“Burn Bitch Burn”

Melissa stood behind the small counter of the womens’ department, trying to slap some since into an unruly cash register. She had been working in the department for a little over a year after Angela, a fellow employee complained that she shouldn’t work in the misses’ department because she was too “fat.” The manager agreed and told Melissa that she would be better off selling the “fat clothes” and placed her in the womens’ department the next day. Although, she had never before been considered fat, and she wasn’t self conscious about it, she felt insulted enough to have the manager reported about the comment, and he was subsequently transferred to a store in another state. She was disappointed that nothing happened to Angela, but let it go because they didn't have to work in the same department anymore.

After the first 6 months of working in the small, cramped, out-of-the-way department, it became clear that the clothes they were selling were boring, outdated, and very ugly, so she began her own research into finding clothing lines that made fashionable, trendy clothing in sizes over 18. The regional manager was so impressed that he made her in charge of purchasing, and since that time, the womens’ department has become a very popular area in the store.

At least until today, that is. It wasn’t that she needed the cash register, it was Sunday afternoon, which is the slowest day of the week, but she knew that she needed to fix it, at least before Monday. She ran into the back to find a screwdriver when Mandy came in from misses’ clothing, laughing.

“Still isn’t working huh?” she asked.

“Yeah, and I’m about to throw it out the window!”

“You want me to go down to hardware and get a tool kit?”

“No, its ok, I’ve done this before, I just have to unscrew the side and reconnect a wire. I just wish they would get me another one instead.”

“They might if you tell them that the money is trapped inside.”

“I have told them that, they just tell me to pry it open.” Melissa sighed, thumbing through the drawers for the screwdriver.

“I saw your Mode magazine out on the counter, are you going to try out for the Lane Bryant modeling contract?” Mandy asked.

“No….I don’t think I would be pretty enough for that.”

“Look, don’t let the Plastic Princess bother you. I heard her making fun of you earlier, she’s ignorant and self centered, you cant let her hurt you.” Mandy insisted.

“That’s not it, Angela doesn’t bother me. I just wonder if I’m good enough, if I would measure up to it, all of those women are beautiful, and I’m, well, plain.”

“There are many adjectives to describe you girl, and none of them are ‘plain’.”

Melissa smiled, “Thanks. I may think about it.”

“Well, good luck, I’m going to lunch, see you in about an hour, if you cant get it fixed, just walk over and use mine, ok?”

“Ok, thanks! See you in an hour.”

After finally finding the elusive screwdriver, she went back to the counter and began to fix the cash register again. She was so involved that she didn't even notice that someone had come in. It was a man, and his tall frame and dark hair made him stick out like a sore thumb.

He browsed the aisles while checking out the attractive saleslady who seemed to be quite involved with a broken cash register. As he made his way around the department, he peered around so he could get a full view of the woman’s body. She was dressed in a long rayon tank dress that went to her ankles and gently hugged her soft round hips. He noticed that when she bent over, the slit in her dress would open up slightly, giving him full view of her long legs, making him grin broadly. Getting the intense urge to get to know her better, he made his way over to the counter, just as Melissa was finishing up with her repair work.

“Uhummm” he said, clearing his throat. She looked up at him with surprise, and recognized him immediately as Gene Simmons. “May I help you Sir?” she asked.

“Sorry to bother you, Mrs….”

“Its Miss….Barrington, Melissa, can I help you find something?”

“Thank you. I’m looking for a gift, for my mother, its her birthday this weekend and she is visiting me from Long Island. She has been to this store in the past and was impressed by the dressing gowns she saw and she asked me to purchase her one. Problem is, I’m not sure exactly what that is, is it a robe or what?” asked Gene.

“Yes, typically, it’s a gown and robe combination. We have several lovely ones, follow me….” Said Melissa, walking towards the back wall of the department. Gene followed, staying just far enough back to watch her walk. It didn't take long for her to notice she was being checked out. Grinning to herself, she continued along, but hoping he wouldn’t stop.

“Here we are….we have several nice colors, what size does your mother wear?” she asked.

“Humm, she wears an 18/20 in dresses.” He said, coming closer to her.

“Well….” She said, her back to him and pretending to be unaware of his obvious advances. “Here is a nice pink one, does she like pink?” she asked, turning back around and finding him standing right behind her, his tall frame now towering over her. She loved the attention, but had to continue with her work.

“She loves pink, but her favorite color is light purple, like that one up there.” he said, pointing to one that was on the top shelf. He knew she couldn’t reach it, so he leaned over her and got it down and handed it to her. “Thanks…” she said.

“Umm, he said, looking at the garment closely, “I’m not sure how it will look on her, could you possibly try it on for me to see?” he asked, not pulling any punches. Melissa giggled. “Even if I did, I don’t think I would look anything like your mother.” She said.

Gene stroked her cheek lightly, “That’s what I’m betting on…” he said, making her immediately blush.

“As tempting as that sounds, I cant leave the department unattended, you know, in case someone comes in.” she said, trying to be polite, but she was very disappointed. Gene wasn’t going to give up so easily.

“Well, its lovely, I’ll take it.” He said, smiling as he followed her back up to the counter.

“Nice choice, it’s a very nice gown, I think she’ll love it. Now, hold your breath and hope this cash register works.” She laughed, starting it up. She let out a breath of relief when it began working. She took his credit card, scanned it, and completed the purchase. “Is there anything else I can get you?” she asked.

“Yes, in fact, there is…” he said, grinning again. His smile made her insides melt.

“Fine, what is it?”

“You, on this counter.” He said, leaning forward and capturing her in a long, deep kiss. Fear, panic and fire ran though her brain all at the same time. His long tongue jammed deep into her mouth, enclosing itself around her own.

“We cant, not here….” She said, half serious, half laughing. “What if customers come in?”

Gene walked back behind the counter and stood behind Melissa, his hands beginning to explore those glorious curves that caught his eye when he first saw her. No sooner did she begin to get into his affections when she spotted two women coming into the department.

“I have customers, you have to get out of here, go in the back or something.” She said, trying to hurry him out before he was spotted.

“Oh, no love…you're not getting rid of me that easily..I’m busy.” He said, slowly kneeling down behind the counter, now completely hidden from view. He ran his hand up her dress and over her silken thighs, making her squirm, but she couldn’t do anything. It was the most frustrating and most exhilarating feelings of her life.

When his hand reached the top, he stopped just short of her throbbing wetness, knowing that it begged to be touched, but he wasn’t ready for that just yet, she needed to be teased just a little longer. Spreading her legs just a bit more, he started kissing the inside of her thighs, feeling her shiver as she tried to keep her composure. She bowed her head, and gripped the side of the counter, while biting her lip to keep herself from screaming out and totally embarrassing the both of them.

“How does that feel?” Gene asked from under the counter.

“Oh god…..” was all she could whisper.

When she looked up, she panicked when she spotted the customers heading her way with some items of clothing. Working quickly, she came up with a plan.

“Are you ready to check out?” she asked. They nodded.

“This cash register is not working, but the misses’ department will check you out.” She said, as pleasantly as she could, but her voice kept cracking, which only made Gene continue on his task. The ladies nodded and left to make their purchase.

She closed her eyes and let out her breath, lavishing in the feel of his strong hands running over her wanting body. Not able to stand it anymore, she turned, grabbed him by the hand and took him into the backroom, slamming the door.

Gene’s eyes widened as she stood with her back against the door, his mind now taking in the full beauty of her hot body. He approached her, taking her in his arms and kissing her again, this time with even more passion than the last. She turned him around, smiling as she pushed him up against the door, and knelt down to unbuckle his jeans, letting her hand gradually slip inside, stroking the arousing hardness that lay beneath. Gene closed his eyes, thoroughly enjoying the attention he is now receiving from this gorgeous woman. She stood up and went over to the back table, running her hand over it and sending the contents to the floor with a resounding crash before sitting herself down on it. Gene growled with desire as he went over to her, and sliding off her underwear, knowing she didn't have much time to spare. He stood back up and grabbed her hips, thrusting his massiveness inside her, making her cry out for a moment before moaning deeply and holding onto him for dear life. He carefully unzipped her dress and raised it over her head and threw it to the side before laying her down on the table. He ran his hands over her smooth stomach and up to her breasts, which he caressed through her bra. She couldn’t take that so she lifted it up so he could have full access to her erect nipples, and he took one in his mouth and hungrily sucked on it. She arched her back and thrust her hips up against him, begging him to go even deeper inside her depths. It wasn’t long before her climax exploded, and she surprised herself with the thundering sound her own voice made. Gene pulled her up to him and buried his face in her neck before letting his own climax erupt. They held each other for a moment before reality set in and Melissa knew she would have to go back to work, or risk being caught and fired. Silently, he got himself together before helping her zip her dress. He kissed the back of her neck lovingly, which made her smile.

“I guess I should get back outside…” she said, sadly. Gene took her hand.

“You're a beautiful woman.” He said, opening the door for her. By her demeanor, he could tell she thought he was fooling her. “You don’t believe me?”

“Its not that…its just that I don’t get told that too often.”

“I don’t say anything I don’t mean. Beautiful women come in all sizes and shapes, so don’t let anyone make you think you aren’t hot, because you are.”

Melissa smiled with gratefulness, “Thanks, its nice of you to say. I saw in Mode magazine where they were looking for Lane Bryant models, I thought about trying out for it, but….”

“Why don’t you?” Gene asked, coming out to the counter with her.

“You think I should? Do you think I have a chance?” she asked with surprise.

“Of course you do! You’ll never know unless you give it a shot, you don’t have anything to lose, besides, you already have one person in your cheering section.” He said, grinning cheerily, making her laugh.

“Well, I might just do it then, thanks for the encouragement….and for, you know….” She giggled, handing him the bag with the gown in it. He leaned over and kissed her again, “Good luck love…..” he said, before walking out the door, leaving Melissa in total contentment and full of renewed inspiration.

She grabbed her Mode magazine and looked for the entry form when Mandy came in, looking completely satisfied with herself.

“Where were you?” she asked nosily.

“I don’t know what you mean…”

“I came in here earlier and you were no where to be found, what happened?”

Melissa tried to conceal her embarrassment, but Mandy saw right through it. “You were in the backroom with HIM, weren’t you?”

“What? How did you….?” Melissa asked with total shock.

Mandy smiled, “He came in for a gown for his mother, right?”

“Yeah, but that….” Melissa started to say.

“His mother wears a size 14. He purchased a gown in here earlier, and I knew how much of a fan you were. Well, the Plastic Princess was all over him, but he ignored her, and she went away. I told him about you and how beautiful you were, so he said he would stop by and say hello….well, the way he said hello, I knew he wasn’t going to be making small talk.”

Melissa lit up like a firefly, “You SENT him here to me?”

“Yes, I did.”

“Sent who?” came a voice from behind them, it was Angela, just as plastic as ever.

“No one, forget it.” Said Mandy, irritated.

“Uh, are you still wanting to enter this contest Melissa?” Angela asked, looking at the magazine. Like I said earlier, you aren’t qualified…they are looking for good looking women.”

Melissa had just about enough, and decided now was the time to put her in her place. “Well, bitch, if that’s the case, then I just wouldn’t have just spent the past half hour getting my brains fucked out by Gene Simmons in the back room would I???!!!!!!” she screamed just loud enough for Angela to get an ear full. Mandy dropped the magazine and started laughing at Angela’s shocked expression.

“You wha……you and Gene…..? I cant believe it!” said Angela, not able to form an intelligent sentence, which made it even more funny. “But you're…you're…”

“I’m beautiful….and don’t ever forget it, now get the hell out of the womens’ department, you don’t belong here. Why don’t you go and eat something for heaven’s sake!?!” Melissa shouted again. Humiliated, Angela walked out, the sounds of their laughter still ringing in her ears.

“Well, Happy Birthday, or Merry Christmas, or whatever…” Mandy said, still laughing. “Did you like your gift?”

“Oh my God! Thank you so much!” she exclaimed, hugging her tightly. “He was just what I needed.” She laughed, now more than happy to get back to work.

*****************The End*****************