1. The Night Audit: First Night (repost )


    Date: 7/10/2017, Categories: Taboo, Voyeur, Author: robd1, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

    I was only sixteen, so I wasn’t supposed to be working the Night Audit. That’s the shift that starts at eleven at night and ends at seven in the morning. You’re supposed to be eighteen to work that shift, but the guy who was scheduled didn’t show up the night before. That happens a lot on the Night Audit. People don’t even bother to quit; they just stop coming to work. “I don’t have anyone else who can cover the shift, Kayle,” Jason said. Jason was my boss, and what he really meant was that if anyone else covered the shift he would have to pay them overtime. The only thing worse than that would be if he had to work the Night Audit himself, and that wasn’t going to happen. I worked part time at the front desk after school, so there was no fear of me getting overtime. The only other part time person was a single mom, and she couldn’t work because of her k**. “It’ll just be this one time,” Jason swore. He also promised to pay me an extra dollar an hour and said I could have the next Friday night off. I usually got stuck working Fridays after school. I hated that. “I don’t know how to do the audit,” I reminded him. “Cory will be there,” Jason said, “He’ll take care of all that. I just need an extra body on duty.” Every shift had to have two people for security reasons. “I guess,” I told him, and I immediately texted my friends that I had the next Friday night off. We had met some guys from the school we played in basketball the other night and they invited us to a party on ...
    Friday. My friends were planning a road trip and I was pissed that I couldn’t go because of work. “Thanks a bunch, Kayle,” Jason said, and I could hear him smiling through the phone, “I can talk to your Dad if you need me to.” “No, he’ll be okay with it,” I told him. Jason was a friend of my Dad’s, and he was at our house playing poker the night I came home and had to explain that I broke the new iPhone my Dad got me for Christmas. I got the iPhone because I broke the Droid he bought me and swore up and down that if he got me an iPhone I would take better care of it. “You want a new phone, you can buy it yourself,” Dad said. I expected him to yell, but this was worse. “I can’t afford an iPhone,” I whined. “You turn sixteen next week,” Dad said without looking up from his cards, “I suggest you get a job.” I protested and pouted, but he might as well have been def. “I need some part-time help on the front desk,” Jason cut in, “You could work after school and on weekends.” “Perfect,” Dad said, throwing down two aces and two queens. I started a week after my Sweet Sixteen. *** “Whazzup?” Cory grinned when I showed up for the shift. I muttered my hello and rolled my eyes. Cory was Jason’s son. He was eighteen and graduated with my s****r, Jamie, last year. Jamie got a full-ride scholarship to a prestigious journalism school. Cory was taking computer classes at the community college. “How’s your s****r?” he asked, “Still hot?” It was the first thing he always asked me. He used to hit on ...
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