The only real problem with the store was the help. The majority of the cashiers and stock people were high school students, as it was easy work and we could pay them minimum wage. From a economics stand point, it seemed like a great idea. From a sales and management perspective, it was a nightmare, with the majority of the kids being a pain in the ass. It was difficult dealing with these kids on occasion, but it also turned into the best benefit.

As store manager, I had to make the final decision on most major issues. I had a manual and corporate guide to refer to, but I was the decision man when it came down to the brass tacks. The kids were not really all that bad, they were just teenagers. They ranged from 16 - 18 years old, and they all had that "teenager attitude." They would rather hang out with each other than work, or they would sit at the cash register and talk on the phone all day, regardless of the people in line. I was not too strict on them, and things went fairly smoothly.

As with most retail outfits, the Christmas season was the busiest of the year. Because of school, the majority of the kids could only work nights or weekends, and most of them had requested time off for vacation way in advance. Lara came in to see me to request time off, and there was no time available. Lara was one of the teen slackers, a lanky brunette who liked to wear a ton of makeup and a ton of earrings. She wore her hair tight to her head, and she gave off a real slutty impression. Not the ideal type of employee, but she got her job done. She had forgotten to put in for her Christmas time off, and I had already scheduled her to work.

"But Mr. Middleton, I was going to take a vacation with my family," she protested to me when I told her that I could not give her any time off. "It is not fair. The other kids are getting vacation time."

"Lara, the other kids all asked earlier," I told her, my arms crossed across my chest. "I would like to help you out, but we are short staffed as it is. I really do not see anyway out of this."

"But my parents want to take me away," she cried to me, wailing like a little girl. "There has to be some way that you can give me time off." She pleaded with me, and I was tempted to give in, but it would mean that I would have to work overtime, and that I would have to man a cash register during a holiday weekend.

"I am sorry Lara, but there is nothing that I can do." She slumped her shoulders and pouted at me as I made my final decision, and she sulked out the door. I pushed it out of my head and focused on the monthly reports that I had to do, and life returned to normalcy. I felt bad for the kid, but I was running a business here. Two days later she came back to my office at closing time.

"Hi Mr. Middleton," she said to me simply. "How are you?"

"I am fine Lara," I responded as I packed up my briefcase, not really paying attention to her. "What can I do for you."

"Well, I wanted to see if you had changed your mind about my time off," she said in a sultry voice that made me lift my head and look at her. I almost gasped as I saw her. She was decked out in a tight, mid-thigh mini skirt, and a button down sweater that was partially open at the top. The ridge of her breasts was clearly visible, and it did not look like she was wearing a bra.

"What do you want to talk about?" I told her, trying to remain clam and in control. "I explained that there was no time available, and that you waited too long." I turned my focus back to my briefcase, randomly stuffing papers into it, and trying to keep my focus off of the hot body that was standing just inside my door.

"I thought that maybe we could make a compromise," she whispered to me in that sultry voice. Her words wrapped around my balls and sent sparks shooting up my cock, signaling an erection to soon follow. "I was hoping that we could talk about it and see if there was some way that I could get that time off."

Now I had noticed that some of the girls were hot and that they were cute, but I also knew that if I touched any of them that I could lose my job and I could probably end up in jail. The idea of fucking these hot little things had crossed my mind before, but it was never anything serious. As she walked over to my desk her hands started to unbutton the sweater that she had on......(cont)