It's What You Deserve - Sex Stories

It's What You Deserve

... out, Taigy. I’m just trying to create conver-”

“Will that be cash or card?”

He snickers at my growing agitation, taking out his card and handing it to me, saying,

“Wow, someone’s extra cranky today, huh? Is that it? Is little gay baby Taigy cranky?”

Don’t get fired. Don’t get fired. Don’t get fired. Don’t get fired. Do not get fired. I take the card out of his hand and scan it. Hm. Declined. Who’da thought?

“I’m sorry, sir,” I say through the most convincing smile I can conjure up right now, “This card declined.”

His smug demeanor takes a noticeable shift. At least I can take solace in his embarrassment. He gives a smug scoff before reaching into his wallet again and pulling out another card. I take it and scan it.

“Declined,” I say, handing him the cards back, “Would you like to pay in cash?”

Admittedly, I’m starting to enjoy myself a bit. At least I don’t have to hear his stupid “jokes” anymore. Plus, the sight of him slightly panicking because he’s a big strong man who’s at risk of looking like a broke boy in front of someone he was just making fun of is just hilarious. It’s always a beautiful thing when the universe comes in clutch.

“No, no,” he says, “Just give me a second.”

He types away at his phone, probably just making it seem he’s settling things with his bank. Now I just wish there was a sea of people behind him just so he can suffer in the anxiety of being rushed. But you can’t have everything, I guess. A guy can dream, ...

... though.

“Ok, here,” he says, handing me the initial card.

I scan it and once again, it declines. I give him a smug look, saying in my most patronizing tone,

“I’m sorry, sir. It still declined. Would you like to try cash now?”

He grimaces before returning to his phone, aggressively tapping on it before bringing it to his ear. Uh oh. Someone’s gonna get a piece of his mind. Hopefully, he’ll be generous with himself. He doesn’t have that much to give. He turns away from me, whispering in the phone,

“Hey, I’m gonna need you to send like $50.”

“Just $50?” I hear his dad question through the phone,

“Yeah.”

“Now?”

“No, five years after I starve. Yes now.”

“No need to be aggressive. I’m just making sure. You seemed so sure you had enough. You want me to go in there?”

“No, I just need you to send the money!

“Well, what could you possibly be buying for that much anyway?”

“It doesn’t matter. I just have a bit less than I thought is all.”

“Well, it matters to me. $50 is a lot of money to just be sending out on a whim.”

“Like I said, it doesn’t matter. Just send it.

“Ok, ok. This is just a bit bizarre is all I’m saying...Aaaand sent. There you go.”

“Thank you. Jeez.”

“Also, side note, a “please” would’ve been much appreciated. Just something to take for the future.”

Ok, bye.”

“Oh, well, bye. I lo-”

He hangs up the phone, composing himself before saying,

“Ok, everything should be in order.”

I roll my eyes before swiping his card again. ...