1. Bobbi


    Date: 7/17/2015, Categories: Gay Male, Shemales, Author: klammer, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

    away. That was her signal that a customer had annoyed her in some way. It sounded like music to me. I knew that what I had said would bother her. She loved those ridiculous knit slippers for some reason, and Mr. Conlin, the buyer, had given her buying responsibility for them. I think they were called Mukluks, or something like that, but they were absolutely awful. They were the sort of thing that were given on Christmas by maiden aunts to c***dren whom they saw only once a year. While they were auntie's dream gift, they were a k**'s, any k**'s, nightmare. I had a picture in my mind of Mrs. Adams' f****y on Christmas. All were wearing last year's batch of Mukluks while eagerly awaiting her arrival with a new shipment wrapped in paper covered with syrupy sweet Christmas images of Mickey Mouse perched on Santa's sleigh. I always thought about that whenever I needed to throw up. It was just about closing time for the store, so I made my way down to the first floor again. I went out through the front door on 5th Avenue turning left to 38th Street where the employee's entrance was. The usual tiny crowd of departing employees and people meeting them was gathering around this side door to the building, and I joined them to wait for Edith to come out. It would only be a few minutes. I waved to her as Edith emerged from the door, and she came straight over to me. &#034Bobbi,&#034 she said in a tone that could have been either surprise or mild annoyance, &#034what are you doing here? ...
    I thought you were looking for a job?&#034 &#034I was,&#034 I replied. &#034I've been to five places that I found in the paper today. It started getting late, and I was in the neighborhood, so I thought I'd see if you'd like to ride home together.&#034 Edith looked more at ease after I said that. &#034What a nice idea,&#034 she said pleasantly, and we walked to 5th Avenue. &#034Let's take a cab,&#034 she added. The taxi, with us in its rear seat, was soon ensnared in the evening version of the twice daily snarl of traffic that gripped mid-town Manhattan and the roads leading out from it as millions of people tried to travel between where they worked and where they lived. The subway probably would have been a bit faster and a lot cheaper than the cab, but this was more comfortable even if we did have to sit in traffic for a while. It would be nice to be able to commute this way every day, but it was good as a treat too. We just sat back, and enjoyed the ride. &#034How was work today?&#034 I asked to make conversation. &#034Oh, it was kind of ordinary,&#034 Edith answered. &#034Most of it was quiet, except for Mrs. Adams. She had some bee in her bonnet about her son-in-law when she came in, and had the sales people going all day. You know how she gets. She didn't start to get calmed down until well after lunch, and then, just before closing, some customer said something that set her off again.&#034 I gave a sly smile. &#034What did the customer say?&#034 I asked. &#034I don't ...
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