Christmas Party

Our school was a big advocate for having us apply for internships or service jobs, something about building skills and confidence. It was always farm work, fast food, or grocery store. Me though? I thought it was a blast getting a job at one of our movie theaters, what kid wouldn't at 15? Most of what I did was stock or clean between shows, but eventually I started helping with drinks and popcorn. But really I just loved all the newness and talking to people.

I held the job for most of high school, but things got really interesting right around holiday. Like, okay, I wasn't so new there after a couple months but not everyone really knew me either. It didn't help I was so small and easily hidden. Well, at the peak of the season, the theater was gonna have a Christmas party for the staff at a lodge or house and one of the bosses invited me, which was like a shock because I didn't think I mattered. One of the cashiers and buddy warmed me up to it and told me I need to bring my A-game and show them what our popcorn mascot lives up to her name!

Don't judge ಠ_ಠ

I actually got permission from my parents, and because I couldn't resist I even got myself a super cute red santa dress and hat. Perfectly PG and pure cuteness, jesus approved!

I got picked up for the car pool and just wow, I was fawning over the compliments I got like I was just another treat. I was having a blast, well, maybe too much of a blast because nobody told me no about the "fruit punch" and just people weren't treating me like some school kid, just a short bundle of joy.

Well, all things can't be perfect, because while I mostly spent my time around my bunch of work friends, I kept meeting new people, most of all one of the managers who was all decked out in his suit and kept giving me compliments. He was, how do I say, dreamy in that adult way. He was super nice to me like I was still new and no word about my age or school. At some point it just sort of turned into flirting and just, I didn't want it to stop. Mr handsome here giving me and my christmas dress all the attention when grown women or some boss's trophy wife, well I loved it. And when he started to see about going somewhere in the back, I just went with it.

Now it wasn't exactly a pro but I wasn't a first timer, but oooooh I was lost in it when we were making out, and things just kept going further and further. Well, as far as sex can go I guess. I wasn't as big of a fan of some of the talk like I was just another new girl, or him finishing in me which was a big first and surprise. He sort of just cleaned up and left, and I did my best to fix my messy hair and dress, but whatever.

Story doesn't exactly end there though. I just, idk, when I went back out to the party I was just wanting to move past and didn't realize booze hits hard. And of course, the moods.

That was when I started talking with some other folks, and well, got a little flirty too. But my buddy got worried and started to big brother me around and ended up dropping me of home, no funny business.. not that I didn't try.

Anyways my little stunt sort of let loose some rumors like if I did something, or maybe it's not smart to leave open liquor around a kid?

The suit guy though? The manager? He never messed with me after that. I think he started to avoid me too. I guess figuring things out was a bit too much of a scare should people find out.

On an off note, two years later I kind of was having a relationship-lite with my cashier buddy even though he was into his late 20s by then. Some stuff happened, but he was always chill about it and we were more like gossip friends with benefits on the side, hold the salt.