Cinderella - Sex Stories

Cinderella

There’s no way in hell I’ll get time off for it. Even the poster seemed classier than Emma ever imagined herself being. A stylish monochrome couple dancing in soft-focus, a starry sky - no doubt more expensive stars than those currently shining over Nowheresville, The Nothing State. The words smaller than usual; they didn't have to shout. They whispered; The Black and White Ball . In the corner, as if an afterthought; Alex Kane is waiting . Emma gulped. The mere thought of Alex Kane waiting for her in any capacity made her clutch her broom a little harder. I know he’d treat me like shit if he even knew who I was, but… she thought of those green eyes, currently sparkling out of a thousand cinema screens. A girl can dream, can’t she? “Emma! Put that damn broom to use or I swear to God I’ll write you up.” Apparently not . Emma jumped to attention, moving the broom mechanically back and forth, all thoughts of Alex Kane replaces with ways of getting even with Brianna, Assistant Manager and Toxic Bitch From Hell’s Own Fire Lake. “Was someone wasting time thinking about a party?” Oh good. You’re in a playful mood . Emma pretended to smile, made noncommittal sounds. Brianna leaned against the counter, yawned. “Do you really think you've earned it?” Well, Brianna. I work double shifts when I’m not in college or looking after my mom. Your daddy got you this job, you can barely spell and it’s difficult to imagine you ever having a mother. Do you think you've earned the right to be ...

... such a fucking bitch? Emma opened her mouth, determined to say it - and then a pile of her mother’s medical bills was swaying in front of her eyes. She closed her mouth with a resolute snap. No. You do not get to fire me. Brianna smiled; a predator sensing weakness. “It’s going to be an awesome night,” she said, looking at the poster. “ I've already got my outfit ready - a little more than I was going to spend, but… daddy loves me.” She giggled; Emma felt her mended clothes burn against her skin. “And it’ll be good to see Alex again.” “You-you know Alex Kane?” Emma couldn't control it; it slipped out. Brianna’s smile grew wider. “Oh, we’re old friends. More… well. More old flames, really.” She snickered. “He was at Anderson High, you know. Only three months, before he got his big break, but three months was enough.” “If he was at Anderson High, I’d remember.” Emma tried to keep her tone neutral; it didn't work. Brianna’s gaze flicked back to Emma. “Well that’s not quite true, is it.” The words dripped with false sympathy, with sweetness. “You did have that little… leave of absence.” Emma bent her head, began to sweep furiously. Brianna was right, horribly, venomously right, and for fear of punching that smug little rat-like face Emma swept harder and harder, watching the floor, trying to fight the flashbacks to that small white room and doctors speaking too quietly. It worked, for a while. It worked until the other servers had gone, until even Brianna clocked off with a shrug. ...