They spent the afternoon cruising around the city, leaving an odiferous trail of perfume, cologne, and altoids.  Little did they know, the devil himself had come along for the ride.   Or so thought a golden-aged convenience store clerk, a man who had earned a reputation as a no-nonsense defender of traditional values.

The store clerk glanced up from his stool as they strolled in.  Their unadorned ring fingers told him all he needed to know.

The clerk took pride in keeping a close watch on sinners in his store.  He leaned forward and tilted his chin down, so that his thick reading glasses would not obstruct his view of the security camera monitor.  He watched closely as the devil’s minions shuffled about the store aimlessly, taking all too much pleasure in each other’s company.  Basking in their sin.  They would someday pay a price for their lust, he assured them silently.

Then, right before his very eyes, the gates of hell swung open.  The clerk stared in disbelief as the two love birds looked around to see if anyone was watching, and then disappeared into the one-person restroom at the back of the store.  The stool toppled to the floor.

Inside, she elevated herself onto the sink.  A mischievous smile crept across her face.   Her eyes coaxed him closer, until her legs surrounded his waist.  One hand caressed the back of his jaw.  The other lifted up his shirt, glided around his torso, and made its way ever so gently down the small of his back.  Her lips were not nearly as gentle.

“I can tell you like being in control,” he said in between gasps for air. 

“Oh yeah? What gave it away?” she replied, eyeing his lips like a queen gazing down upon kneeling servants.  The truth was she did like being in control.  Just not all the time.

Boom.  Boom.  Boom. 

“I know you’re in there!  Don’t make me break this thing down!” said a voice from outside. 

Startled, he looked up at the door.  “Crap, we’ve gotta go,” he told her.  The pounding grew louder.

“Just one more,” she whispered breathlessly.  Before he could protest, she seized him with such urgency that he nearly fell forward and pinned her against the mirror.  He grabbed ahold of the sink to brace himself. 

Suddenly the sink gave way.  Water spewed from the wall as they both fell to the floor.

“Shit!” he yelled, as he tried to shield his face from the water.  He stumbled to his feet and helped her up.  Leaning against the door, he turned and grabbed her by the shoulders.  

“When I open this door, I want you to follow right behind me and then run for the exit as fast you can.  Don’t wait up for me.  Are you ready?”  She nodded, water dripping from her matted hair.

The door flung open.  He charged head-first into the clerk, sending both men tumbling into a rack of merchandise.  Bags of chips and candy rained down on them.  From beneath the snack food avalanche, he felt two small hands grab his shoe and drag him into the aisle.  It was her. She helped him to his feet and together they made a mad dash for the door.  As they raced past bewildered customers, a fading voice behind them called out, “stop those hooligans!  Somebody call the police!”

Once outside, they didn’t even pause to catch their breath.  They just kept running.

3 thoughts on “

  1. It’s interesting how you can make something so gross, such as doing it in a convenient store bathroom, sound appealing.  haha.  “Bags of chips and candy rained down on them.” my favorite line.  Leah K.

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