A Cinderella Story at the Snack Stand
Back in Chippewa, Michigan, the day was sunny and warm; not too hot, not too cold. It was a perfect day for Sam and the guys to start their part-time summer jobs at the new snack stand at the new Chippewa Country Club pool. Their plan was to have their own money so they could "afford" new girlfriends. They decided upon this ingenious idea after seeing the movie "Caddyshack". It gave them the idea that country clubs are crawling with lonely rich girls. Sheesh.
They all had their white polos, khaki shorts (ironed & starched with that perfect pleat), bright white socks, brown belts, and brand new white shoes. Each of the boys got a haircut and looked sharp for their first day of work. The plan was in motion, and it would work!
"I am telling you, this place is crawling with hot chicks. This is perfect. We'll each have a beautiful girl on our shoulders for our sophomore year. Popularity is ours!" said Neal.
Sam laughed, "I know this place is crawling, but how are we going to talk them?" His voice then squeaked the all too familiar beginning-of-puberty voice change experience.
"Why do we need one to be popular? I just want a girlfriend. A girl that doesn't go to our school and doesn't know how we really are," said Bill. He looked up from wiping the stove and smiled, "Well here comes one now."
A tall slender raven haired girl in a bright blue bikini walked up to the counter with a paper soda cup in her hands. Her long straight black hair blew with the wind. She walked towards the boys' snack stand, a vision of a pool goddess danced in their heads.
"Are there free refills on pop?" she said, blatantly ignoring the sign that said no refills, pushing her paper cup towards the awestruck Sam as she leaned forward a bit. Sam's pulse jumped and his jaw dropped.
She giggled and smiled with braces on her teeth, her skin red from the sun, the beginnings of a sun tan. Her hair settled framing her round face. She flashed her long eyelashes that framed her almond-shaped, brown eyes perfectly.
"Uh…" stammered Bill.
"Oh yeah on the house" interjected Neal as he dutifully filled the cup with Coke and a little bit of ice.
"Wow, thanks!" She stood up straight and turned towards Neal, smiling as she took the refilled paper cup. "I'll see you later." She turned and walked away. Neal's heartbeat was audible to the boys.
"Not too much later, ha ha!" Neal blurted obnoxiously. The girl continued to walk away, soda in hand, heading to her chair to lie in the sun some more.
Sam finally managed to close his jaw and said, "Wow, these hot rich girls are like… like something out of Charlie's Angels."
"Yeah, so hot! They'll gladly take money from your check, or get you fired!" snapped Millie Kentner. She was standing in the doorway to her office, with her 5 foot 8 inch slender figure. She was dressed in a similar style to the boys, but had on a black pencil skirt that stopped at her knees, and a pair of black pumps. Millie looked like an adult in her uniform, and her long brown hair piled up in a bun on the top of her head just brought the adult professional appearance full circle. The boys had only one obstacle to a summer of hot rich pool girls, and that was their boss Millie.
"You guys have to keep your hormones under control and know we are entrusted to run this snack stand efficiently and be profitable! This is why I am the manager and you are not! Now get back to work! Neal, come back to my office now!" Millie barked.
Neal slumped a bit, ducked his head down, and followed Millie.
They didn't like this bossy and mean side of Millie. She was always so kind and gentle to everything and everyone. She used to be Lindsay's best friend and was nothing more than a Mathlete. However, Millie's parents were part of the country club's board of directors, and two of the founding members. This led to her shoe-in as the manager of the snack stand for the summer. Sadly to their dismay, it had turned her into a power-hungry superwoman.
"Now you listen to me-!" Sam could hear her yelling at Neal from the office.
"Man, what is her problem?" whined Sam under his voice.
"I don't know, but does she seem hotter?" whispered Bill.
"Ugh!" Shuddered Sam. "No! She is evil and I don't know if these girls will be worth it! I'll go work at the mall. Those girls are cooler, less snobby, and they don't yell!" he whined.
As Neal walked out of the office, a smirk danced across his face. Millie came out after him, red in the face and spitting fire. She filled the hand-washing sink with cold water and bent over to dip her face in. She then stood up, dried her face with a paper towel, and pulled the plug for the drain.
"Okay, I need a break from you dimwits. I'm going to the lobby and I'm going sit to for a bit. Don't give anything else way for free, I mean it! Or you are all fired! I will inventory, I mean it!" Millie then stomped out of the stand and up the steps into the clubhouse lobby.
"Heh. She'll be all right," chuckled Neal.
"Geez, Neal, don't blow this for us! All of the jobs for our age was filled in March, we need money for girls, and you aren't blowing this for me! Not a lot of steady work for fifteen-year-olds," exclaimed Bill. He threw down his wash cloth and washed his hands.
"Look, guys, my dad is on the board and so is Sam's dad. All Millie can do is yell at us and threaten. This is a cake walk. Big whoop, she took fifty cents out of my upcoming check. Not going to cry about that," said Neal.
"Yeah but my Dad isn't on the board, so shut up, rich boy!" Said Bill.
"No, your soon-to-be dad is a gym teacher. What is it? Is he running for school board next? HA HA!" said Neil sarcastically.
"Oh yeah? Well, at least my soon-to-be dad won't sleep with anything with a skirt, so shut up!" barked Bill.
After Bill finished his sentence Neal threw a handful of ice at his face. Bill ducked to the ground, and the ice hit Sam.
"What the hell, Neal?!" Sam picked the ice up off of the floor and threw it back at Neal.
Neal then threw an empty paper cup from the garbage can next to him at Sam. This time it bounced off Sam and hit Bill.
"Bullseye! HO HO!" laughed Neal.
Bill then picked up his washcloth and began to spin it above his head charging at Neal. "C'mere, you little jerk!"
Neal then ran, knocking over the chip display on the edge of the counter. Bill tackled Neal to the ground.
Sam yelled, "AHHH! I just put that together this morning!" He then jumped on top of Neal and Bill and began to throw blows at each of them. They turned into a cloud of fists and flailing feet.
At this time a crowd was forming outside of the snack stand. The people in swimsuits stood in awe at the epic fight between these three teenaged boys.
"NEAL! BILL! SAM!" screeched Millie from the employee entrance doorway with her hands on her hips, eyes lit with flames. "What on EARTH?! STOP THAT! Clean this up! And take care of these customers!"
"Sorry, everyone," she said
The boys stopped and straightened up their clothes and washed their hands. Neal grabbed a broom and began to sweep up the mess. Sam and the rest began to take orders, cook hotdogs and burgers, then serve them to the the customers.
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Their work day was coming to a close. Millie was going over the totals with Sam and instructing him on how to properly close out his drawer. Sam looked at the clock and it was ten minutes until 6:00pm.
"Now remember" said Millie "Always close the shutters when counting down. You don't want to get robbed, and it lets customers know we are completely closed."
She then scowled at Neal in the background dancing with the mop. "Neal, I swear to God! You will be seeing him soon!" She screeched. Neal began to mop properly. Bill was finishing the restocking of snack and various foods for the next day.
"Okay! Is there anything else we need to do, boss?" said Neal and Sam.
"Let me inspect," said Millie. All three guys rolled their eyes. "No, this all looks good. Bill, you missed some of the pop. We need some more Faygo. Orange, Lime, and uh-Grape. Also, we need some more Coke. I will help you get it from the store room in the clubhouse. You other two are free to go. Make sure to look at the schedule to see when you are supposed to come in tomorrow."
Then Sam and Neal looked at the clip board hanging on the wall with the schedule for the rest of the month of June. Then the two left, and it was just Millie and Bill.
Millie said, "Hang on a second." She sat in her office, then took off her black pumps and put on a pair of white Keds. Then she then took the hair tie out of her hair, releasing the large bun she had on her head. Her hair unraveled like a ribbon, cascading around her delicate neck. She unbuttoned her three buttons on her polo to the bottom button and popped her chest out to untuck her shirt. This revealed a glimpse of cleavage surrounded by a lacy tank top. She then took the money deposit bag and began to seal it with her mouth, humming a hymn she knew from church.
Bill then gulped and tried not to think of the sexy librarian he saw in his mom's fiancé's Playboy porno, he snuck and watched one winters day. She did the same thing before taking off her clothes-and Millie was beginning to do that now.
He couldn't help it. Millie changed from his Sunday school teacher and Bible camp counselor to this. She was now hot and he didn't know what to do. But what he did know was that something was growing and he couldn't stop it; his pants were definitely getting tighter. 'Damn Khakis, nothing to the imagination!' Bill leaned facing the wall, pretending to blow his nose, trying to think of dead kittens and ice fishing. Trying to think of anything but Millie and Playboy.
"Bill are you alright?" asked Millie in a concerned voice from her office chair.
"NO, NO- I am fine!" He looked back with a red face at the concerned Millie. "Look um... I will get the boxes of pop and be right back!" Bill then raced out of the shack facing away from Millie. A gust of wind followed him.
Millie sat with her hair disheveled and a confused look on her face. She just blinked with her mouth agape, saying "What just happened? God Blessed what a dimwit."