How I Left North Ash

On a particularly hot day in summer, I was sweating so much. The temperature was peaking at around 109, and I worked at the outdoor tennis counter at an expensive country club called North Ash.

There was no air conditioning, no fan.

Often, I snuck back to the kitchen and hung out for a few minutes in the walk-in freezer. It was so cool and crisp in there, so refreshing.

That day I was wearing a bikini top, but the clasp was broken, and it was always falling off. I noticed that whenever it did fall off, Carlos looked in my direction. He was new at North Ash, and he didn't speak any English. He had just moved to America from Honduras, and his hunky muscles were always visible through his tight shirts.

At around noon, my shift was ending, and I saw Carlos head back to the kitchen. I followed him back there. He went straight to the freezer to get some cool air. He also grabbed an ice cream sandwich and gobbled that down. He saw me peeking at him from around the corner. I tried to hide, but it was too late. His eyes met mine, and he smiled as drippy ice cream melted in his fiery hands. My heart pounded as I thought of what to do.

I regained composure and emerged. My legs were shaking, but I managed to take a few steps toward Carlos, that statuesque man from Honduras. I could see his sparkling white teeth beckoning me closer. Just then, my bikini top fell off again revealing my soft boobs. 'Oh no!' I thought.

Carlos puts his hot, dark hands on my shoulders and pulled me into the freezer with him. He shut the heavy, stainless steel door behind us, and then with the ease of a gentle animal he pressed my face into his bulky neck. My boobs were on him, and I knew what we were about to do.

Before I knew it, he had unwrapped another ice cream sandwich and was wiping it all over my body. I unbuckled his belt and pulled down his pants. I took his average-sized penis in my hands, and I used my other hand to draw imaginary squiggles on his scrotum.

We went at it. I sucked his reasonable dick. I kept whispering in his ears, "Yeah, this is so good. Yeah, do me here in the freezer. Oh yeah. That's how I want it."

Carlos lifted me up onto a small butcher block. He got up on there and started shredding me up missionary style. It was too good to believe! Was I the luckiest girl on earth? Maybe!

I scratched his face with my press-on nails that were painted up with sweet graphics, and then he shoved his entire fist into my streched out hole. I, now a human hand puppet, moaned out. "Oh Carlos. Give it to me like you gave it to girls in Honduras!  Oh yes! Yeah. Fuck me like the Iran-Contra Affair fucked your country!" I've never grunted like a farm pig so much in my whole life.

Carlos stopped. His head perked up. "What?" I asked. "Don't stop sticking me. Plug me up with your Honduras-grown, US-owned banana. Come on." He looked around for a moment. "You don't even know what I'm saying, do you? Keep fucking me, you big, dumb moron." He looked down at me and started pounding my tunnel again. My titties were jigglin', and I was all about it! Then I heard a creaking sound. We both looked up over Carlos' shoulder. A sneaky beam of fluorescent light spilled into the freezer, and someone stood in the doorway.

We froze, figuratively. My heart raced. Carlos squeezed his rod out of my juiced gash and awkwardly climbed his bare ass down off the small chopping table. I stayed up there, spread eagle and too scared to move. I felt my slime from inside creeping under my butt.

"What in the damn bullshit?!" It was the shift manager, Carter. He was always out to spoil everyone's fun. "What in the world is going on in here? We keep food in here! Are you two stupid?! Fuck, Carlos! What the fuck are you doing? Mindy, get off of there and get some goddamn clothes on! Carter had his eyes fixated on the trimmed up pubic hair right above my awesome hot cave. He probably liked what he saw. What a fag-mash. He was probably jealous of Carlos.

"Is this what you do back in that Third World shithole you come from? We don't do this here! This is America." I could tell Carlos was scared. His once robust dick shriveled up like his homeland's economy post-1990. "Don't just stand there, idiot. Put your clothes on. Mindy, get off of there now!"

"I sorry. No English. No English." The poor, dark fellow was
trembling. He buttoned up his shirt and walked out of the freezer.

"Yeah. Obviously," sneered Carter. I slipped my panties on, but at that point I didn't really care much about modesty. I picked up the rest of my clothes off the floor. "Carlos, you don't have a job here anymore. I don't know how you're going to feed your thirty thousand children and fourteen hundred grandmothers and uncles or whatever, but that's not my problem. No job. Understand? Comprende? No working
here. You no working here." Carlos' head sunk.

"Hey! Don't talk to him like that, Carter, you dick," I shouted. My heart went out to Carlos. What could he do? I had to stick up for him. "He doesn't have any family, asshole! He's an only-child and an orphan, and his parents were both only-children and orphans." I didn't actually know what I was talking about, but I hated Carter and his big mouth.

Over on the counter, I spotted a three-tier wedding cake for a
reception taking place at the club later, and I had a great idea. I
walked through the kitchen, idly running my fingers along the
stainless steel appliances and fixtures. "Get your goddamn clothes on! You're walkin' around here, hangin' all out like a slut, and I can't have that!"

"You know what, man?"

"What?"

"You need to relax. You need to just take it easy."

"Don't tell me what I need! The day I take advice from a slutty idiot is the day I'm officially brain dead."

"My life is pretty good, Carter. Maybe you should lighten up and listen to what I say. I bet you'd be a lot happier. You always look like you're about to have a heart attack. It's probably not healthy."

"Yeah, what do you know?"

I shrugged. "Nothin'." I smiled. "I'm just a slut." He looked at me, and I could see the pain in his eyes. It wasn't his fault. He must have learned from someone, somewhere, at an early age, that anger solves problems. Abuse was all he knew and all he had to embrace.

Carter exhaled deeply. He ran his sweaty hand over his red face. "I'm not a happy person," he muttered. "I need help." Tears welled up in his miserable eyes. I saw him let go and crumble, overwhelmed and pathetic to an unimaginable degree.

He started to cry, and he stepped toward me. He reached out for a hug, and I didn't move. His tears trickled down my naked chest, and I felt his hiccupy snivelling. I stood still, embarrassed for this guy. "I need help," he cried. I could barely make out his words. "I need your help, Mindy. You have to help me."

I slowly stepped backwards and peeled his limp arms off of me. I looked him in the eyes for a long time. He waited.

With a quickness unmatched by a fast animal, I whipped around and nabbed the wedding cake. I smashed it hard into Carter's face. "Yeah right, frosting face! You lose!" I dipped two fingers in the icing and plopped little globs over my nipples. "Fucking loser." I shook my titties in his dumbstruck, cake-covered face. "I win! I win!" I grabbed Carlos' hands. We jumped up and down, and I screamed forever and always. "USA! USA! USA! USA!"