Free Dirty Little Freaks by Jaden Wilkes Page B

time, let alone early,” Jag exclaims when he sees me, then he narrows his eyes suspiciously and adds, “You know I can’t give you a raise, right?”
    “Holy shit, I don’t think I’ve ever heard you swear!” I laugh in reply, “And no, I’m not angling for a raise. Traffic was good today, that’s all.”
    He gives me another sidelong glance and shakes his head. He doesn’t believe me, but he doesn’t care. He grabs his stuff and makes to leave. He pauses at the door, looks back at me and says, “You're not high, are you? If you are, you’d better not let anyone rip you off.”
    “I’m not high, I swear,” I say, mentally shoving him out the door so I can text in peace. “And you know me, even if I were as high as a fucking kite, I’m not letting anyone rip me off. Now go home, your wife is probably waiting for you right now.”
    He sighs, looks at his watch and says, “I don’t like this, you seem weird, but there’s nobody else to cover you…just don’t mess up.” The buzzer sounds as he opens the door and leaves at last.
    I love the night shift, Jag hates it, so it works out well. I’m working ten to six tonight, it’s more than the legal eight hours, and he doesn’t pay me overtime, but I’m cool with that. He basically gives me free rein to do what I want, and as long as the register doesn’t come up short, he asks no questions.
    Usually I study while I’m on shift, my other secret kept from Eva. She thinks I hate school as much as she does, but I’m starting to rethink things as I get a little older. As much as I appreciate this job, I don’t want to be mopping up jizz when I’m a grandma. If I have kids I mean, I’m still not convinced I’m a breeder.
    Education is a scary prospect though, given my history. I never did graduate from high school, but if I want to go into anything at all I’ll need it, so I’ve been studying for my GED. That’s right, I know I’m pathetic, studying for my GED in the middle of a sex shop, hiding it from Eva and running from my feelings for Hush. I’m an enigma wrapped in a mystery all bundled up in a box of fucking fail. In spite of my near photographic memory, I’m sure I’ll fail, but I’ll find out soon enough. I take the test in four weeks.
    Tonight however, I can’t read a fucking thing. The characters on the page swim in front of me, my brain has been taken hostage by my pussy and I am trying to come up with the best reply to Hush that the world has ever known.
    Failing. Again.
    Fuck. What do I say to the perfect punk who kicked the door to my heart off its hinges and is lying to me about something?
    I sit and ponder this, ring in this perv’s dildo purchase, and finally grab my phone.
    I type, “Hey, how about soon?”
    It’s short, not so sweet and betrays my pussy’s throbbing need for his cock.
    Immediately my phone buzzes. “There you are, babe. How about now?”
    I read it a few times to make sure I’m seeing this. Perfect Disney prince wants me now, and fuck yes, I want him too.
    “Excuse me, do you have any larger jars of Anal Bliss lube?” A well-dressed lawyer type rudely interrupts me. He has a dog collar around his neck and looks like he’s in for a wild Sunday night.
    “Yeah, on the same rack you found that, but we keep it on the bottom,” I snicker, he laughs and walks to the back of the store.
    I think for a moment and reply to Hush: “at work, u?”
    Instant response again: “Jerking it thinking about u babe. ;) where you work?”
    I type: “Sex shop on Granville.”
    “The Kitten?” Oh shit, this guy knows his stuff.
    “No.”
    “The Pink Box?” Oh yuck, he really knows his stuff. I wonder if he has ever been a customer in here, not while I’ve been on shift, I would have remembered him.
    “No.” I’m not going to make it easy for him.
    “The Drake.” Uh, that’s a strip club. I’m oddly flattered that he thinks I might be a dancer.
    “No.”
    “The Pussy Willow.” Shit, I knew it was a