Day One - Monday
Amber didn't know she would be starting a streak today. In fact, it wouldn't become a conscious decision until several days later. For her, it was just another Monday, and it started the same way they usually did.
The alarm on her phone had to ring six times before Amber finally got out of bed. She lived near her work, so she was used to abusing the snooze button. Still, this was cutting it close. She sleepy brushed her teeth, applied some light makeup, and got dressed. As she pulled on a pair of jeans and a white top, her phone dinged.
"where are you??"
It was Ryan.
Shit. She was supposed to be at work 3 minutes ago.
"almost there."
She texted back.
Amber flew down the stairs of her apartment and hopped on her bike. She was barely able to appreciate the warm morning sun on her skin and the cool wind on her face as she sped along the bike path. She gathered her long blonde hair from her face and tied it into a sloppy ponytail.
Amber worked at Veggies n' More, a local grocery store. Ron Wallace--her boss--was nice enough, but strict about being on time. She took a shortcut through an alley between two houses, expertly swerving between a dumpster and a puddle of rainwater.
Ryan, a tall and thin man who must have only been a couple years younger than Amber, was waiting for her at the entrance to the store.
"Finally!" He whispered, as Amber hopped off her bike and tied it to the rack. He adjusted his skinny gray tie nervously. It wasn't part of the dress code, but Ryan always wore a tie.
"I told Ron you were in the bathroom. He doesn't know you were late."
Amber smiled a silent thank you. Ryan was always looking out for her ever since she started working there. It was nice to have a friendly face to break up the monotony. She smoothed down her top and tucked it into her jeans as they quietly sneaked into the store together. Amber was able to get to the register before Ron spotted her.
"Amber!" He barked. "You were in the bathroom for a while. Everything alright?"
"Yes, sir." Amber answered. "Just some stomach trouble this morning. Sorry."
Ron grunted but left her alone.
The day went as days usually go. Amber entertained herself by making up stories about the customers based on the products they were buying. The couple who bought a variety of berries and whipped cream were probably planning to lick them off of each other. The single mom probably wasn't going to use that cucumber in a salad. The guy buying a whole box of pineapples probably wanted his cum to taste better. Most of Amber's stories were very dirty.
As noon approached, Amber had managed to work herself up quite a bit with these thoughts. This always happened. She inconspicuously rubbed her thighs together, confirming that she had gotten very moist.
Whenever she felt like this, Amber would usually use her break to masturbate in the bathroom. Not today, though. Her friend Leah was turning 20, and she had a gift scheduled for pickup at a store down the block. Amber sighed, and left her post at the cash register. As she walked out of the grocery store, she signaled to Ron that she was taking her lunch break.
