Quitting Another Job

“You quit again? What the fuck, Sally-Anne! That’s the second job this month. How are you gonna contribute to bills if you can’t hold down a job?”

Pa was really mad. He was hollering at me from just an arm’s length away, spittle flying from his lips. He was fit to be tied when I came home early from my job at the gas station. I tried sneaking in the door, but he was always around and watching for intruders, when he wasn’t watching my younger sister, Lulu. She didn’t need watching, but he kept his greasy eyes on her anyways, and sometimes his hands, too.

Pa tried that with me a few years ago, starting when I was Lulu’s age, or maybe younger. When I filled out at 19, he started staring at my boobs. I took to wearing loose sweatshirts, and never wore a tight top again. The last time he’d stared, I told him I’d pour sugar in his gas tank if he looked at me like that again, and he laid off. He loved that car more than me, it seemed. Lulu started getting her figure around the same age, too, and Pa noticed. The women in our family were late bloomers, said Ma, but when we did, we bloomed big. Big boobs, big hips, big ass. Not a model figure, we were too full everywhere for that, but we weren’t huge, either. It sure got us a lot of attention, but neither me nor Lulu wanted any part of it. We’d talked about that a few times, and we both felt that if boys didn’t notice us before, when we had no figures, they obviously didn’t care about us as people. They just wanted to bury their faces in our tits. We were happier keeping out of all that, so neither of us had ever dated.

I just wanted to get a job that would let me move out. Pa said it wasn’t right for a girl to live on her own. He said either I lived with family, or a husband.

He couldn’t stop me, though. If I hid enough money, I’d move across town and he couldn’t do nothing about it. I’d take Lulu with me too, if I could.

I never understood why Ma didn’t step in. She saw Pa trying to feel up Lulu and said nothing. I tried asking her once, and she muttered something about needing a break from it herself. She was a cold-hearted mother, I realized. My family, aside from Lulu, were nothing but a disappointment; selfish and disgusting. Lulu’s twin, Luke, wasn’t any better. He stayed out a lot, either with the guys on his football team or sleeping his way through all the cheerleaders. When Lulu would cry out to him for help the odd time he was home, he just laughed. Lulu tolerated a lot more than I did, though, and confessed that she didn’t see how she could get out from under Pa’s thumb, so she may as well let him do what he wanted. He didn’t try that with her when I was around, though. He knew I’d step in and tell him off.

I applied everywhere I could in our town, but there weren’t a lot of jobs for someone with just their high-school diploma. I had the grades to get into college, just barely, but Ma and Pa wouldn’t let me go. I didn’t get any scholarships, so even if I stayed home, I’d be struggling to pay for tuition. Ma and Pa had no money to help out, even if they wanted to. What little they had went towards Luke’s tuition. I think they wanted me trapped at home. My only hope was to find a decent job that didn’t need a degree or certificate, and get a place for me and Lulu, if I could convince her to leave.

That was proving harder than I thought. I’d had a dozen jobs over the last two years, plus a couple I’d held while in school, and I’d quit each one. Sometimes I lasted a few days, sometimes a couple of months, but they all ended the same way. My boss would try to grope me. Some of them held out for a while, just trying to talk me into going in the storage room or back home with them. One of them even brought me gifts, and gave me a raise. After a while, depending on their level of patience, they’d give up trying to convince me, and tried just taking what they wanted.

I’d get pulled into their office and bent over their desk, then they’d try to pull down my pants. They’d grab my boobs when I was in the lunch room making coffee, shoving me against the counter and mashing me with their rough hands while rubbing their gross hard-ons against my ass. One of them even shoved me against the staff lockers and crammed his hand down my pants to feel my pussy.

Every time, I shoved them off and quit on the spot. No job was worth getting groped, or maybe even raped. This town was full of disgusting men, and no girl was safe from their grasping hands. The cops were no help. They were just as grabby, maybe even more so.

I had to explain to Pa yet again why I’d quit.

“Pa, Mr. Jenkins was grabbing my ass every time he passed me. He said he was gonna fuck my ass whether I wanted it or not. I had to quit!” Why did I even bother trying to explain to Pa? He wasn’t a protective sort of father, who’d go knock the block off of any man who’d touch his little girl.

“Of course he grabbed your ass, Sally-Anne. You’ve got a backside any man would want to dig his hands and dick into. Maybe he’d even marry you and take you off my hands. You should beg for your job back and let him have whatever he wants.”

“Fuck,