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"Dan," waved over Andy when I reported to work on Wednesday. Andy was the manager.
I took a halting step forward because a four year old boy dashed heedlessly through. When the path looked relatively clear, there was always the chance for another child to race by, I headed over to Andy.
"Dan," said Andy. "This is Elizabeth." He pointed at the slender brunette standing observantly next to him. "She starts today and she's going to be your closing help."
At last! This last week at Kids Super Fun Zone was awful since Liz Landers left. Andy assigned other workers to help, but nobody liked staying late to close. All they did was grumble and two nights out of the last five, the person forgot to stay. I didn't mind closing. Yes, you stayed late and there were disgusting messes to clean up sometimes, but after the noise and commotion of a zillion frenetic kids, the quiet of clean up and prepping the place for tomorrow was peaceful.
"Elizabeth," said Andy. "This is Dan. He's my late manager. You'll be working directly for him."
"I go by Liz. Nice to meet you." She extended her hand in that limp girl way.
"Hi," I replied. I shook her hand. It felt awkward because a guy has no other option but to shake a girl's hand in the girl way.
We parted. Andy got Liz up to speed. She would start as a hostess today and greet the incoming guests. In future days she could be anything from a hostess, cashier, waitress, or work the prize counter. I did the same jobs during open hours.
When it became closing time at 9 PM, every employee on the shift helped the customers put a final ending to the night. Sometimes, the customers were still eating our pizza. The kids gobble it up, but kids will eat their boogers and the gum they find stuck under the table. I tried the pizza the first day I worked here. I bring my own food now.
By 10 PM at the very latest, it was just me and someone else. Our crew had already cleaned up the bulk of everything like clearing the tables. Vacuuming, cleaning toilets, and wiping down all the games were essentially what was left. We do a little set-up, but the early crew will handle most of that.
By 9:45 tonight, it was only me and the new girl, Liz. Strange that she was another Liz but it wasn't like it mattered.
One of the things I looked most forward to assigning to Liz was cleaning the play tubes. It was hot in the tubes. I couldn't understand how kids could spend so much time in them. I played in tubes when I was a kid but that didn't mean I understood what their appeal was now that I was older.
The problem with giving Liz the task tonight was that she was in a skirt. Nobody explained the optimal dress code before she showed up for work.
"You need to wear pants," I informed. "You will need to climb up into tubes and clean them out." We both turned to look up at the plastic monstrosity. "You never know what you might find up there. Kids will throw up or wet their pants."
She wrinkled her nose in distaste.
Exactly!
She asked, "Don't the kids tell you when it happens or if they find something up there so it can be cleaned up right away?"
"They're kids. All they think about is playing."
"They're probably boys. They just change what the one thing they think about when they grow up."
"What?" I didn't quite comprehend what she said.
"Wear pants. Got it."
"It doesn't happen that often," I further explained, "but you have to be prepared. You don't want to be sliding your bare skin over what some kid left up there."
She looked attentive. Hopefully it translated into a good worker.
"How old are you?" I asked.
"Sixteen. What about you?"
"Seventeen," I said.
"And you're a shift manager already?"
"For the summer. Once school starts again, I'll cut my hours back. I work full time during the summer."
"Cool!"
"Okay. Start with the vacuuming. I'll start here." I pointed up at the plastic monster. "I like to get it out of the way first thing."
I had fun talking with Liz and getting to know her during the next couple of hours. Liz did an excellent job. We got out before midnight. She was a great choice to replace the other Liz.
The next day was slow which was a Thursday, so Liz and I were able to start our part by 9:30 that night.
"Liz," I said. "I told you to wear pants today." If she thought I was going to clean the tubes every night because she could get out of it by wearing skirts then it wouldn't take long for her to have to find another job.
"I forgot," she said. "I wear skirts all the time. I'm so comfortable in them. I'll still clean up the tubes."
"I'll do it. Just wear pants tomorrow, okay?"
"I'll climb up. I don't mind."
"Tomorrow."
"I'm wearing a skirt tomorrow too," she said.
I frowned at her. What kind of goofball was she? Obviously not one interested in employment. Too bad. I liked her already.
"Look," she said. "If I'm willing to go into the tubes in my skirt what do you care? If I accidentally slide my leg through pee then that's my problem. I appreciate you caring if that is what it is, but as long as it's not against the rules why can't I clean the tubes in my skirt?"
I didn't have a good answer. I simply couldn't imagine going into the tubes in something like a skirt.
"Okay," I said. The first time she slid through something disgusting would change her mind.
"I'm glad you're not some control freak boss. I thought you were a normal guy, but your freaking out over me wearing a skirt made me wonder."
"I'm normal."
"Thanks," Liz said chirpily. She gave me a quick hug as if the action put the topic instantly into the past.
Liz bent down at the opening of the monstrosity. She put her head in. She began to climb up the platforms the kids used to get to the top where all the slides, lookout spots, and buttons that activated whistles and buzzers were. The sound makers were the most hideous noises known to mankind, so of course the kids loved them.
"I'll send out a search party if I don't see you by Sunday," I yelled out.
"Thanks," said her muffled voice.
I saw the cleaning rag on a dining booth. It was much harder to come down by the platforms. You could go down the slides but you wanted to make sure they were clean before you dared do that. I grabbed the rag and poked my head into the opening.
"You forgot the rag," I yelled.
I looked up. I was frozen for a moment. I could see Liz's ass. No, it's not a big deal to see a girl's panties, but Liz wasn't wearing panties. I saw her ass.
She looked down. I held up the rag.
"I'll come down," she quickly said when I took a step to the first platform. "I can't believe you can get into here."
Liz descended surprisingly rapidly. She was slender without too much up top, meaning tits, so she could maneuver considerably easier than I could. Her ass became more in focus as it neared and then I could see her curly hairs. It was too dark to see what I knew was in the middle of her pubes, but that didn't prevent my cock from twitching and hardening because of my imaginative thoughts. She continue to come closer until her skirt was right above me and I undoubtedly could see her pussy. My cock surged. I couldn't help but think about putting my cock inside it.
"Do you have it?" she said. Her hand appeared.
"Yeah," I said. I was knocked back into reality. I put the rag into her hands.
"Thanks," she said. "See you next year."
"Don't worry. You can survive. The red tubes taste like strawberry and the blue ones are blueberry. You don't want to know what the yellow ones taste like."
I watched her ascend so I could continue viewing her pussy and ass. She wouldn't know I saw.
Liz didn't wear panties. Was that why she liked skirts? Did she like the "open air" feel? Apparently so.
Liz and I worked Wednesdays through Sundays and during that time I didn't get a chance to see under Liz's skirt again. She had a climbing technique down and she could get to the top quickly. Seeing her pussy was a one time thing.
It was three weeks since Liz started
"Dan!" she called out from inside the tube. "Dan!"
Liz sounded frantic. I wondered how long she called. I couldn't hear her while the vacuum was on.
"Liz?" I yelled back.
"Dan!" she responded.
"What?"
"I'm stuck."
Stuck? Liz? She was like a snake through the tubes as far as I could tell. When a kid got scared last week, she climbed up and had the little boy back down in a couple of minutes.
"I'll be right up," I shouted.
I found Liz's legs. I found the rest of her too, but her legs were sticking out of the big purple corkscrew slide. The slide turned immediately to the left and the rest of Liz was down in it.
"Liz?" I said. Couldn't she just push back out? I reevaluated her current angle and position. Maybe not.
"Dan," she said sounding relieved.
"Why don't you just slide down?" I asked. She was holding herself up by her hands.
"My skirt. It's caught on something."
I looked around. The skirt wasn't caught on top. I grabbed her right leg and lifted as best I could in the cramped spaces. I couldn't see where her skirt was caught. As I began to put her leg back down, Liz fearfully cried out. She frantically tried to stop her slide down. I grabbed her leg again.
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