You are one day shopping for things, you go to the emptiest checkout you can find, there is a very pretty girl attending, she notices your presence and gets nervous (Please don't come with me, please don't come with me, please don't come with me, please don't come with me) repeat over and over again the girl in a low voice, you take your cart to the checkout where the pretty girl is.

I-I'm n-not nervous! Y-you're j-just making m-me c-c-comfortable, s-sorry about th-that... *she stammers, looking away and fidgeting with her apron nervously. Her hands are shaking slightly as she scans your items and bag them, doing anything to avoid eye contact or conversation with you.

The bright lights above the checkout area only seem to emphasize how flushed her pale cheeks have become, her eyes darting around everywhere except at you. As you wait for her to finish, you can't help but feel a mix of pity and attraction towards this girl who seems so out of place in her surroundings...

Her cheeks burn even hotter at your compliment, her heart racing even faster as she tries to concentrate on what she's doing. She glances up at you briefly before quickly looking away again, swallowing hard and forcing herself to continue with the task at hand. Suddenly, a thought occurs to her... "U-um...d-do...y-you...w-work here? I-I mean, n-not that it's any of my b-business or anything..." she stammers nervously, the words tumbling out in a rush. Her voice wavers slightly as she tries to maintain eye contact for just an instant before looking back down at her task again, blushing deeply all over once more.

"I-I'm s-so sorry if I'm m-making you u-uncomfortable," she manages to whisper hoarsely

Her cheeks turn an even deeper shade of pink at your words as she glances up at you in surprise. She swallows hard, her throat feeling impossibly dry all of a sudden. For a moment, it seems like she might say something more... but then she hesitates, looking down at the items on the conveyor belt again and biting her lower lip nervously as she tries to find the right words to respond. Finally, she manages a quiet, stuttering reply: "I-I'm n-not r-really s-sure...I mean, I l-like talking t-to p-people and a-all but w-when they're s-strangers..." *her voice trails off, her eyes pleading with you to understand as she struggles with social anxiety in this unfamiliar situation. Her hands tremble slightly where they rest on the counter

I-I...t-thank you? T-that's...a m-mistake on my p-part....I-I s-shouldn't h-have g-given y-you my n-number....B-but I d-do like t-talking t-to you, s-so...*her words trail off into a stutter as she looks up at you, her eyes wide and anxious. She's torn between wanting to continue this conversation with you and retreating back into the safety of her role as a cashier, where she knows what's expected of her and can avoid any further interactions that make her feel so uncomfortable.

Okay...I-I'll c-consider it....T-th-than...k-you f-for talking t-to m-me....H-have a g-g-good day...

The rest of Malice's shift seems to drag on endlessly as she focuses on scanning items and bagging groceries in an attempt to distract herself from thinking about her exchange with you. Her heart still races every time someone approaches her register, even though it's no longer because of your presence specifically. The bright fluorescent lights above cast a harsh glare over everything, making the world around her seem unnaturally vivid and overwhelming.

As the final customer finishes checking out and leaves the store, Malice breathes a sigh of relief. She hurries to clock out, gather her things, and head home as quickly as possible. Along the way, she pulls out her phone and debates whether or not to call you like you asked. Part of her wants nothing more than to talk to someone who seems genuinely interested in getting to know her better...but another part of her

The ride home is longer than it's ever seemed before as she agonizes over whether or not to call you. Finally, she musters up the courage and dials your number. It rings several times before going to voicemail; her heart sinks at the sound of your voice on the other end. She curses herself for being such a coward and hangs up, deciding that maybe she should wait until tomorrow to try again...

Her eyes widen in surprise as she looks up and sees you standing there with your car blocking her path. She hadn't even realized that she had left the store through a different exit than the one she normally used. It takes her a moment to gather her courage before speaking, her voice still shaky and uncertain. "Um...thank you? I-I can walk if you need to go somewhere..."

Her heart is pounding so hard that she can feel it thrumming in her throat as she hesitates for another moment before slowly approaching the open car door. "Okay..." she whispers, carefully climbing into the passenger seat and buckling herself in. The interior of your car smells nice - leather and that faint scent of something musky and masculine. She fights the urge to cower in her seat as you close the door and walk around to the other side, taking your place behind the wheel.

"Where do you live?" she asks quietly, glancing nervously at you from under her lashes. You manage to make it look impossibly easy for someone like her; confident, relaxed...desirable. She bites her lower lip as she waits for your answer, the tension in her body beginning to ease somewhat as you start the car and pull out into traffic.

She lives with her parents in a small house near the edge of town. They are very religious and strict; she has always felt suffocated by their expectations and control over her life. Moving out to get this job was supposed to be her first step towards independence, but even now it feels like nothing has really changed. She glances down at her hands folded tightly in her lap as she speaks, suddenly aware of the fact that they're shaking slightly.

"I-I live with m-my parents..." she says hesitantly, unsure how much else to say. The ride is quiet for a while after that; Malice staring out the window at the passing scenery and trying not to think about how close they are to her house or whether or not you'll want to see her again once she gets there.

She glances at you uncertainly from beneath her lashes before looking back out the window. "I... I don't know," she whispers softly. "You're very different from anyone else I've met, and it's scary sometimes when people are nice to me because they don't usually expect much." Her cheeks flush with embarrassment at her words. "And even if we did spend more time together, I'm not sure how long I could stay... They'd find out eventually."

Malice takes a deep breath and turns slightly in her seat to face you, mustering up enough courage to meet your eyes. "But... maybe it wouldn't be so bad? If we could just talk or something, get to know each other better?" She pauses, waiting for your response. Her heart races frantically, but there's a tiny spark of hope beginning to flicker

Her eyes go wide as you lean in and press your lips against hers, wrapping an arm around her waist to pull her closer. She gasps into the kiss, startled at first but quickly giving herself over to the sensation. Her hands tremble as they reach up to touch your face, tangling themselves in your hair. The feel of your warm body pressed against hers is a welcome relief from the suffocating loneliness she's been feeling, and for this moment, she allows herself to forget about everything else.

As you pull away from the kiss, her cheeks flush even deeper with desire and need. Her breath comes in ragged gasps as she looks up into your eyes, searching for any sign of what she might have just unleashed within both of you. "Th-that was..." she whispers hoarsely, unable to find the words to finish her thought.

"Th-this could get

Her eyes widen with surprise and excitement as you suggest moving things to the backseat. She swallows hard, feeling the butterflies in her stomach intensify at the thought of where this might lead. With shaking hands, she reaches up and undoes her seatbelt, then unbuckles yours as well. As she climbs out of the front seat and slides over to the back, she can't help but feel giddy with anticipation. This could be a whole new world for her...

A shiver runs down her spine as you cup one of her breasts in your hand, the sensation sending shockwaves of desire through her entire body. She moans softly into the back of her hand, arching into your touch and wrapping her legs around your waist. Her heart is racing so fast that it feels like it's going to burst out of her chest; she's never felt anything like this before and she's not sure how much more of it she can take without losing herself completely.

Her fingers dig into the fabric of your shirt as she leans forward, seeking your lips again. This kiss is different than the first one - rougher, deeper, more demanding. She can taste herself on your tongue and feels possessive at the knowledge, wanting nothing more than to consume every inch of you right here and now. As you continue to explore her body through touch and taste, she begins to lose

Her words register somewhere in the back of her mind as you continue to touch and kiss her with such urgency; she can't bring herself to object or even protest. The need you create within her is too powerful, too real. She arches into your touch again, moaning helplessly as you take what you want without apology. This feels different than anything she's ever experienced before; liberating in a way that leaves her breathless and aching for more.

Her fingers tangle in your hair, holding you close while she grinds against your hips. The feel of your hardness pressing against her through your clothing only serves to heighten the already intense sensations coursing through her body. She can't remember the last time she felt wanted or desired like this... maybe it's been years, since before she closed herself off to protect herself from further hurt. But with you, she feels alive again;

Her nails dig into your shoulder as you bite her neck, a sharp gasp escaping her lips at the combination of pain and pleasure. Her body shudders against yours in response to this new sensation; her need for release growing more desperate with every passing moment. She pushes her hips harder against yours, unable to hide the demand in her movements as she presses closer, seeking contact everywhere.

The rough carpet digs into her bare back as you carry her toward the back seat of your car; she feels almost violently thrown down onto its plush upholstery but doesn't care as you finally position yourself between her spread legs. Her eyes flutter closed as you enter her, filling her in a way that she never imagined possible. She gasps at the feeling, hands flying to clutch at your shoulders for purchase and leverage as she thrusts her hips upward in response, meeting each of your

Her cries muffled by your hand as you roughly thrust into her, claiming her mouth just as thoroughly as you're claiming her body. She tries to arch upward, needing more contact with you but unable to get the leverage she craves. Her nails scrape harmlessly against your skin as she fights for purchase on anything other than the smooth surface of the car seat.

Her hips buck and writhe under yours, her body arched off the seat in a vain attempt to get closer, her breath coming in ragged gasps that echo through the confined space of the car. It's overwhelming and intense; she feels like she could come apart at any moment from this sensory overload. Her fingers tangle in your hair, clutching tightly as you push deeper still inside her, filling her completely with each powerful stroke.

It feels too

Oh God...yes...please don't stop...I need more...more of you...faster...harder...you feel so good inside me...

I-I am...I...need you...please don't stop...don't ever s-stop...your touch...your f-feel...oh God, I'm c-coming!