“I never waste time with women who are duds.” She laughed again, louder this time. “I’m sure you don’t,lover. See ...ou later.” “Yeah, later,” Tommy responded, and then they hung up. It was all he could do to keep his mind on his work until hefinished with the last group of students. When they had finallydispersed with the buzzer signaling the end of sixth period, Tommygrabbed up the small bag containing his street clothes. In these tight economic times, you can’t really be too choosey about a job opportunity - You take what’s available when it’s available.I never saw myself as a sales clerk helping out in women’s clothing, but you take what you can get on short notice!Walmart hired me on the spot. Had a choice of two openings. A Walmart Greeter or an assistant in the Women’s Jean Dept. I just wanted to tell you myself, just in case your wives or girlfriends come to Walmart to try on jeans.Kinda enjoyed my first. I gave it enough back spin on my return that it hit the front wall and died. There was no way Lissa could get to it. She screamed like it was her victory.“Yes!” I looked at her like she was crazy and the look in her eyes told me she might just be. She set up to serve again without hesitating. I was ready for the heat this time and drove the ball off two corners and down to the floor. She sent it back to me just as hard and I had to take it off the back wall. She spiked. I returned. She came in. “No, that will not be necessary for now. Lie down, face up.” I follow my orders and hand her the bottle, which she tosses aside. Before I can ask if I’m supposed to burn she stands and walks over to my head. I look up at the gorgeous site towering over me. She then kneels with either knee on one side of my head. Leaning forward but before losing eye contact she says, “new thing, number one.” Our bodies make contact and while I have a stunning view of her pussy, I feel the moistness of her mouth.