****** Why Alex Quit His Job by Jon Swass ******
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Why Alex Quit His Job


Alex hated working in the convenience store. The pay was awful, the customers
were rude, and he was being cut short on hours now. It had been a long day. It
didn't help that he had been in a wreck on the way to work earlier that day,
either.

"Thanks, come again," Alex called after the man who had just bought a pack of
cigarettes. He looked out the store window, and saw that someone else was
pumping gas. A few minutes later, the man walked in and threw five dollars on
the counter.

"Five dollars gas," he said, turning around to walk out. Alex sighed and ran up
the purchase. Looking at his watch, he realized that he wouldn't get off work
for another three and a half hours. Time was dragging by with painful slowness.

"Hello," Alex called as an African-american girl, probably in her early
twenties, entered the store. She was dressed in rather bright clothing.
Ignoring him, she walked back to the area where the refrigerated sodas were
kept.

Another girl entered a minute later. She was probably about the same age, and
her hair would be blonde if she had not made an attempt to dye it purple at
some point. She wore a shirt with the logo of some alternative rock band on its
front, and had several earrings in each ear. Alex smiled to himself, shaking
his head; youngsters these days. He was nearing fifty, himself, but even in his
youth had never really tried to keep up with the trends that came and went with
each passing week.

"Tiff, you want anything?" the girl near the sodas called, opening the glass
door to take a cold Pepsi out for herself.

"I'm okay, Danielle," the girl with the dull purple-tinged hair said, who
apparently was Tiff. She sported an annoying voice; high and slightly nasal-
sounding, with that tinge of typical snobbiness. "I just wanted some smokes."

She walked up to the counter and picked out a brand of cigarettes.

"Can I see some ID?" Alex asked, and Tiff let out a sigh, looking through her
pockets and eventually finding the card, which she passed to Alex. He looked
over it. She was twenty years old. The name read "Tiffany Langston".

"Is that good?" she asked, the irritation and impatience apparent in her tone.
Alex nodded and handed her driver's license back to her. Danielle approached
and placed her Pepsi on the counter as well.

"Will there be anything else?" Alex inquired politely. Danielle and Tiffany
exchanged knowing glances.

"Yeah, actually," Danielle replied.

"What else?" Alex asked. His heart skipped a beat when she pulled a revolver
from her purse and pointed it directly at his face.

"Oh, just the register key," Danielle said casually. Alex stared at the gun in
his face, unable to find words. This was the first time he had ever had a gun
turned on him in his life. He struggled to speak despite his growing terror.

"I-" he stammered. He swallowed, then tried again. "I only have forty dollars
in the register."

"Did I ask how much money?" Danielle snapped. "Just give us the key." Tiffany
only watched, smiling to herself. Alex placed the key on the counter, and
backed away quickly.

"That's it," Danielle said, and motioned to the door behind the counter which
led to the employee's only restroom. "In there."

Alex cooperated, walking through the door with Danielle and Tiffany right
behind him.

"Lay on the floor, face down," Danielle ordered. He complied, trying to keep
his face from touching the dirty restroom floor. His hands were tied behind him
with an abundance of cord, and his feet were tied as well. He was turned over,
and once face-up he saw Tiffany and Danielle looking down at him. Danielle had
put away her pistol, as she no longer needed to use it.

"You won't get away with this," Alex said, and the two exchanged smiles.

"Yes we will," Tiffany said matter-of-factly.

"Someone will catch you sooner or later," Alex threatened. "It's only a matter
of time!"

"Wait," Tiffany said, as a realization hit her. "You know my name. We can't
just let you go."

"We can work out something then," Alex pleaded. "If you let me go, you have my
word not to tell anyone who you are!"

"No, can't do it," Danielle countered, shaking her head.

"Then what the fuck am I supposed to do?"

"Supposed to do?" echoed Danielle.

"What language," Tiffany commented.

"I know," Danielle agreed. "A filthy mouth like that belongs in the toilet."
They exchanged glances, and soon enough, Alex found himself being dragged into
the stall and positioned over the toilet bowl in no time. He gazed down into
the water, and was grateful that he had at least flushed the last time he had
used it, though the toilet was still not exactly clean.

"Have a big drink," Tiffany said.

"Wait! I-" Alex began to protest, but Danielle shoved his head into the cool
water of the toilet. He wasn't prepared, and his mouth and nose quickly filled
with the sour toilet water before he could manage to hold his breath. A few
seconds later, she pulled him out coughing and sputtering.

"Tasty?" Danielle asked. "Here, have some more." She pushed his head underwater
once again, but this time he was prepared. She held him under longer this time,
though, and his face was pressed against the feces-stained porcelain. After
about half a minute she allowed him to come up for air.

"Please let me-" Alex began, but Danielle forced his head into the toilet bowl
a third time. He struggled, but it was no use, and he found himself running out
of air. The water started circulating around his head, and drained out the
bottom, and he pulled back out of the toilet. He saw that Tiffany had flushed
it.

"Now are you going to use filthy language like that toward us anymore?"
Danielle asked. The anger and humiliation was getting the better of him, and
Alex felt a sudden surge of rage toward them.

"Fuck you," he said contemptuously. "Fuck you both." In response Danielle made
him take another gulp of toilet-water, and let him up a few seconds later.

"I guess we'll have to try something else," Tiffany commented. They looked at
each other again, and Tiffany smiled.

"We know what to do now, don't we?" Tiffany asked Danielle, and they both
dragged him back out of the stall and deposited him on the restroom floor.

"We'll get rid of your nasty language once and for all," Danielle said as
Tiffany began looking around, searching for something.

"No bars of soap," Tiffany said, a bit disappointed. "Just a liquid soft soap
dispenser."

"That'll work!" Danielle exclaimed. They positioned Alex's head just under the
dispenser until his mouth was just below it.

"Open up," Tiffany told Alex. Alex gasped. They were going to try to make him
drink it! He refused, keeping his mouth closed. Danielle grabbed his crotch and
squeezed with painful strength, and he yelped. Danielle pressed the button on
the soap dispenser, and floods of liquid soap poured into Alex's mouth. He
gagged and spat it out immediately. He felt a sharp pain in the back of his
head as the butt of Danielle's pistol crashed into his head. He slumped
forward, and she delivered another blow with even more force, leaving him dazed
and on the verge of unconsciousness.

"I guess we forgot to tell him he was supposed to swallow," Danielle mentioned.

"I think there's someone else out there in the store," Tiffany said after a
pause. Danielle walked over to the door, opening it slightly and peeking out.
She went out to the store front, disappearing for a couple of minutes, then
returning.

"They're gone now," called Danielle, walking back into the room with a plunger.
Alex looked at her, trying to figure out what she was doing, but he couldn't
concentrate very well at this point. Perhaps the sharp blows to the head had
something to do with it.

"Why not have a bit of fun with him before we go?" Danielle said, and Tiffany
laughed.

"That's what I was thinking!" she said. Together they pulled Alex's pants down,
and his underwear as well, exposing him. He was turned over onto his face
again.

"You'll have to learn," Danielle told him. "If you don't do just what we tell
you, you're going to pay for it." To his utter shock, Danielle shoved the
handle end of the plunger straight into his ass, pushing it as far as it would
possibly go. He gasped at this, the wooden handle probing deep into him.

"And we're the ones who call the shots right now," Danielle finished. She
withdrew the plunger somewhat, then rammed it in even harder. Alex cried out in
pain, and Danielle continued doing so.

"How does it feel to be raped, little boy?" she asked as she pumped him
aggressively with the plunger. He managed to muster the strength to gasp some
curses, and Tiffany was beside him in a heartbeat. She grabbed his hair,
yanking his head up from the ground.

"Didn't we just tell you about that?" she snapped, and Alex could see she was
holding a toilet brush in one hand. It was thoroughly worn and in need of
replacement, as it had been well-used. The brush itself was covered with crust
and goo from past maintenance efforts.

"Say ahh," Tiffany said, cramming the full head of the toilet brush into his
mouth. It was wet and soggy, and tasted absolutely revolting. He choked and
gagged as Tiffany scrubbed his mouth out with it, all the while being plunger
pumped forcefully by Danielle.

He passed out twice, both times being violently jolted back to reality to
continue the procedure. Eventually Danielle desisted with the plunger, removing
it from his anus, and he sighed in relief through the brush filling his mouth.
Tiffany withdrew the brush as well, and Alex spat. He would probably never get
the taste out...

"Oh, it was a dirty brush, wasn't it?" Tiffany asked innocently, looking at the
brush she had just used on him. "Silly me. Well, that must taste awful. Want me
to wash it out with soap?" Alex was hesitant at this suggestion.

"Say yes or it's up the ass with the plunger again," Danielle whispered.

"Yes," Alex said, his voice faint in his weakness from the ordeal. Tiffany went
to the soft soap dispenser and pressed the button, holding her hands under the
device to receive massive globs of liquid soap.

"So I lied," Danielle shrugged. She rammed the plunger back into Alex's ass,
this time with renewed effort, causing him to cry out in pain. She smiled.

Tiffany moved near him again, lathering up her hands with the soap, and
proceeding to scrub his mouth out. He now began tasting soap as she cleaned
him, but it was at least better than the nausea-inducing flavor of the toilet
brush.

And of course, they rinsed his mouth out in the toilet.

"I think maybe he's learned now," Danielle said, looking at Alex's form lying
on the floor, still bound helpless.

"Well, then let's take our money and go!" Tiffany said. Together they left, and
Alex was left in the bathroom floor, undiscovered until hours later when the
employee scheduled to work later that day arrived to relieve him.

"And I thought I was having a shitty day!" the employee exclaimed, finding the
register empty and Alex on the bathroom floor, tied up, with his pants pulled
down to his ankles.

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