Erotic Tales For Seasonal Retail Employees

Sarah James
Slackjaw
Published in
4 min readDec 17, 2019

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Our eyes met from across the denim table, and in that moment, everything seemed to move in slow motion. I reached for his hand, but I was too late — he was already grabbing the bottom of the pile. Internally I screamed, although I kept my smile plastered on. Hours of work folding Slim Cut Dark Wash FlexFit™ Jeans was about to be ruined.

But instead of knocking over the pile without a care in the world for the corporate-mandated popped crotch, his tough and sturdy hands lifted the stack effortlessly, grabbed the correct size from the bottom of the pile, then replaced the stack with a flourish.

I braced myself against the table, feeling my heart pound and my cheeks grow flushed. I could have watched him handle those Slim Cut Dark Wash FlexFit™ Jeans all night — and in my dreams, I did.

“Excuse me, miss?” His voice was low and gravelly, like a used car engine with a mysterious rattle. I turned to face him. He was holding the men’s Casual Classic Stretch Sport Coat in Brushed Camel, a clear marker of taste and sophistication. I batted my lashes and waited. “Do you have this in a Large?” he continued. “There weren’t any on the shelf, but maybe you have one in the back?”

My heart sank, although I kept my smile plastered on. “No, I’m sorry,” I said. “We don’t have any of those in the back.”

I knew he wasn’t going to believe me. They never do. I was gearing up for another pointless slog to the stock room when he said it, four little words that made my skin electric —

“Oh well. Thanks, anyway.”

My back arched and my mouth watered as he turned to go. I loved to watch him walk away, because he hung his unwanted Casual Classic Stretch Sport Coat in Brushed Camel in its correct spot.

She was next in a long, snaking line, right after the man who insisted I gift-wrap his Roomba despite the twenty or so other customers waiting behind him. As I rang up her OXO GoodGrips Immersion Blender, I couldn’t keep my eyes off her long, delicate fingers thumbing through her wallet. I knew it was wrong, but I ached to be a five dollar bill or a loose receipt, so those fingers could touch me.

But all fantasies come to an end. “Oh shit,” she muttered. “I had a 20% off coupon but…

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Sarah James
Slackjaw

Sarah is the internationally best-selling author of THE WOMAN WITH TWO SHADOWS and the forthcoming LAST NIGHT AT THE HOLLYWOOD CANTEEN. thesarahjames.com