Checking Out

Lara found it difficult to pick out movies because she had her eye on the guy behind the counter at the video store. He was lanky, like if a regular man had been stretched out. He had on a Space Odyssey T-shirt that was too big for him and it dwarfed his frame. His round glasses made him look ridiculously dorky. His nose was crooked, as if a child had molded him haphazardly out of Play-Doh.

She'd been watching him all week. She frequented the video store. When he handed customers their DVDs, his hands shook a little bit, which seemed like an inordinate amount of anxiety for a grown man to have. His imperfections were endlessly charming. He spoke without much confidence but his deep-set eyes looked kind. Best of all, he looked like he'd crumble if she laid a single finger on him. Perfect.

She waltzed over to the counter with her selections. She was chewing gum, with her hair messy. The tight tank top she had chosen perfectly pushed up her ample breasts and her dark hair fell in waves over her shoulders. She wasn't trying particularly hard to look good; she knew she didn't have to. Not for the kind of guys she liked. She checked to see that nobody else was in the store. She wanted him all to herself.

"Watch anything good, lately?" she asked, leaning over the counter. He blushed, looking her in the eyes to avoid looking at her breasts.

"Yeah, actually. Have you ever seen Varda's The Gleaners and I?" he replied, still trying to avert his eyes.

"Shut up. I love that movie. I love the thing she does with her hand where she closes it around the trucks moving past the car window," she said, mimicking the motion with her hand. He perked up, looking her in the eyes now.

"Yeah, it's a really great documentary because of all the first-person stuff. It makes it more unique, you know?" He said.

"Definitely" she grinned. "So are you going to keep checking me out or what?"

"I'm not- I wouldn't-" he started to stammer.

"I mean these," she laughed, holding up the DVDs, blowing a bubble with her gum. "But it's fine if you want to check me out in other ways"

"I wouldn't do that; you're just trying to rent movies. You don't want some random guy hitting on you." he remarked.

She leaned in closer, looking up at him, inches between their faces. She spit out her gum and put it in the trash under the counter.

"How about you don't lecture me about what I want, okay?" she whispered. "And for the record, I'm hitting on you. Got it?"

She grabbed his face and kissed him. Guys like this kissed like they were starved for attention because usually, they were. That's what Lara liked about this type of guy. He was no exception. She ran her hands through his floppy hair and he quietly moaned into their kiss. It was subtle, but she heard it. God, she loved guys like this. Guys who whimper like spurned dogs whenever you show them the slightest bit of affection.

When she broke away from the kiss, he looked flushed. His hands were shaking.

"You're so beautiful," he murmured. He was probably about 25, but he looked at her as if he'd never seen a woman before.

"Can I come around the counter?" she smirked, loving the power trip she was on. He was so pathetic, so gullible. She needed him, now.

He nodded, his eyes glued to her. The checkout counter was conveniently secluded by huge shelves and rows and rows of films. No wonder the place was under threat of going under, the check out counter was practically hidden. But it was perfect for what she wanted to do next.

She walked behind the counter and then dropped to her knees, unzipping his jeans.

"H-hey, what are you-" he stammered, as she looked at his rock hard dick. He was pretty big, for such a skinny guy.

"Shhh," she told him.

"What if someone comes in?" he replied. "What if-"

He couldn't finish his sentence because Lara had began to stroke his dick through his boxers. He flinched when she first touched it and tried his best to stifle another whimper.

"Oh fuck, that's so good," he moaned, as she continued to stroke him. "F-Fuck..."

When she took his dick out, he quivered, unused to the touch of a woman. He whimpered, softly.

"What are you so scared of?" she teased. "Do you not want me to?"

"I've never wanted anything more," he replied, his voice low and more husky than before.

"I'm going to do the thing she does in Gleaners, where she closes her hand around the trucks like this..." she laughed, closing her hand around his dick.

"Please don't make Agnes Varda references during sex, she's like, the mother of first-person documentary film and I really don't want to think about her before I'm about to get-" he laughed, unable to finish his sentence.

"Blown by a really hot girl?" she smirked, looking up at him.

"Fuck. Yes," he sighed.

"Try not to whimper too much, or somebody might hear you," she teased.

"I don't whimper," he retorted.

"Uh-huh," she replied sarcastically. Then, without warning, she ran her tongue over the tip of his dick. He whimpered. Because of course he would. This kind of guy always did.

Instead of saying "I told you so," she decided to slide her lips further down his dick, filling her mouth with him. His hands gripped the counter, so hard his fingertips were turning white. Low, breathy groans escaped his mouth as she slid her lips up and down his rock hard dick. She ran her tongue around the tip and his whole body tensed. She liked how she was all-powerful, able to control him through his hard cock. This desperate, sad video store clerk made the perfect boy toy.

"Stop, you're going to make me cum, please-" he moaned. She stopped.

"Already? That would be too quick, even for a pathetic guy like you. But okay, I'll stop," she teased. Feeling her mouth leave him, he looked at her, pleading.

"No. Please, please don't leave me like this," he whined. "I'll do anything, please. Nobody's in here, I'll do anything you want,"

She licked the tip of his dick and he closed his eyes, like he'd just been punched. He was ecstatic.

"Fuck. Please keep going," he groaned. "Please,"

"I think I'd like to edge you," she replied, slowly getting up. She kissed him, pushing him back against the counter. She looped her fingers under the waistband of his jeans and pulled them down. Then, still with their lips interlocked, she pulled off his boxers so he was completely naked from the waist down. And she was fully clothed.

As they made out, she caressed his ass. Then, she spanked him, hard. He yelped, but didn't break away from her lips. Then, she turned him around and leaned him over the counter.

"If you take it like a good boy, I might let you cum, got it?" she told him, while looking around in her bag.

"I'll do anything," he replied, his voice dripping with wanton lust.

She kneeled behind him, so she was completely obscured by the counter. She squirted some lube onto her hand and parted his ass cheeks with her other hand. Using her thumb, she spread lube around the rim of his asshole, making him squirm. His eyes widened. He whimpered softly.

"What are you doing... I thought..." he managed to get out, interrupted by a sudden intrusion. She had stuck her finger all the way into his tight ass. He groaned.

"Too much for you?" she teased, sticking another finger inside of him. He whimpered as she began to curl her fingers upward. With her other hand, she kept stroking his dick, which was still slick with her spit.

Now he couldn't even keep quiet. Still death gripping the counter, his entire body tense, he began to moan as she worked him up, both in his ass and his dick. He closed his eyes and his breaths were heavy and ragged. Fuck, she loved toying with guys like this.

"F-Fuck, I'm gonna cum," he whispered, barely getting out the words, whimpering like he was in pain. She immediately stopped everything and he turned to her, desperate.

"Please, let me cum, please. I'm begging you, please," he whined, frantically searching her eyes for approval.

She got up again and took his face in her hands. He leaned into her touch, almost as if he was magnetically attracted to her.

"Fine, I think I've tortured you long enough." She smiled, then she kneeled down and took his dick in her mouth. Running her tongue over his sensitive head, he ran his hands through her hair. His eyes rolled back in pleasure.

"Oh fuck, thank you, oh god..." he stammered, barely able to control himself. He began to shake and his whimpering grew more and more desperate. He closed his eyes. "Oh-oh fuck, I'm going to."

He let out a breathy moan as he came into her mouth. His whole body shook as she continued to suck him off, swallowing his cum. When he was done, she looked up at him, wiping a droplet of it off her full lips.

"Fuck, that was so good. It's been so long since I've cum like that," he told her, completely out of breath, putting his jeans back on. She rose up to meet his eyes, then cupped his face in her hands again.

"I think you still need to rent me some movies," she joked, picking up one of the DVDs on the counter.

He nodded, transfixed.

"Thank god I checked you out," he smiled, still out of breath, wrapping his arms around her waist, pulling her into a kiss.