KinkySubGirl
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Ashley walked from the bus stop to the comic book shop, looking up at the sign with a smirk. She couldn't believe she had actually landed a job here, of all places! She liked comics, science fiction, fantasy, and some other nerdy things, but didn't have the deep knowledge of them that many of her friends did. But despite that, she had somehow gotten the coveted job as a cashier at (Insert comic book shop name here)! She didn't know how she'd gotten so lucky, but she also wasn't going to question it.
Ashley walked up to the door, dressed in a tight black t-shirt with a Star Wars logo on it. She wore some tight khaki pants that rode low on her hips, revealing a sliver of her stomach, and had straightened her long, blond hair this morning.
During the interview, her boss had asked that she wear heels to work. This seemed a little weird for a comic book shop, but she had done as she was asked, wearing strappy 5-inch black heels on her first day.
Ashley walked in, looking around at the slightly musty shop. It was called a comic book store, but about half of the space was dominated by cheap, plastic game tables, where college-and-older men were playing card games and table top games. She did not immediately see her boss, so she walked over and started looking at a pile of unsorted comic book purchases.
Without even thinking about it much, she got into the rhythm, organizing the comics by title, then chronologically. Her hips swayed and she began singing along with the pop song playing on the radio.
Ashley walked up to the door, dressed in a tight black t-shirt with a Star Wars logo on it. She wore some tight khaki pants that rode low on her hips, revealing a sliver of her stomach, and had straightened her long, blond hair this morning.
During the interview, her boss had asked that she wear heels to work. This seemed a little weird for a comic book shop, but she had done as she was asked, wearing strappy 5-inch black heels on her first day.
Ashley walked in, looking around at the slightly musty shop. It was called a comic book store, but about half of the space was dominated by cheap, plastic game tables, where college-and-older men were playing card games and table top games. She did not immediately see her boss, so she walked over and started looking at a pile of unsorted comic book purchases.
Without even thinking about it much, she got into the rhythm, organizing the comics by title, then chronologically. Her hips swayed and she began singing along with the pop song playing on the radio.
