.
Over the next few months of work Anna and I became good friends both at work and outside work. We'd head out for drinks with some of the others and always dancing around each other on the shop floor. Or if I was ever working the stockroom with her we always had the music on blaring away and our feet going. This was nothing strange in the store I worked in, everyone danced through the work day, it was the only way you could survive and be happy. But I always had the most fun dancing with Anna and I always loved how she laughed at my dancing and would sometimes copy my ridiculous moves.
Jump forward another month or two and it was the Christmas party. All the staff went to a bar followed by a club, lots of free drink flowing, a lot of shots being drank and even more dancing. The girls where all dressed up to the nines while the guys had tried they're hardest to look dressed up. We where a big group, about thirty of us in all and no one was going disturbing our fun, we had the entire dance floor taken over. Forming a circle having dance offs, just all round good times for as long as the bouncers would leave us stay. Which to be honest wasn't as long as we would have wanted.
As the night came to a close our numbers had dwindled drastically, out of the original thirty we had started with, we where now down to about ten. The night was still young though with lots more drinking to be done. One of the lads named Tom suggested we'd all head over to his place and keep the party going. Since Tom's place was on the way to mine anyway, I wasn't going to turn down the offer of a few more drinks. So we all headed off grabbing whoever was closest to us and marched off down the road linked arm and arm with them. It just so happened the arm I grabbed belonged to Anna.
Now even though we'd being in a big group all night, I'd barley gotten a chance to see Anna or talk to her. I'd managed one dance off against her in the circle but she dropped out because she couldn't stop laughing at my moves. I complimented Anna on how great she looked and boy did she look great. Her long red hair was tied up; she wore a tight black top with a plunging v-neck, showing off her amazing cleavage which was emphasized by a low hanging necklace. She had a loose skirt on that stopped just above her knees, so she could dance freely. And even though it was early December she wore no tights on her legs. In her own words she's Polish and Irish winters where nothing compared to what she had grown up with. Anna also wore nice black heeled ankle boots on her feet making her stand a bit smaller than me at 5 foot 11.
She returned the compliment telling me I looked good tonight as well. Since tonight was the Christmas party I had made an effort. I'd bought myself a shirt, a nice pair of pants and put on a pair of brown leather boots, it cleaned up my image quite a bit.
"Well when I you're not trying to dance."
