1. Road To The Sex Offender Registry: Part 1


    Date: 1/15/2017, Categories: Taboo, Author: vilebeast, Rating: 87, Source: xHamster

    still feeling attraction for such girls. My justification being; biology dictates the rules. Not man. Assuming that she was just a customer, and being closest to the register, I grinned, welcomed her to the store and asked her what she would like. She gave me a nervous little smile, showing off her top row of braces and said in a bubbly voice "Hi! I am here for the 1:30 interview". My surprise must have shown in my face because she continued "I was told to ask for Maxwell" she looked at me inquisitively, with her piercing light blue eyes. "Ah yes, that was me you spoke with, feel free to call me max" I held out a hand and she grasped it with her small, soft hand and gave it a gentle shake "I am Alexis but most people call me Lexi" Still a bit surprised at how young she was (she did not sound as young on the phone) I pulled her application out of the folder I had and began to scan it Me: "and you are how old again Lexi?" Her: "f******n" Me: "and I assume you have obtained your filled out workers permit?" (Employees under the age of 16 in my state have to get a permit signed by the school, parents and employer for it to be legal) She paused for a moment, frowning; An obvious look of sudden doubt on her face and reached into her pocket. This gave me another excuse to glance down at her tiny shorts again as she fished a folded up piece of paper from her pocket and sheepishly handed it to me. Taking the paper and unfolding it, I immediately noticed that all of it is filled out ...
    EXCEPT for the parent/guardian section. I glanced at her and could see how nervous she was, as if she somehow expected me not to notice such a glaring omission. "This is incomplete; you know I can't hire you until this is fully filled out right?" Her eyes fell to the ground and when she looked up again, I could clearly see she was holding back tears. "I wasn't able to get the signature from my dad, he hasn't been home much lately and when he was he was either sl**ping or busy. I promise I could get it for you a bit later! I really need this job" she sounded pitiful and she stressfully ran her fingers through her long brown hair. I didn't have any reason to doubt her words. She could have simply forged the signature if she had wanted to be deceitful (I would have in her situation) but there was nothing I could do for her. "State law won't let me hire you without it. I am sorry". The pouty look on her face was simultaneously heartbreaking and adorable. My next action would be the first in a series of the worst decisions I would ever make. I unclipped the pen from my folder and tore off a corner from one of the applications. I wrote down my email address and handed it to her. "If you are able to get the signature within the next couple weeks, send an email to me here and I will fast track you for another interview" With that, her eyes brightened a little. She got up, shook my hand again, thanked me and departed. I didn't fail to notice how tight her ass was in the teeny teal shorts ...