Bobbi's and Terry Part 1

Most of the people Bobbi's age knew about old man Warner.  He gave them the creeps, always looking and staring, but he was always eager to give out jobs at his hardware store.  It might have been because most people would quit after a short time working for him, so he always needed new people.  In addition to being creepy, he was also a huge asshole, making racist and sexist jokes.

Bobbi had needed a job back when he was still Bobby and old man Warner hired him on the spot.  Old man Warner would smile when a customer was there, but as soon as the door closed he'd talk about them saying horrible things or start yelling at the employees.

Bobby hated working there, but needed the money.  Old man Warner knew this and would be extra mean to poor Bobby because he knew he'd never quit.  He'd make Bobby work in the hot warehouse at mid day when the same work could have been done later when it was much cooler in there.  "Bobby, why don't you take off your shirt?", ew, sick old pervert!

After Bobby became Bobbi and had gotten all that money working at Mr J's poker nights, she didn't have to work at old man Warner's any more.  When old man Warner saw the new Bobbi, he begged her to stay, offering a huge raise.  Bobbi turned it down at first, but the second offer was too good, that and the fact that hunky Terry was now working there too.  She decided that the old fuck should at least pay out and that would be some sort of punishment for having been such a prick to so many people all those years.  Bobbi decided to tease the mean old fuck too.

Now that Bobbi was so feminine and delicate, you'd have thought old man Warner would have treated hur nicer, but that was not what happened.

Bobbi, you're working in the warehouse today.

Bobbi didn't want to give him the satisfaction of hearing hur beg, so she just went out to the hot shed and started working.  Soon her t shirt was getting sweaty.  She could feel his creepy eyes watching hur, and then she noticed him looking at hur through the window.  When he saw hur look, he tried to pretend he was doing something out there.

Later, old man Warner came in and had an ice cold bottled water in his hand.  He opened it and began to drink it.  Then after he'd slobbered all over the top, he offered it to Bobbi.  "Here, want a sip?".

No thank you Mr Warner, Bobbi smiled sweetly, rejecting his disgusting offer.

Well, you know where the water is if you want one.

The water was not free, the cheap old fuck had a drink machine that he charged the employees to get drinks from.

Later old man Warner came in again and this time he pretended to spill his water on Bobbi's little A cup breasts.  "Oops, sorry Bobbi" he said as his decrepit hands brushed the water from her chest trying to cop a feel.  "Oh what a nice shirt".

Bobbi wasn't sure this was worth it at all.  That is until Terry walked in while on his break.  Old man Warner had purposely made Terry work on the other side of the store so he couldn't talk to Bobbi, but he couldn't really say anything about where he took his breaks.

Bobbi perked up as soon as she saw him.  He'd bought hur a water from the machine. His big strong hand reached out and handed the drink to Bobbi, "Thought you might be thirsty out here, it's hot, must be 100 degrees, I know how hot it can get in here."

"Oh yes, it's very hot Terry, thank you, you're such a gentleman."  Bobbi said with a smile.

So what's old man Warner got you doing out here anyway?

He wants me to stack these crates on that side over there.  Gosh, there must be like a million of them.

What?  That's weird, he just had me stack them where you're taking them from last week.

Really?  Hmm, weird.  I guess he has his reasons.

So, Bobbi, I was kind of thinking, um, if you're not busy, um.

It was so cute because big strong Terry was so scared to talk to tiny little Bobbi.  He was blushing.

Bobbi pretended not to know what was happening.  "Hmm, what?"

Oh, um I was just, well, I mean, I was just wondering if you're not busy, maybe we"

What?  I don't understand?

I just wanted to know if you might want to maybe see a movie or something sometime.

Oh, I like movies Terry, but Daddy says I shouldn't go to movies with naughty boys because they might try something.

Oh, I didn't mean it like that, I mean, I wouldn't, I mean.

Bobbi laughed, "Silly, I was just teasing you, I know you'd be a perfect gentleman, wouldn't you?"

Oh, uh, ha, Yeah I mean, of course I would.  I know how to treat a lady right.

Oh I just bet you do!  Bobbi said while giving a coy yet devilish smile.

Just then old man Warner appeared from somewhere.  The old geezer must have been watching from the corner.

He clapped his hands rudely and loud, "Breaks over boy, get back to work!"  "You too" he said pointing at Bobbi, "before I dock your pay!"

I'll see ya later Bobbi.

OK Terry, bye for now.