Working as the general manager of a McHitler's fast food franchise is a soul-crushing experience with few upsides; one of them is my de facto position as the franchise's sole recruiter. My initial feelings of annoyance at being forced to do more work for essentially no increase in pay faded as soon as I discovered that not only would we be considering high school students exclusively, but due to the recent labor shortage, our location had been given the go-ahead by corporate to hire part-time workers as young as fourteen-years old.
Though I've never been one for actively trying to get with high schoolers, it's hard to deny the allure that only a budding teenage girl possesses. Attempting to both push down my non-government-approved thoughts and cover our government mandated 50-50 gender quota, I was careful to bring on an equal number of boys and girls, with only one of our four newest employees actually being fourteen years old—Jenny. God is she beautiful. Even though we've been working together for three weeks now, I still can't get over how gorgeous Jenny is. She must be a bit of a late bloomer, because her breasts are just starting to become visible through her work uniform, and I'd bet money that she still wears a training bra. I try not to lust after Jenny—truly, I do, but I've never seen a girl half as beautiful as she is, and as if to further pique my interest, she's the sweetest, kindest person you'd ever care to meet.
I always enjoy the evenings when Jenny's scheduled for the last shift of the day, because then we get to close up the store together. It's the perfect excuse to spend a little alone time with her, and the crimson colors of the sunset always serve to accentuate her natural beauty. I'm currently carrying the last bit of loose equipment to the storage closet—we have to take most of our equipment apart and store it in a steel-reinforced closet in the back, so it's not stolen by disgruntled ex-employees—when I notice Jenny's back is turned to me, and she's crouched on the floor, picking up a screw she dropped.
This is too much, how am I supposed to resist this? Is it really unreasonable to want a young girl who has such a cute little ass? Before I can ponder further, Jenny stands up, and as she does, I'm unable to stop myself from wrapping my arms around her and pulling her to my chest.
"Ah! What are you doing, Herr Tom?" Jenny exclaims, wiggling against my grip to try and free herself, her feeble struggling futile against my superior strength.
"Let's stand like this for a minute, Jenny; I just wanted to know what shampoo you use. Mmm, that smells good, is that strawberry?"
Jenny seems perplexed by my question, but answers regardless, "Yeah, strawberries and cream. You can smell it some more if you like." I happily oblige, taking a deep whiff of her fragrance before leaning in to kiss her neck.
"Hey!" Jenny yells, renewing her attempt to break free. "I said you could smell, not kiss!"
"Well, I wanted to know what body wash you use too, and I can't smell it because your shampoo is too strong."
Jenny seems to accept that concession, allowing me to work my way across her neck to her jawline, where I promptly spin her around to face me before pushing her up against the metal wall.
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