ECPM Ch. 03: Same Clothes - Sex Stories

ECPM Ch. 03: Same Clothes

... all the chemical sections. If you finish that, you can come to find me either way after your lunch break. We will go over the sections." Mark nods his head in agreement and continues to stock the cart.

An hour into stocking the cart, Mark was a little behind due to bouncing back and forth between, but he was trying his best. Steve walks down the aisle to see Mark almost done with his first cart.

"Hey, my bad, Steve," Mark says, trying to pick up the pace.

"It's all good, son; I hear you run back and forth. It reminds me of this kid who used to work here a couple of years ago, Craig. I wonder what Craig is doing right now; I thought that boy was gonna blow his head off when his girlfriend cheated on him. But don't worry about you doing good. Stock up the next one with the cart next to the bailor.

"Alright," Mark says, continuing to stock the shelves. Mark would eventually finish off the first shelves and stock up the next, picking up his speed as he caught his rhythm. Before Mark knew it, he had completed the second stocking cart. Mark thinks it is time for a lunch break as he walks to the customer service counter. Before MA can clock in, he sees Autumn attending to a customer with a large shopping cart of groceries. She pulls the mic in front of her, looking up at Mark from customer service as he stares at her. He waves at her to let her know he is coming over, but the intercom continues.

"Mark, can you please report to the front," Autumn says in the ...

... intercom, looking at Mark blankly. Mark smirked and walked over, shaking his head at her.

"I gave you the sign?" Mark says, opening a bag and placing some eggs into it.

"Did you know," Autumn says, smirking at him and scanning the items. They crush the huge shopping cart; their teamwork and motion could scan and bag all the groceries in the store if needed, but alas, it's just this one cart.

"Okay, Autumn. I'm going on lunch break." Autumn looks over at him and gives him a thumbs up. "I fucked up, didn't I?"

"Go to lunch, Mark. Believe we will talk later."

"Okay, okay," Mark says as he walks to the customer service counter. He clocks out and then walks to the supplement and vitamin aisle. "Now what type of protein will I get, Cinnabon, peanut butter and chocolate, or, Oh shit, Strawberry Cheesecake," Mark says, grabbing the cheesecake flavor; oh, what's this? It's buy one, get one free. "Say less," Mark says, walking over to the Bakery with both containers under his arm. "Hey, Samantha," Mark says, speaking to the bakery and deli worker who started around the same time he and Autumn did two years ago. Samantha is a brown-haired mother of three; her husband works in the produce section.

"Hey Mark, you want the usual," Samantha says

"You know it, you make the best chicken rice broccoli in Georgia.

"Flattery will get you everywhere, and extra meat. Breast, right?"

"Of course."

"I knew you were a breast man. Here, take this upfront so you can come back this ...