The All Nighter

I'm not certain if Bob was truly upset about the fact that Ralph died. He spent more time complaining about the fact that he had to find another person to work the shift than he did mourning the death of a beloved employee.

There were four factors that had me knocking on Bob's door ready to martyr myself for the good of the store.

One: I'd get away from his leering and groping. As much as it benefited me, it was getting a bit old. The other three reasons: Anton, Anton, Anton, of course!

An entire shift with just me and him? His fiancé was history!

Bob was reluctant to let me solve his problem for him. For one, I was a girl. I know it sounds weird in today's woke society, but back in the early 2000's it wasn't a big deal to be sexist. Girls were meek, weak creatures who needed protection from the big, strong men. He feared for my safety, but I really believe he was going to miss my tight little body teasing him when I needed my way.

But he eventually caved when he found no one else willing to work all night. Plus, I was a shit employee anyway. I added no real value to the day shift other than being nice to look at and teasing his little prick. Might as well work nights where there was little to do.

My dad was less than pleased about this change, but I just told him about how I was trying to step up for the good of my team...blah blah blah. He bought it, albeit a bit reluctantly.

So, I started the night shift the following week. And wouldn't you know it? My first shift was with Anton. With no one there but us two, I threw everything I had at him. I giggled. I touched him. I flipped my hair. I spoke in phrases that had double meanings, the second meaning being sex.

Anton wasn't completely immune to my charms. I saw him checking me out. He watched my skirt ride up my thighs whenever I bent over to stock shelves. He peeked at my tits and midriff when I reached above my head to put something away. And he pressed in close when I "accidently" backed up into him.

Most nights with Anton were like that. I flirted, he was tempted, but in the end, he rebuffed my advances.

Casey and I got into a sort of rhythm too. While I wasn't flirty with him, the two of us found out we had a lot in common. He liked to draw Manga style characters, which was on par with my hobby of sketching. He liked writing storylines for his characters, which eventually led us to playing a sort of game where he'd show me a drawing and we'd make up a funny back story for it.

Plus, he was into magic tricks. I know, nerdy and goofy, right? But it was kind of cool. He had all these card tricks that he'd show me. Then (because he liked me), he'd show me how they were done.

More than that, he made me feel comfortable talking to him. He was the first person I told how much I hated going to school for business. I told him about my dad's expectations, and how I didn't want to disappoint him. He said something to me that eventually led to giving me the strength to finally stand up for myself.

"You're not really an adult until you've disappointed your parents. How are you living your own life if you're always doing what they tell you?"

I believe that was the moment I started noticing Casey more. He wasn't uber sexy like Anton, but our personalities meshed. We got each other, and soon a friendship of sorts grew.

Usually, it was either me with Casey, or me with Anton. However, about one night a week, all three of us were scheduled. Those nights were usually the most relaxed because we finished our stocking in record time with hours left to work. Sometimes we'd goof off; other times we'd take turns sleeping in the back.

I looked forward to these nights. I liked spending time with both of them together. Unfortunately, it was on one of these nights that my bubble was burst regarding Anton.

I was in the front of the store, minding the register. They were in the back, getting stuff together so they could stock the shelves. It was a slow night, and I was catching a serious case of FOMO (Fear of missing out). So, I snuck back to where they were to see what they were getting into.

I walked up on them and heard them speaking in whispered tones. Since I was the only other person here, I had to assume that what they were saying pertained to me and was something they didn't want me to hear.

This naturally piqued my curiosity, so I stayed hidden and listened.

"Dude, just go for it." Anton goaded; his tone low. "Ask her out."

Casey shrugged dismissively. "She doesn't even look at me like that. I'm not her type."

"How do you know?"

"Because...she likes guys like you."

The way he said it, capped off with a chuckle, made it sound like it was painfully obvious. Anton didn't argue with that. Instead, he said, "So what? Yeah, she flirts with me a bit, but..."

"A bit?" Casey interrupted with an incredulous laugh.

Anton was forced to reluctantly nod as he added, "Okay, so she flirts with me A LOT. I get it. But I'd never do that to you, knowing how much you like her. Besides, you know I love Tasha. I couldn't cheat on her like that."

"Yeah, I know." Casey said before ending the conversation and walking off.

The sinking feeling in my stomach highlighted my disappointment. For one, Casey was right. Everyone knew I had eyes for Anton. I was about as subtle as a billboard with that. The fact that Anton was trying to talk Casey into asking me out meant that he had no designs on doing it himself.

I know he had a fiancé. I knew the chance of ripping him away from her was slim to none. Still, having it thrown in my face like that hurt more than it should've.

On top of that, I now felt stupid for how I'd been shamelessly chasing him. In typical girl fashion, the more he rejected me, the more I wanted him. Even when all logic was telling me to save my dignity, I went and volunteered to work the night shift just to have more of a chance to seduce him.

How pathetic was I?

I pretended I didn't hear anything. However, I was irritated that entire night and, I'll admit, a major bitch to both of them. Short, snappish answers to questions. Eye rolling. Ignoring them when I heard them calling my name. Just catty, passive aggressive teenaged behavior from a girl with a bruised ego.

As the days went on, I got over it. My crush on Anton turned into a simmering recognition that he was hot, but unavailable. I stopped chasing him after that night. No more teasing. No more flirting.

He noticed my sudden mood change. Several times when the old me would've shamelessly thrown myself at him, I just treated him with the same nonchalance that I did Casey.

After a few days of this, he looked at me curiously as he asked, "You okay? You don't seem like yourself."

"I'm fine." I'd tell him with a smile. "Just doing my job. Why?"

"Wait! You, doing your job?" he said with a chuckle. "Now I know something's wrong!"

I didn't laugh. I just shrugged dispassionately and said, "I'm trying to change and be a better person."

There was a cryptic look on his face. He looked like he wanted to say something, but he stopped himself. I'll never know what was about to come out his mouth, but what did come out almost made me regress to throwing my pussy at him again.

"Don't ever change. Stay just the way you are."

The way he looked at me as he said it spoke more than the words he used. It was like he was confessing something to me.

If I weren't taken, I'd be all over you.

He caught himself and suddenly walked away. I just smiled to myself. Knowing he secretly wanted me was enough. We may never hook up, but he and I knew the truth about the lust that existed between us.

Little did I know how wrong I was. Anton's cock would soon be in my pussy. And mouth. And he wouldn't be the only one fucking me. I was to become he and Casey's slut, and all it took was a simple variation of a classic game to change the dynamic of our little trio.

***

DARE UNO

The rest of the summer flew by, and soon I only had two weeks left of my vacation. I was headed back to school, back to my miserable life of studying for a career I had zero interest in.

To be honest, I loved working with Casey and Anton. What started out as a job to keep my dad out of my hair had turned into a summer of doing what I'd wanted all along. I stayed out all night, slept late, and hung out with two really cool friends. Sure, we did work in between goofing off, but barely.

On this particular night, it was one of the rare ones; the ones were all three of us were working. Hanging in the air was the reality that I'd be leaving, and our little trio would be broken. After tonight, our next night working together would be the last time the three of us would be able to hang out together.

We felt the urge to do something special; you know, go out with a bang. But there's only so much you can do in a convenience store.

For some odd reason, Casey was absent mindedly shuffling a deck of cards. Suddenly, I wanted to play some card games.

Of course, the guys wanted to play poker. I had a feeling of where that would lead, so I vetoed that. After some deliberation, my eyes fell onto a deck of Uno cards that I'd stocked earlier that evening.

"Ooooh! Ooooh! Let's play Uno!"

"Uno?" they blanched in unison, each of them screwing up their faces like they smelled a fart.

"Yes, Uno! Haven't you guys played as kids?"

Anton shrugged. "Of course we played. AS KIDS."

"Oh, C'mon! I'm leaving soon! Give this to me! Pleeeeeeeease!"

My whining eventually got them, so they relented to play my KIDS GAME with me. So, we made sure the bell at the door was working so we could listen out if anyone walked in. Then we headed to the back storeroom.

There was a small table that we often used to eat lunch on. Each of us pulled up a chair around the table and got started.

Even the act of passing out those colorful cards brought me back. So many memories. So much fun.

We decided to play with the pile up rules. If you aren't familiar with that, the pile up rules are if the person whose turn it is before you drops a "Draw Two" card, instead of drawing two cards from the deck you had the option to also drop a "Draw Two" card (if you had one). The next person will then have to draw four unless they also had a "Draw Two" card. This would continue until some unlucky person didn't have any "Draw Two" cards to pass on. That poor sap would then have to draw the entire "piled up" amount.

Well, I started the "Draw" war with only three cards left in my hand. I had two "Draw Two" cards, and I just knew I was going to win. If they tried to pile on me, I had another one to drop to keep things moving.

Well, as it turned out, I wasn't the only one with multiple "Draw" cards. This pile up ended with me set to draw 10 cards.

I sighed in resignation as the guys laughed hilariously at my calamity. However, it was Anton who came up with a brilliant deviation to the game; the deviation that kick started everything.

"I'll tell you what..." he said, an impish smirk on his lips. "Instead of picking up all those cards, why don't you settle for doing a dare."

The room became quiet as both sets of eyes were on me. I looked between the two of them, trying to see if I could sense a set up here.

I'm not going to lie; the idea intrigued me. It also made me a bit nervous. What kind of dare would they come up with? Would it be humiliating? There were two guys here and a girl (me). What kind of dare would two guys make a girl do?

Yeah. My thoughts exactly.

Still, I was curious. Eventually, my curiosity got the best of me. I just had to know. So, I hesitantly accepted, expecting the worst.

Like I mentioned before, I was a cheerleader in high school. I was great at tumbling. I told the guys this in the past, bragging about my athleticism.

Anton always had his doubts. Not about me being a cheerleader, but about my gymnastic skills with doing flips. When he looked at me, he saw me as nothing more than the cutesy girl who shook her pom poms and did some leg kicks.

"I dare you to show me your best cheerleader routine." He said to me, grinning at me challengingly.

Oh, it's so on!

I smiled devilishly at him. Then, I stood up straightaway and marched outside without another word. The two of them looked at each other for a second before jumping up and following me.

There is a minor fact that readers would probably want to know. Remember what I was saying about the uniform? The bottoms could be black pants, shorts, or a dress. Well, guess who decided to wear a pleated tennis skirt tonight!

If that wasn't bad enough, I was only wearing thongs underneath.

This fact only caused me a moment's pause. The thrill of showing off my stuff and shoving Anton's skepticism in his face outweighed my modesty. Plus, my tennis skirt was basically like the cheerleading skirts I wore in high school, so I was comfortable tumbling as I was.

Who cares if they got a peek of my ass?

I could hear Anton's skeptic mumblings to Casey as I stretched to get my legs limber. His cynical jeering was cut short because the two of them couldn't take their eyes off me as I bent low with straight knees and put my palms flat on the ground in front of me.

I was facing them as I did this stretch. Had they been behind me, they would've seen my oh so short skirt riding up my thighs until the bottom of my bare cheeks were exposed. The slight breeze brushing across my ass let me know just how much of my cheeks were exposed.

"Ya'll ready?" I asked, suddenly feeling nervous. It'd been a few years since I did this. Would I be rusty? Did I still have it?

"Show us what you got!"

Well, it was too late to back off now. With a determined nod, I was off. A running somersault into two back handsprings ending with a back flip had them gawking in surprise and cheering me on.

Yep! I still had it.

"Holy shit that was awesome!" Anton exclaimed as he applauded. "Do that again!"

I was so caught up in the hype that I got another running start before going into a combination of a salto, four more back handsprings, and a roundoff.

Of course, my skirt did as much flipping as I did. Of course, the guys got quick glimpses of my ass in my little thongs. Of course, a part of their excitement in seeing me do my routine were those inadvertent flashes of my round derriere. I knew that. I wasn't dumb.

Still, I liked the attention. In fact, I gave them an extra treat and did a full handstand for about 10 seconds, giving them the eyeful they were hoping for.

While my ass did add to the praise they rained upon me, I'd like to think they were just as impressed with my athleticism. Especially Anton. He was definitely impressed. I could see it. So, as I stood there slightly out of breath, I felt vindicated.

After a bit, we headed back inside and finished our game.

Despite my dare resulting in a free peep show, the guys were surprisingly conservative for the rest of the night. They seemed reluctant to up the ante. The dares were silly, more built on slight embarrassment. Casey had to talk like Yoda to the next customer who came in. Anton had to sing everything he said to a customer. I had to talk like a valley girl.

What made this so funny was we only had one more customer that night. So, all three of our dares had to be done all at once. That poor guy probably thought he mistakenly wandered into the loony bin instead of a convenience store.

The game was so much fun that we got lost in it. Before we knew it, it was 6 in the morning. We had to do a quick clean up before the morning crew came in so they wouldn't know that we really did nothing the night before.

Now, it was official. "Dare Uno" became our thing.

We only had one more night with the three of us together. We knew what we were going to be doing. I spent the next few days thinking of good dares to give the guys. A part of me wanted to dare Anton to strip and run around the store naked, but I felt that might be pushing the boundaries a bit. That would open a door that, while intriguing, made me nervous. If I dared Anton to do that, what would THEY dare ME to do?

Of course, the same possibility existed for THEM to dare that of me if they got the balls to do it. If they did, would I follow through? Would I let them see me naked?

I shivered at the thought, but I couldn't tell if it was from excitement or fear.

The night before our final night, I was working with Anton. "Dare Uno" was on our minds. We kept prodding each other with playful warnings throughout the night.

"Oh, you're really making me stock the shelves by myself?" I asked with a sinister smile on my face.

He shrugged. "It's your turn. I did it the other night while you slept in the backroom. Now get to work, white girl!"

I laughed, like I always did when he called me white girl. It always turned me on because it made me think about how we would look in bed together.

Ebony and Ivory. Mmmm.

"Okay. I got you." I said with a nod. "Remember this tomorrow when you get piled up on. If I were you, I'd just take the cards instead of the dare."

My threat got a laugh from him. "Oh really? That's funny because I was thinking the same thing about you. You better hope you're not in front of me when I slap you with that final "Draw two". I've got a couple doozies in mind for you."

Was it me, or was there a hint of lust in his eyes as he said that?

That next night, the three of us stocked the shelves at lightning speed. We finished everything as fast as we could, got rid of our few customers, and headed to the back.

The cards were dealt. The hands were given. We were ready to humiliate each other.

The first few dares were, of course, silly. We were just getting warmed up. By now, the option to opt out of your dare wasn't even a thought. If you were at the end of the pile up, you were getting dared. It didn't even matter who won anymore. The main objection of the game was setting each other up for that pile up.

We soon got comfortable with each other, and the dares became more personal. Boundaries started being pushed back. And with me being the only girl, you can guess how my dares progressed.

"I dare you to kiss Casey for 30 seconds." Was the first dare to cross into the danger zone. This was the initial signal that things were taking a turn.

I looked at Casey, who'd turned away shyly. I then looked to Anton, who had the biggest smile on his face.

I could've stopped things right here...but I didn't. instead, I spit out my gum, crawled over to Casey on my hands and knees (we were all sitting on the floor), and gave him a smoking hot kiss that I'm sure made his cock hard.

Surprisingly, Casey turned out to be a good kisser. I found myself enjoying it, momentarily forgetting about the dare. When I finally backed up, we gazed at each other for a moment before he said, "Wow."

"Yeah." I agreed, licking my lips before returning to my spot.

After a bit more, I was in a position to get Anton. I was holding onto my "Draw" cards, waiting for the perfect opportunity. When it came, I hit him with it. The draws went around the circle until it came back to me. But I had another one, so I just added to the pile on, praying that Anton didn't have any more.

He didn't. Just as I'd been planning, my revenge was complete. And I had a doozie for him.

With a smirk, I said, "Now...I dare YOU to kiss Casey for 30 seconds. With tongue."

It was like all the sound was sucked out of the room. The two of them got so quiet you could hear a mouse fart.

"Wait...what?" Anton asked finally.

I nodded, an evil gleam in my eyes. "Yep."

"But...we're both guys."

With a chuckle, I leaned back against the wall behind me and crossed my arms beneath my breast. "I'm aware."