Barb's Burger Joint

A Novel by J.K. Ermon (jokermon)

Chapter 5 - Debbie versus The Burger Joint

This is a work of erotic fantasy fiction for the entertainment of adults only. Everything in it is imaginary and none of it represents any real-life people, events or medical conditions. Regardless of age depicted, all characters in sexual situations are 18+. It contains explicit futanari (hermaphrodite) content. If that's not your bag, don't read it. If reading this type of material is illegal where you reside due to your age or whatever, don't read it. Do not repost without permission. This story is copyright the author©2015

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Author's note: set in the Comet Seahag Universe.

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A few weeks later, I was still thinking it over. Hard.

I definitely wasn't going to ditch college--my family would crucify me--but I was giving serious thought to taking what they call a gap year nowadays. I wanted to see what life was like on the other side of the labyrinth. I wanted to spend some time in the land of good money and unchallenging sex.

I came in for a Friday night shift with my head full of these whirling thoughts and almost tripped over the extended legs of a petite girl sitting on a guardrail in the rear employee area parking area. She was reading a Biology textbook. Her legs were crossed at the ankle and she was wearing a pair of navy-blue Adidas jogging shorts, the kind with the three narrow white stripes up the side. She looked at me from under a Jets ball cap with very bright green eyes. At first, I thought she was a customer.

"Is your name Steven?"

I was startled. She would do that a lot. "Yes?"

She lowered her textbook and closed it. She was wearing a Rolling Stones concert T-Shirt, black with white sleeves, the one where the dangling tongue was colored like an American flag. I'd been to that show at Madison Square Gardens on their last U.S. tour. She wasn't wearing a bra and her nipples popped through the cotton. Her breasts were a little bigger than average (maybe a C or a D cup), but on her five-foot-nothing frame they really stuck out.

"Hi, I'm Debra Messner. Debbie." She held out her hand and I shook it.

"Steven Atkins."

"Nice to meetcha. I'm supposed to start today. Barb told me to see you about my uniform?"

"Oh yeah. This way."

Barb mentioned we had a new girl starting this week. Debbie was Lori's replacement's replacement. She was chatty and upbeat as I took her to the storage room where we kept all the cleaning supplies and spare uniforms. She had a really nice way about her. She actually seemed excited about her new job. I was joking along with her by the time I handed over her uniform.

The standard cashiers' outfit was a bright yellow polo shirt, snugly fitted, with theBarb's Burger Jointlogo above the right breast and a matching brown miniskirt. I was about to direct her to the girl's changing area when she grinned, turned her back to me and whipped off her Rolling Stones T-Shirt without giving me any warning.

The sudden reveal of bare skin froze me. Her back had an even tan and I caught the sides of her breasts moving as one shirt went off and the other went on. She had a surprising spread to her hips. As she bent over to drop her jogging shorts and step into the skirt, I couldn't help but notice a pair of purple cotton panties ready to burst around a disproportionately generous butt.

Skirt up and fully clothed in her Burger Joint uniform, Debbie spun around to face me with a naughty grin. She struck a pose, hands on cocked hips.

"Okay?" she asked.

I laughed and took the baseball cap off her head and handed it to her. "No hats. But yeah, you look fine."

Actually, she lookedgreat. The polo shirt clung to her bust and her nipples were just about piercing the fabric. The pleated miniskirt showed off her thoroughbred legs to devastating effect. She was a sandy brunette with the kind of short, boyish haircut that the singer Pat Benatar would later make famous.

She was so adorable I got a lump in my throat just looking at her.

As a shift boss, it fell to me to train the new hires who worked the four-till-closing shift. I had really come to hate training the new cashiers. I mean, they were pretty, but they were also whiny and inattentive.

Debra wasn't like that. When I was teaching her how to operate the registers, she paid close attention. When she didn't understand something, she didn't hesitate to ask questions. She picked things up quickly and you didn't have to repeat yourself a bunch of times. After about half-an-hour of monitored order taking, I was confident she could work unsupervised, which was a Burger Joint record.

When I counted her float at the end of the shift, I remember feeling happy that it hadn't come back short.

I hope she doesn't screw up, I thought.Be sorry to seethatone go. I then had the glum thought,especially now that I can't watch it.

True to her word, Barb had been keeping her office door shut and expected me out of the building when she fired a girl. She'd fired some really gorgeous ones recently. A lot of the excitement had gone out of my life as a result.

Barb walked up to me and asked me how the new girl did. I told her. She nodded.

"About what I expected. I almost didn't hire that one. Too bright."

"So why did you?" I asked, genuinely curious.

She shrugged. "She seemed a little...headstrong. And I'm sucker for a cute set of dimples."

I chuckled. I felt the same.

When she left that evening, Debbie waved goodbye to me and the other sweaty dudes in the kitchen, a rare acknowledgement for us. We waved back.

Murray, the douchebag who ran the Firing Pool, turned to me with a sneer and said, "Ten bucks says she won't last a week."

"I'll take that action," I said with no hesitation.

I won it.

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My shifts and Debra's started at the same time. When I drove up in my beat-up old '71 Caprice, she would already be seated on her guardrail post with her schoolwork in her lap. She was a Junior. We would talk about school and I would help her if she was working on anything math or science related. I began showing up earlier just so we could hang out longer.

It wasn't just because I found her so attractive. All of the girls who worked at Barb's were attractive. Debbie and I just clicked, somehow. I found it easy to talk to her. I could flip ideas back and forth with her as easily as with any of my male friends. I liked being around her and I missed her when was wasn't there. From the way her face would light up when she saw me and the way she'd let her breasts brush my arm when we spoke, I could tell she felt the same.

The guys in the back liked her as well, with the exception of Murray, who didn't like anyone. She would talk and laugh and joke around with us. Unlike the other girls out front, she actually had a sense of humor, and a pretty wicked one at that. She didn't think she was better than us.

Debbie had been busted for weed, like many of the girls, but that was more bad luck than any inherent delinquency. She was a little wild, as her impromptu striptease had demonstrated, but she wasn't any kind of dropout. She and I would do our homework together on our breaks. Barb was right; shewasbright. We grew close.

One night on break we were reviewing the Pythagorean Theorem. There was just something in the air between us. As we sat together, thighs barely touching, I could feel it deepen and intensify. My heart was beating fast and I knew hers was too. There was a quaver in our voices when we spoke. She looked up at me and I kissed her.

I didn't even think about it; I just did it. Her lips pushed back, moist and excited, and our textbooks tumbled to the asphalt.

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After our first week on the job together, I began driving Debbie home. A week later, I was picking her up at home and driving her to work as well. By then we were officially dating.

That was the spring the firstStar Warsmovie came out. We saw it together at the Red Bank drive-in as part of a double feature and had a great time. It was a testament to that film that it held the attention of a couple of horny and unchaperoned teenagers for two whole hours. After the credits rolled, however, our hands were all over each other. The second film was a boring family drama. Perfect.

I didn't even realize Debbie had undone my pants until I felt her hot little palm wrapped tight around my erection. I gaped down at my lap, then at her. She was grinning at me, that wild grin I was coming to recognize meant something good was coming.

"Now," she said throatily, "let's see how many strokes it takes..." and her hand began sliding up and down in a slow, tantalizing rhythm, "...to make Steviesquirt."

She sucked the insides of her cheeks to gather a mouthful of spit, then let it ooze between her puckered lips. Her eyes were diabolical. The bubbly glob slid down her chin and lowered itself to my glans on a long, slow strand. Her fingers squelched as they worked the lubrication into me. It was one of the nastiest, sexiest things I'd ever seen. Her saliva made my penis all slick and just about tripled my pleasure.

She kissed me with her wet and spitty lips. I stuck my tongue into her mouth, and she did mine. We counted aloud through a series of passionate kisses, and forty-three strokes later I let out a shrill groan and went off like a regular Fourth of July fireworks display.

I was panting and shaking by the end of it. There was sperm on the steering wheel, sperm on the dashboard, even sperm hanging from the rear-view mirror in drippy stalactites. Debbie's hand was sticky and streaked with jism to the elbow. Her eyes were wide and delighted; her mouth pursed in a silent O of wonder.

We spent the rest of the second feature in the back seat. We left early when we ran out of condoms. I knew a drug store that was open late. We bought more.

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As the spring of '77 slowly became summer, two things dominated my thoughts: Debbie, and Barb's offer. Occasionally the two issues would intersect.

One time Debbie and I were talking in my car and she was depressed because she couldn't see some band that she liked. She found herself too short of cash to go.

Just like all teenage boys masturbate, all teenage girls find money passes through their fingers like tap water.

"Goddamn, that Barb's a real cheapo," she muttered.

I couldn't really dispute that point. Barb didn't pay anyone a penny more per hour than legally required. On the other hand, she never short-changed anyone. I'd seen her do payroll (I'd done it myself a couple times) and she never once made any mistakes that I'd caught. She could even be generous with overtime, if you were willing to work late or start early. Typically, the guys were willing but the girls weren't. That never stopped them from complaining, however.

The resentful tone in her voice set off little warning bells in my head. I'd heard it from other cashiers and knew what it presaged.

I wasn't an idiot. I knew that in dating Debbie I was potentially impinging on Barb's territory. I'd been tiptoeing around the subject with my boss. So far Barb hadn't said anything about it and the issue was still up in the air.

The week before, I had walked by Barb's office end-of-shift and she was whacking off in there again. She had that familiar look on her face as she studied what I now knew were her surveillance monitors. She was sporting an extra-big erection and masturbating with a slow and thoughtful stroke.

Debbie had been working that day. I had the weird realization that Barb might very well be watching my girlfriend on her monitors and jacking off to her. Anticipating the moment when she'd have her on her knees in her office. The thought was both disturbing and arousing.

I'd always known I'd have to talk with Debbie about skimming. It looked like that time had come.

"Look," I said, then stopped. I didn't want to say too much, but I knew I had to say something. "I know, sometimes, it seems like the pay isn't much, and handling all that money all day...I know. It's tempting. But whatever you do,don't steal. You won't get away with it. Trust me on this."

She looked at me. "All the other girls do it."

"And none of them will last 'til July. Look, if you need money, I'll spot you. You can pay me back whenever. Don't take any dumb risks." My parents would skin me alive if they knew I was dipping into what they called my 'precious college savings' to help out my girlfriend, but I didn't care. My mother did not like Debbie at all. I overheard her with her bridge cronies and she always called her "Stevie's little teenybopper from the wrong side of the tracks." She never referred to Debbie by name.

I put my hand on hers. "If you need to score a lid, let me know. I can totally fix you up." I wasn't lying either. Back then, I knew at least three different guys I could get weed from, day or night. Damn, I miss the seventies sometimes. With my luck, New Jersey will probably be the last state in the union to legalize it.

She looked out the window. Her lower lip stuck out in a pouty, mulish look that both exasperated me and made me horny as hell. She did not like taking charity, especially from her boyfriend. I touched her shoulder.

"Listen. If you steal, youwillget caught. Don't do it."

She looked at me then, a piercing look that reminded how bright she really was.

"How do you know? Do the girls snitch on each other?"

I looked away then. I didn't want to lie, but I had Barb's confidence to keep.

"Something like that, yeah. I know, it looks easy, and who could possibly know, right? But things are set up so that...look, take my word for it,Barb will know." I looked her in the eye. "Debbie, do you think I'm lying to you here?"

That piercing look again. "No. No, you're not." She looked down and shrugged. "Okay, soyoubelieve what you say. But..."

She looked back up at me. "Does this have something to do with why you and Barb are always talking in her office?"

Damn, she was sharp. I shook my head. "No. That's just...business stuff. Barb wants me to take over as manager some day."

"Really? Are you? What about college?"

I sighed and shrugged. The truth was, I still hadn't made up my mind. There was a lot of money to be made, and a dizzying amount of top-shelf pussy to be had. The latter was less important to me now I was dating Debbie, but still, those two things are kryptonite to even the best-intentioned young man. I had always planned on going to Princeton and becoming an engineer, but Barb's offer had me re-evaluating all my goals.

"I don't know. But Barb's good people. She's a lot smarter than people think. There's a lot I can learn from her."

Debbie rolled her eyes. I gritted my teeth. For the first time I knew what it felt like to be an adult. I understood the frustration of trying to convey something important to a young person who just didn't want to hear it.

I closed my eyes and took a breath. "Promise me you won't do anything dumb. Just wait til next week--the other girls won't last. You'll see."

"Okay, okay, whatever."

Satisfied, I relented.

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The Burger Joint closed early the next night. Barb was having workmen come in to perform the quarterly maintenance on the grills and finally install some splash guards on the frialators. She wanted all of us out of her hair for that. I took my girlfriend out to a movie.

It was a Tuesday night, so we had almost the whole theater to ourselves. While we waited for the trailers to start, Debbie snarfed a handful of popcorn from the cardboard bucket in my lap and laid her head on my shoulder.

"So," she said, chewing noisily, "do you really think Barb has a dick, or what?"

I almost dropped the popcorn.

"Ofcourseshe does," I said. "Didn't she tell you?"

"Well,yeah, but..." She shrugged.

"Do you honestly think she'd make up something like that?"

Debbie shrugged again. "Some of the girls think she just says that to keep the boys from hitting on her. And, you know, to intimidate the girls."

I snorted, recalling how the girls typically reacted to their first look at Barb's monster dong. They did indeed look plenty intimidated. "Yeah, well. She's not making it up. I've seen it."

"Yousawit?" In a heartbeat, she was rabidly curious.

I told her about the first time I saw Barb masturbating in her office. I had yet to tell her about Barb's hidden cameras or the severance package each departing cashier got.

My relationship with Barb...well, it wasn't romantic, but it was affectionate. I felt a great deal of loyalty towards her on top of being super turned on by her. I found myself juggling my allegiances a lot that summer.

"Wow," marveled Debbie. "I mean, you hear about dickgirls, but mostly it's like something that happened a long time ago."

"In a galaxy far, far away," I completed with a chuckle.Called Kansas, I didn't add.

"I kinda want to see it, now," she said. She gave me a sly look. "I wonder if she'd show it to me if I asked her."

"I really don't recommend that," I said drily.

"Why not? I heard from one of the guys if a girl steals, Barb might look the other way for a blow-job."

Fucking Murray. I knew Debbie was just teasing me, but I needed to nip that train of thought in the bud. "Don't believe it for a second," I said.

I had a brainstorm then. I had visited my Uncle Joey's that Sunday to weed his garden. He mentioned he'd be away for the week visiting Sally in Lawrence. His house was empty.

"Do you really wanna see some naked dickgirls?" I asked her.

"Yeah!" she said with that infectious, up-for-anything grin that always made my pulse accelerate.

We left before the movie even started. It wasAirport '77and we'd already seen it twice, so we didn't miss anything.

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I found Uncle Joey's spare house key underneath the potted plant by his doorstep, where he always kept it. I let us inside.

I ran into a little snag in my uncle's office. The filing cabinet where he hid his trove of dickgirl photos was locked and the key wasn't anywhere in his desk. For a moment, I was stumped.

Debbie checked the lock on the cabinet and nodded. "I can handle it."

"Really?" I asked skeptically.

She didn't answer. Instead, she took a couple of paper clips from a tray on my uncle's blotter and carefully straightened them under his desk lamp. Then she knelt down to pick the cabinet's lock.

"You learn that at Grover Cleveland?" I snickered. GC Tech was her high school, one of the worst in New Jersey.

"Snob," she said without looking away from her task. She put on an upper-crust Harvard (Hahvud) accent. "I'll have you know at GCT, lockpicking is ahighlysought-after elective."

I laughed. She could always crack me up. Then, to my surprise, the drawer of the filing cabinet popped open with a click and a squeak.

"Impressed?" she asked with a smirk. I was, actually, and a little turned on at my girlfriend's thievery skills. I kissed the top of her head.

"You're amazing."

"I know," she said airily, and then squealed as my hands swooped down onto her ribs and tickled her. "Uncle! Stevie, uncle!"

I hugged her and gave her a resounding kiss on the cheek.

"Here we go," I said as I leaned over and took out my uncle's shoe box. "Jackpot."

We sat together at his desk and I spread the photos out in front of us. Uncle Joey had one of those huge old-fashioned wooden office chairs with squeaky wooden wheels and cherry leather padding everywhere. It was more than big enough for Debbie and I to share. She sat with her back to me and her butt pressed to my crotch.

"Oh...wow," she breathed. She thumbed a picture from the pile and laid it in front of her. I'd never seen the woman in the photo before. She was a redhead with freckled arms and pointed little tits. The photo showed her down on all fours on McGillicuddy's stage, smiling over her shoulder with her ass in the camera. Her vagina was open and wet and framed by a big red bush speckled with droplets of clear juice. Her testicles were enormous, bigger than Barb's--they made me think of baseballs--and pulled up tight to her vulva. They were smooth, like nectarines. Her penis was hard and curved up under her body. It was fat and bright reddish-pink with an uncircumcised aardvark-snout tip. It had the same feminine silkiness as the rest of her.

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