Deli Meats
The sign over the aging three story brick building reads "Nikki's". It's the place you're looking for.
A bell secured to the top of the door chimes as you enter. No one is behind the counter at the moment and there are no customers at the handful of tables in the small dining room. It's a sandwich shop, with several meats and cheeses on display behind the counter. The floor is white and black checked tiles and much of the shop looks like it could have been transported out of the 1950s, though that was long, long before your time.
"Anybody here?" you call in the direction of the back.
"Who is it?" a woman's voice comes from the back, though you still cannot see anyone.
You tell her your name and add, "I'm supposed to start working today."
There is a little banging of pots or pans or something in the back and a few moments later a woman comes out of the back room. She looks a bit disheveled and is wearing a white apron, apparently stained with the contents of however many lunches she'd made in the small restaurant.
"Hey," you greet her, "I think I'm supposed to be working with you today."
"What's up?" she greets you, sweeping a brunette lock back behind her ear, "I'm April."
She wipes a hand off on a relatively clean portion of the apron and offers it to you. You shake the offered hand as you size her up. April appears to be in her mid 20s. She is of average height with dark brown hair. She wears black rimmed glasses that look surprisingly good on her, probably because she's a rather pretty girl to begin with. As she shakes your hand, you smell the faint smell of weed smoke, almost certainly coming from the young woman.
"That's right, I forgot." April seems to suddenly remember, "Nikki told me you were going to come by today. Here, come on to the back and I'll show you the ropes."
April spends the next twenty minutes giving you a tour of the small deli and describing in very scant detail how to do the job. There's a prep area behind the counter to make the sandwiches and a meat slicer next to it. There's a pretty sizeable walk-in refrigerator with extra meats and a small office that the owner, Nikki, apparently uses, though April doesn't give you a tour of that. There is a bathroom stall in the back of the store that is shared both by customers and employees and a store room with shelves piled high with everything one might need to run a small deli.
"Well that's about it." April says, grabbing an apron off of a hook and tossing it to you, "You're up. I'm going to go on break real quick."
"Wait, really?" you ask, "I don't even know how to make the sandwiches."
"It's way easy." April says, grabbing a laminated sheet from under the counter, "just put the ingredients on the bread, like it says here."
"Uh... okay." you say hesitantly, but April is already heading for the back door, waiving over her shoulder as she goes.
"Well I guess it's all up to me." you say to yourself with a sigh.
You're in your last year of high school and just doing this job for a little extra spending money, so it's not as if you desperately need the money. You're kind of hoping not to fuck it up, because your new stepmother got you this job. Brooke is apparently friends with the owner and when she found out that you were looking for a job, she talked to Nikki and you were promised the job sight unseen. It was nice of Brooke, you figure, but you also wonder if your stepmother is doing this to try and get in your good graces. The two of you hadn't gotten along the greatest thus far.
A guy comes in and asks for one of the subs on the menu and a drink. You make the sandwich, probably moving much slower than he is used to, as you have to consult the instructions on how to make the sandwich that April pointed out to you. He huffs a bit impatiently behind you, but seems to forget about the wait when he sees how high you're piling the meat and cheese. You figure no one told you how much to put on there exactly, so you lean toward the side of being very generous.
With a couple of missteps you're able to figure out how to ring him up. He takes his sandwich and drink and sits down to eat, leaving you to your own devices again. It's getting towards mid-afternoon, so at least the restaurant is slow. No one else comes in for several minutes. You keep an eye on the clock, hoping that April gets back soon. Or maybe Nikki will arrive to greet her newest employee and give you a little more thorough orientation than April's half assed one.
The chime of the bell on the door draws your attention and you look over to see a blonde woman walking in the door. She looks to be somewhere around 35 or maybe 40, a very pretty woman. You wonder for a moment if it could be Nikki. She's wearing a short yellow dress that hugs her curvy figure and complements her tan skin well. Not exactly dressed as if she owns a sandwich shop, you figure, especially as she clicks across the tiled floor in four inch heels.
"Hi," you greet her as she stands in front of the counter, removing her large sunglasses to reveal pretty blue eyes.
She gives you a smile and turns her attention to the menu on the board over your head. You hope she doesn't ask any questions as you probably know less about the shop than she does, if she's a regular. She puts the earpiece of her sunglasses between her full lips and toys with it with her tongue as she tries to make a decision.
You steal a quick glance at her chest. The woman is very busty, her breasts must be at least DDs, maybe even bigger. She has long, tan legs and an athletic figure. She surely works out a lot. She has a colorful tattoo on her left shoulder.
"Anything you recommend?" she asks.
You recommend the sandwich the guy currently sitting behind her at a booth just ordered since that's the only one you have even a passing familiarity with. She seems to ponder this, looking back up at the board. Your eyes fall back to her tits and she catches you looking at them. You feel yourself blushing slightly as you look down, wiping down the counter unnecessarily with the rag that is sitting on it.
"Do you have any specials?" she asks in a tone that you interpret as seductive.
Figuring that is your horny teenage mind playing tricks on you, you glance around quickly, checking the walls for any signs that mention specials. There's nothing on the board.
"I don't think so." you say, unsure.
"You don't think so?" She asks, cocking her head to one side an amused expression on her pretty face.
"I just started here. The person who was training me stepped out, hopefully she'll be back soon." you explain.
The woman giggles. Behind her the guy is draining the last of his soda. He wipes his hands off with a napkin and drops it on the now empty basket that had contained his sandwich and heads for the door. Both you and the blonde glance at him briefly, but he walks off without a word, leaving the two of you alone in the store.
"They must trust you to leave you alone with the store like this when you're brand new." the woman says.
You shrug in response. She seems less interested in ordering a sandwich now. She twists her hips a couple times, causing her big tits to jiggle back and forth.
"You keep looking at my tits." she observes.
You look up at her in surprise. She has a sly smile on her face.
A bell secured to the top of the door chimes as you enter. No one is behind the counter at the moment and there are no customers at the handful of tables in the small dining room. It's a sandwich shop, with several meats and cheeses on display behind the counter. The floor is white and black checked tiles and much of the shop looks like it could have been transported out of the 1950s, though that was long, long before your time.
"Anybody here?" you call in the direction of the back.
"Who is it?" a woman's voice comes from the back, though you still cannot see anyone.
You tell her your name and add, "I'm supposed to start working today."
There is a little banging of pots or pans or something in the back and a few moments later a woman comes out of the back room. She looks a bit disheveled and is wearing a white apron, apparently stained with the contents of however many lunches she'd made in the small restaurant.
"Hey," you greet her, "I think I'm supposed to be working with you today."
"What's up?" she greets you, sweeping a brunette lock back behind her ear, "I'm April."
She wipes a hand off on a relatively clean portion of the apron and offers it to you. You shake the offered hand as you size her up. April appears to be in her mid 20s. She is of average height with dark brown hair. She wears black rimmed glasses that look surprisingly good on her, probably because she's a rather pretty girl to begin with. As she shakes your hand, you smell the faint smell of weed smoke, almost certainly coming from the young woman.
"That's right, I forgot." April seems to suddenly remember, "Nikki told me you were going to come by today. Here, come on to the back and I'll show you the ropes."
April spends the next twenty minutes giving you a tour of the small deli and describing in very scant detail how to do the job. There's a prep area behind the counter to make the sandwiches and a meat slicer next to it. There's a pretty sizeable walk-in refrigerator with extra meats and a small office that the owner, Nikki, apparently uses, though April doesn't give you a tour of that. There is a bathroom stall in the back of the store that is shared both by customers and employees and a store room with shelves piled high with everything one might need to run a small deli.
"Well that's about it." April says, grabbing an apron off of a hook and tossing it to you, "You're up. I'm going to go on break real quick."
"Wait, really?" you ask, "I don't even know how to make the sandwiches."
"It's way easy." April says, grabbing a laminated sheet from under the counter, "just put the ingredients on the bread, like it says here."
"Uh... okay." you say hesitantly, but April is already heading for the back door, waiving over her shoulder as she goes.
"Well I guess it's all up to me." you say to yourself with a sigh.
You're in your last year of high school and just doing this job for a little extra spending money, so it's not as if you desperately need the money. You're kind of hoping not to fuck it up, because your new stepmother got you this job. Brooke is apparently friends with the owner and when she found out that you were looking for a job, she talked to Nikki and you were promised the job sight unseen. It was nice of Brooke, you figure, but you also wonder if your stepmother is doing this to try and get in your good graces. The two of you hadn't gotten along the greatest thus far.
A guy comes in and asks for one of the subs on the menu and a drink. You make the sandwich, probably moving much slower than he is used to, as you have to consult the instructions on how to make the sandwich that April pointed out to you. He huffs a bit impatiently behind you, but seems to forget about the wait when he sees how high you're piling the meat and cheese. You figure no one told you how much to put on there exactly, so you lean toward the side of being very generous.
With a couple of missteps you're able to figure out how to ring him up. He takes his sandwich and drink and sits down to eat, leaving you to your own devices again. It's getting towards mid-afternoon, so at least the restaurant is slow. No one else comes in for several minutes. You keep an eye on the clock, hoping that April gets back soon. Or maybe Nikki will arrive to greet her newest employee and give you a little more thorough orientation than April's half assed one.
The chime of the bell on the door draws your attention and you look over to see a blonde woman walking in the door. She looks to be somewhere around 35 or maybe 40, a very pretty woman. You wonder for a moment if it could be Nikki. She's wearing a short yellow dress that hugs her curvy figure and complements her tan skin well. Not exactly dressed as if she owns a sandwich shop, you figure, especially as she clicks across the tiled floor in four inch heels.
"Hi," you greet her as she stands in front of the counter, removing her large sunglasses to reveal pretty blue eyes.
She gives you a smile and turns her attention to the menu on the board over your head. You hope she doesn't ask any questions as you probably know less about the shop than she does, if she's a regular. She puts the earpiece of her sunglasses between her full lips and toys with it with her tongue as she tries to make a decision.
You steal a quick glance at her chest. The woman is very busty, her breasts must be at least DDs, maybe even bigger. She has long, tan legs and an athletic figure. She surely works out a lot. She has a colorful tattoo on her left shoulder.
"Anything you recommend?" she asks.
You recommend the sandwich the guy currently sitting behind her at a booth just ordered since that's the only one you have even a passing familiarity with. She seems to ponder this, looking back up at the board. Your eyes fall back to her tits and she catches you looking at them. You feel yourself blushing slightly as you look down, wiping down the counter unnecessarily with the rag that is sitting on it.
"Do you have any specials?" she asks in a tone that you interpret as seductive.
Figuring that is your horny teenage mind playing tricks on you, you glance around quickly, checking the walls for any signs that mention specials. There's nothing on the board.
"I don't think so." you say, unsure.
"You don't think so?" She asks, cocking her head to one side an amused expression on her pretty face.
"I just started here. The person who was training me stepped out, hopefully she'll be back soon." you explain.
The woman giggles. Behind her the guy is draining the last of his soda. He wipes his hands off with a napkin and drops it on the now empty basket that had contained his sandwich and heads for the door. Both you and the blonde glance at him briefly, but he walks off without a word, leaving the two of you alone in the store.
"They must trust you to leave you alone with the store like this when you're brand new." the woman says.
You shrug in response. She seems less interested in ordering a sandwich now. She twists her hips a couple times, causing her big tits to jiggle back and forth.
"You keep looking at my tits." she observes.
You look up at her in surprise. She has a sly smile on her face.