The Cashier Summoned Me at Ten to Collect Payment

It was during the pandemic, one of those afternoons when any excuse was enough to get out of the house. I was on my way to Lucía’s apartment when I stopped at a small supermarket whose name I’m not going to mention, because the city is small and everyone knows everyone here. I went in for four little things and came out with a story I still find hard to believe happened to me.

There was a woman at the checkout whom I eventually came to call Mara. I’m not quite sure how it started, but between taking my payment and giving me my change, she reached across the counter and fondled me, felt the bulge in my trousers with such brazenness that it left me speechless, and before I could react, whispered in my ear that I should come back another day at ten at night, when it was her turn to close up. She said she’d suck me better than any young girl I’d ever known.

She said it just like that, without batting an eyelid, while handing my coins back as though she were counting out my change.

It took me four nights to run into her again.

I went every day at quarter to ten to see whether she was the one closing up. I arrived horny and eager, and the truth was, I had reason to be. That woman promised something serious. From the way she had grabbed me, from the confidence in her fingers, I knew right away that she knew exactly what she was doing. Her attitude had a mixture of annoyance, anger, and defiance that turned me on more than I was willing to admit.

I went on Monday, Tuesday, and Wednesday. On Thursday, at last, I saw her behind the register, with her bored expression and long-shift face.

A shiver ran through me from head to toe as soon as I recognized her.

I went inside. There was hardly anyone there.

—We’re closing in ten minutes, she said without looking up.

—Don’t worry, I’ll be quick.

Then she did look at me, and half a smile escaped her as she continued scanning products. I picked up four things I needed for home, although anticipation kept me from thinking clearly, and I was already starting to feel myself straining inside my trousers. I knew what was coming—or at least I thought I did.

I went down an aisle to kill time. When ten o’clock came, I was the only customer left. She switched off all the lights except those by the entrance, and I slowly approached the register.

—Hello, handsome, she said.

She lowered her gaze to my crotch, which by then was no longer hiding anything.

—Have you been stealing again? she asked.

—Well, I’m not sure, to be honest.

—You’re not? Look, we have two options. I can frisk you, or I can call the police.

—No, for God’s sake, don’t call anyone. Frisk me if you have to.

She didn’t charge me for anything. She looked at me over a perfectly ordinary pair of glasses, with eyes that were anything but ordinary.

—Come with me, thief.

—I’ll do anything to prove my innocence.

***

I followed her to a small office at the back of the store. I went in and remained standing in the middle while she closed the door behind me. Her hands began moving over my back and chest as she slowly circled me, like someone examining what she was about to buy.

—You’re a real treat. Do you honestly think you can steal right in front of me just because you’re handsome?

Her hand went straight to my crotch and squeezed hard. She spoke with her mouth pressed against my jaw. I imagine she would have liked to whisper in my ear, but she was considerably shorter than me and couldn’t reach.

She didn’t ease the pressure as she slowly licked my neck.

—Mmm… were you planning to leave without paying for what you’re taking?

—The thing is, I don’t have any money on me. I thought maybe I could pay you another way.

I decided to play along, because the fantasy she had created was driving me crazy. The way she had grabbed me had finished getting me completely hard. I loved the way she touched me with that sort of resentment.

—Oh, really? And what do you think? That because you’re hot, you can come in here and pay me with this?

She let go for a moment, then immediately slipped her hand back inside, squeezing and releasing, then moving down toward my testicles, which she felt with a gentleness that contrasted with everything else. A moan escaped me involuntarily.

—So soft. You planned this ahead of time, didn’t you? “I’ll make myself look good and see if the stupid cashier lets me leave without paying.”

—I thought you’d like it, I said.

—You’re in luck. I love it. And you’re even luckier, because good-looking guys drive me crazy.

Her hand left my testicles and returned to my cock, which she began to masturbate slowly with a very firm grip. I looked down and saw her small hand trying to encompass something that kept slipping free, but she persisted.

—You don’t have any money, so you’re going to pay with this.

—If there’s no other way…

—No, there isn’t.

My heart was pounding. I’m usually the one in control, but that woman was so hungry that she disarmed me. She kept biting her lip and moaning softly as she squeezed me.

—It’s enormous… I’m going to turn purple.

***

She dropped to her knees and, without taking her eyes off mine, stuck out her whole tongue and ran it slowly from bottom to top. Her other hand moved up to my ass and began caressing and squeezing it.

—I love it. Your ass is hard too. Mmm…

And at last she took me into her mouth.

I don’t know what the hell she was doing with her tongue, but the sensation was brutal. Her mouth moved slowly, back and forth, while the tip of her tongue caressed exactly where it needed to.

—Fuck, Mara…

My hand instinctively went to her head, but she slapped it away.

—I’m not just anyone you can grab by the hair and use. I’m in charge here, and this cock is mine.

She took me into her mouth again, this time violently, and began sucking with greater intensity. That defiant woman sucked as though she’d spent her whole life practicing. She knew exactly what she was doing.

Her other hand stopped squeezing my ass and joined in, as if she wanted to tear my cock right off my body. She sucked me with both hands without taking her eyes off me. My pelvis followed the motion while I braced one hand against the door and the other on a filing cabinet. With that intensity, I needed to hold on to something or I would have hit the floor. I’d been sucked eagerly many times, but never with eagerness and anger combined.

She pulled me out and began slapping me against her tongue. She was enjoying herself like a madwoman.

—You like it, huh?

I didn’t say anything. I only watched her and panted with my mouth open while the smack of flesh against her tongue filled the room. She spat a couple of times and kept going, now with that mixture of saliva, mouth, and hand that sounded almost like music.

Hold on. Let her earn what she’s collecting.

I took a couple of deep breaths while she watched me. Then she stopped abruptly.

—Is that it? You’re not going to come so soon…

—No, no, I’m fine. Keep collecting whatever you have to collect.

—Good boy.

***

She winked at me and went back to work, now making exaggerated sucking noises as she pulled me out and took me in more slowly. She withdrew to breathe and panted while vigorously jerking me off.

—It’s the biggest one I’ve ever had in my mouth. But it can’t beat me.

—Then prove it.

She spat again while masturbating me, saliva dripping onto the floor. She focused her hand on the tip. I had to breathe very deeply not to finish right there, because she was working me in a way that bordered on unbearable.

She saw me endure it, holding back what she was doing to me, and her gaze lit up even more. My resistance struck at her pride.

—Let’s see if you can take this, handsome.

She opened a drawer and took out a bottle of lubricant and a condom. I wondered what kind of person kept those things in a supermarket office. The answer was obvious: someone who had done this before. She let go of my cock but kept sucking, never taking her eyes off me.

—Mmm, you do that so well.

She moaned as she sucked me with an unhurried rhythm, taking me deeper each time. It was difficult for her, but she persisted.

Then I understood what the condom was for.

She covered one finger with it and applied an excessive amount of lubricant. Slowly, she brought it around back. No one had ever done anything like that to me, and in any other situation I would have refused outright, but there was something about that woman that deactivated all my defenses.

Her drenched fingers brushed my entrance. I couldn’t hide my surprise.

—Relax, sweetheart. This will make you fall in love with me.

She kept sucking with one hand while the other slowly worked its way in. My first instinct was to clench up completely, but I remembered something a coworker had once told me: that a girlfriend of his had done the same thing to him and he had come instantly, and that the sensation had been incredible.

The worst decisions make the best stories.

I prayed to every saint I knew and relaxed. Her finger slid in effortlessly and touched something—I have no idea what. Suddenly an utterly extraordinary charge ran through my entire body. Without thinking, I grabbed her by the nape and shouted.

—Fuck, I’m coming, I’m coming!

***

I felt everything shoot straight into that cashier’s throat. She had taken more than half of me into her mouth. She swallowed without stopping her head, moving it slowly back and forth. I swear I had never come that much in my life. I didn’t even notice when she pulled her finger out.

When I was finished, she licked me from top to bottom so she wouldn’t leave a trace.

I was still trying to understand what had happened, but down below, things weren’t letting up. I was still hard, refusing to surrender, and she didn’t stop sucking.

—It’s not going down, she said. Do you want more?

I felt empty, but she was right.

—You drained me dry, and it still won’t go down.

—Then fuck me a little. I’m soaking wet.

She stood up. I turned her around and pushed her against the table. I pulled down her trousers, revealing a pert ass in a black thong.

—Put it in, and don’t worry—I’m covered.

I was hard, so I pushed inside her. It went in without a problem; she was completely wet. I grabbed her by the neck and began pounding her like an animal.

She clung to the table with both hands as a steady succession of moans escaped her. I slapped her ass and she moaned louder. I kept pounding her, now eager to give something back for everything she had made me endure. The sound of flesh striking flesh grew louder and louder in that empty office.

I watched my cock going in and out, wondering how long I would last at that pace. But she was the one who didn’t last long. After a few minutes, she began screaming in a way that bounced off the walls. When her long orgasm finally ended, she put a hand on my hip to push me away.

—Stop, stop, she panted.

I pulled away and wiped myself with some tissues that were lying around. As I got dressed, I saw the camera in the corner of the office.

***

—What’s that? I asked.

—A camera.

—You’ve got to be kidding me. Is this recorded?

—Yes, but don’t worry. No one reviews the recordings unless there’s a problem.

—Fuck, I hope not.

—Although they’ll probably review them tomorrow.

The thought made my blood run cold, but right afterward I felt that delicious shiver again.

—They’re going to see you sucking me?

—That’s the idea. The manager is my husband.

That really frightened me. The city was small, and sooner or later I would run into the man.

—Are you crazy?

—Don’t worry. It’s my revenge. I know the bastard is sleeping with the girl who looks after our children.

—Yeah, but I’m the one who gets hurt.

—Not at all. I’m going to destroy his pride, but neither of us is going to go around telling people about it.

I stood there thinking. As revenge, it wasn’t a bad idea, to be honest. My only concern—ridiculous in light of everything that had happened—was that she wouldn’t suck me again.

—All right. I won’t complain, I won’t say anything, and I won’t make a scene. But I want a copy of that video.

She raised an eyebrow.

—What for?

—Because I’m going to remember this for a long time. No one’s ever sucked me like that.

She burst out laughing.

—Thanks, sweetheart. I wish my idiot husband had said something like that one of the times I sucked him. I’ll send it to you tomorrow before I show it to my future ex.

—Thanks.

I gave her my email address. When I went to say goodbye, she kissed me on the lips.

—You know something? It’s the best one I’ve ever had in my life. If you want, we can do it again another day.

—I’ll hold you to that.

I kissed her back, slapped her ass, and left.

***

We did it a couple more times. I enjoyed the best sex I’ve ever had, and, for reasons I still don’t understand, the two of them ended up reconciling. Although, if I’m being honest, I would have reconciled with her too if I were in his place. Some things make you rethink everything.

Every now and then, on days when I’m feeling low, I remember those nights in the supermarket office. They always lift my spirits. The problem is, the one down below has a good memory too, and it perks right up.