It's interesting work, really. No lunch hours, open all night, hundreds of customers a day during your shift. Many are repeat customers, regulars. Plus the crew that runs of convenience store is always small. Maybe up to ten people at a real busy store but usually five to seven.
I started working in these stores when I was twenty. The first store had two small buildings: the small central retail area maybe thirty feet long with a large cashier area, a small walk-in cooler, and a broom closet outside in the back of it. The other building had two restrooms on one side and a stockroom that doubled as office on the other. A gigantic canopy covered the buildings and all the gas pumps. It was a busy store in the day, but rarely at night. It wasn't horrible work, and customers enjoyed our crew's friendly demeanor. Little did they know what went on sometimes.
I had been dating a girl who lived on the far end of town and couldn't come see me too often. If we wanted to get it on, it had to be well away from her house since her parents were always around. That meant I could only get laid maybe twice a week. So I flirted with customers and sometimes a couple of my co-workers always looking out for any, I mean any, woman who wanted to get with me. My standards were rock bottom, as I was a bit overweight in the stomach, plus only five and a half feet tall. But what I lacked physically I made up for with a disarming and intense personality.
I never thought I could find anyone new. How wrong I was.
Charmaine worked with me since day one at the store, and we shared a shift maybe twice a week. She was a hefty woman almost thirty years old and none too bright. Most of us teased her about her ignorance and naiveté, myself the most. She stood around five foot seven and had to be close to three hundred pounds - most in her ass and belly. Her dark brown hair was permed and bobbed, making her look even fatter. But she was healthy and had no problem working, so I still respected her for that.
