We finished eating, and I commented how I had never had a chicken-fried steak sandwich before, or gravy on french fries. They all laughed at me realizing that I had lived here my whole life, and never knew these existed within ten minutes of my job.
“It’s all good Amigo. Now, are you ready to have some fun on your last day at work?” Eze asked.
“Sure, what are we going to do?” I said curiously.
“We, my friend are going to do nothing! They are going to take the reins from here.” Eze stated as he climber in the front seat, and showed me where to pull over behind a bank. “Hop in the bank Amigo, and enjoy!”
“Okay.” I said, uncertain of what was next. “Where do you want me?”
Ashley and put pulled me onto the bench seat, and began ripping the buttons off my shirt. They loosened my tie, and pulled my shirt, and my t-shirt over my head and threw it on the floor, while they giggled. “Pooh,” Ashley said, “I don’t like that Sheila girl at all! You are too good for her, so we’re going to have some fun! Just sit back and relax!”
Christina pulled out the big bottle of baby oil, and began squirting it all over my bare chest and arms. “Wow, you have a lot of hair on your chest and arms Pooh! I love it!” She said while rubbing the baby oil in.
Ashley took one side, and Christina took the other. It was exciting and relaxing to have to pretty girls rub all over my chest. I wanted to fall asleep from the heavy lunch and jump up and run away so that I wouldn’t get the blue balls again.
Ashley looked at me while she was rubbing the oil on my chest and said, “Pooh, we’re doing this because we like you, and we want to teach that cunt a lesson!”
Eze interrupted with a huge smile, “Ya see Pooh, Sheila is a bitch, and everyone knows it. She has treated you like dirt for years, and you have been a perfect gentleman. So, we decided to make her realize what she could have had, but will never get, and that’s you Amigo! They’re lubing you up, and ripping buttons off for a reason.”
While Eze was talking the girls were putting on two different shades of bright red lipstick, and began to kiss my face and neck. Christina grabbed my shirts and helped me back into them while Ashley continued to kiss me all over.
Eze continued, “You’re gonna walk back in there with a big-ass, shit-eatin’ grin on your face, and say absolutely nothing, to anyone! I mean that Amigo…nothing! Just finish out the next four hours and enjoy all of the stories that everyone are creating about you in their heads. The mind can create some crazy shit! Stuff that you and I could never make up, so just allow it to percolate for awhile, and then clock out and leave.”
I really did not want to go back to work. This was amazing! I had never been touched by a girl with my shirt off before, and now there were two! I agreed to go along with their plan, but I didn’t think that it would work. I had baby oil running down my butt crack, and I was all squishy. It was not a comfortable feeling. The baby oil was on so thick that it had soaked through both of my white shirts and was dripping off of me.
I drove around to the front of the store and everyone got out. Eze said “Come back out when you get off, we have plans. Remember, don’t say anything, to anyone. Act like your normal self!”
Ashley and Christina escorted me into the store, and took turns long kissing me by the manager’s vault. “Bye Pooh, you were absolutely amazing. The best ever!” as they walked out and got into the truck with Eze and waved while they drove away.
I turned to walk into the vault, and James was standing there with a stack of reports about ready to fall out of his hands with his mouth wide open. I remembered what Eze had told me, so I just walked right by and clocked in.
“Wow, who were those girls Steph? They are gorgeous! What do I smell? Why are you glistening? he asked in disbelief.
I smiled and walked out, “It’s baby oil!”
Sheila was standing outside of the door nervously tapping her foot. I walked by and nodded, but she grabbed my arm “Steph, I want to apologize for how I have acted toward you. What is on your arm? Is that lipstick on your shirt?”
I looked her right in the eye, smiling and bluntly said “Baby oil!” Then I casually walked away, to check on my departments.
When I walked into the cooler to check on the milk shipment Scotty was in there stocking. “What’s up Steph? Heard from everyone that you had a great time at the party! I didn’t know that you were such a wild man! You have big balls dude!”
“What’s up Scotty?” I reached out to shake his hand, “I really, really need to thank you for not giving up on me. You have changed my life forever, and I just want to say thank you, and apologize for judging you, and thinking that you were just a pothead.”
Scotty was shaking my hand and smiling when he held our hands up to the light, “Dude, no problem. What is that all over your arm? Is it that hot outside? And…for the record, I am a pothead!”
I released our handshake and turned to walk away, and looked back at him smiling, “It’s baby oil, shhh!” I gave him a wink, and a smile, and walked out of the cooler. I could hear him laughing and saying “You rock man! You’re the shit!”
I was beginning to understand the ploy that Eze and the girls had cleverly concocted, and began to embrace my new image. I had confidence now, and it was refreshing.
I continued to work my shift over the next few hours, but found that I had to make frequent stops to the bathroom. I had to keep using paper towels to sponge up some of the baby oil from my skin. It had soaked through my underwear and socks. I could see a trail everywhere that I walked through the store. My biggest concern was that someone was going to step in my oil spill and slip and fall.
I continued to try and not talk with anyone else the rest of my shift, but I could see that they were all talking about me. I couldn’t help but laugh a little inside. I was actually being mischievous, and it was fun.
I caught several glimpses of Sheila pouting, and every time that she attempted to come and talk with me, and found something to do in the other direction. I was hoping that maybe she would begin to feel what I had felt for the past few years, but when I thought about it, I didn’t care anything about what she thought. She didn’t matter any more. I was done with her!
My shift had finally come to an end, and I couldn’t clock out fast enough. I got in my minivan and drove home to get cleaned up.
I climbed in the shower and tried to wash the oil off but it wasn’t working. I did have a hairy chest, and arms, and legs, so I always washed my whole body with shampoo. Only now, it wasn’t working. I was still slippery. I jumped out of the shower and ran to the kitchen, and grabbed some dish soap. I read the label and it said degreaser on it, so it might actually work.
I then heard the front door open, and my mom was standing there and staring at me dripping wet, and naked in the kitchen with a bottle of dish soap. “Mom, I can explain, just not right now.” I ran back to my shower covering myself the best that I could along the way.
I got back in the shower and started showering with the dish soap, and it worked! I used about half of the bottle getting everywhere cleaned out, especially between my cheeks.
“Stephen, please tell me what’s going on? Are you okay? I saw your work clothes, and they are covered in baby oil and lipstick.” My mom said standing in my bathroom.
I poked my head out laughing and said, “It’s great, isn’t it?” I love my mom. She always trusted me, and respected me. I had no problem telling her about everything that had happened within the last day. She just sat on the counter with her back against the mirror, and her arms around her legs with her chin on her knees giggling from time to time.
“I’m so happy that you’re not gay Stephen. Not that I have anything against those that are, but I always imagined you having a wife and kids, and me getting to be a grandma, and not having to worry about bills everyday.” she said.
“I know Mom. I am sorry for not being more of a man sooner. Eze is different. He is so much more than I could ever be. He is confident, and strong, and smart, and just a man. I hope that some of that will rub off on me. I’m not sure what is going to happen on this trip, but I am hoping to find some direction for my future. I’m done, can I have that towel please?”
My mom was so sweet. She grabbed the towel and tossed it at my face laughing, “I have always known that you were a good person Stephen. So, whatever you find out there, let it be a better you, and someone else.”
“Yes Ma’am,” I said when I had finished drying off and had my towel around me. “I need to get dressed, and go back out there to help get ready for our trip.”
“I know son. I trust you, just be careful.” She kissed me on the forehead, and walked out.
I got dressed, and kissed her goodbye and drove back to Welborn.