Page 38 of Pitiful Lies

I grab this fucker’s neck.

“Eep!” he squeaks, but he can’t talk.

I have my thumb pressing over his vocal cords.

Her eyes go wide, and she bites her lip, looking around to see if anyone notices. They don’t. I make sure I smile so it looks like me and assface are friends.

“Make sure you use this when you’re ready to pay. Me and Jimmy here are gonna go have a chat.”

“Oh, um, Angel you don’t have to?—”

I drop a quick kiss on her lips and wink.

“Don’t worry about a thing, Koukla. And don’t leave this store without me.”

“Okay, Angel,” she complies, and I fucking love it.

I tighten the hand I have wrapped around Jimmy’s skinny neck.

“Um, sir, you can’t do this. I am just doing my job,” Jimmy whines and tries to explain as I walk him towards the back of the store.

I shove him inside the employee restroom, and I lock it, blocking the exit.

“You always so fucking creepy with women customers, Jimmy?”

“No! I swear it.”

“I see, so it’s just my girl you thought it would be alright to get creepy with. Is that it?”

“No! No! I am creepy with everyone, I swear.”

I frown harder. And I growl.

“Oh God, Don’t hurt me,” Jimmy drops to his knees, and I can see a wet spot spreading across the front of his khaki slacks.

“Fucking gross,” I growl, then I slap him across the face. “Get up, you slimy fucking weasel,” I tell him, and he obeys, still sniveling.

“Now, what you’re gonna do is you’re gonna quit this job.”

“But I need my job?—”

“You need your life more, right?” I ask and he whimpers.

What a piece of shit.

“I don’t like you, Jimmy. You’re a lowlife, hitting on women who are way out of your league, making them uncomfortable, and hiding behind your job to do it.”

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry!”

“Don’t be sorry, Jimmy. Be fucking better. Now, I’m gonna let you walk out of here, but if I ever catch you making comments like that to another woman, you won’t be able to walk anymore, understand?”

“I understand! I understand!”

“Good. Now get the fuck out of here. And don’t come back to this mall again.”

“Thank you. Thank you!”

I open the door and step through it, finding Giselle on the other side, looking worried. Her eyes widen as a pee-stained Jimmy comes running out after me, his face a little flushed from his crying and the place I smacked him, but he’s no worse for wear.

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