The Night Clerk (Original Story)

Silver lived in a small town with a population of less than three hundred. The country county’s main features were its four churches, three gas stations, two donut shops, and one large liquor store.

Next to the liquor store was the nicest of the gas stations, AKA the only one without suspicious expiration stickers, and a clean enough bathroom.

Silver walked along the side of the road to partake in her nightly activities, which included wearing nothing more than her shoes. This would have been a problem, especially considering it was the middle of the night, but she was fortunate enough to be a witch with the power to turn invisible.

The town knew her as the infamous “Silver Streaker” thanks to her once slate-gray, metal colored hair. It was now its natural white, but Silver found it ironic how they nailed her name. You know I can feel what you feel, right? It’s gross how turned on you are right now.

“It’s not gross. I’m an adult woman with a healthy libido,” Silver snapped back, walking up invisible to the glass door entrance. There were a few trucks getting gas, but no one seemed interested in walking into the store itself. She couldn’t very well open the doors while invisible, but the threat of someone seeing her was enough to keep her excited.

She had held out on doing anything like this for months now. Being possessed by a demon was a bit of a turn off, but at this point she didn’t care anymore. Vexor had already proven he couldn’t fully take control of her without her permission, and she wasn’t about to provide such consent after how he threatened her last time.

Finally, a fat man in a cowboy hat went in to pay for his fuel with cash, mumbling something about how credit cards are stupid, and the world should go back to paying for everything with paper, or better yet gold. Silver rolled her eyes at the human’s rambling, but managed to follow behind him before the door shut. Once inside, she watched the familiar clerk anxiously.

The clerk’s name was Justin, and he was tattooed head to toe. The night employee greeted the man with disinterested eyes, nodding his head along as he ranted. When the transaction was complete, Silver was thankful to finally be left alone with her favorite victim.

Justin had seen Silver more times than she could remember in his time working here. She got off on flickering her invisibility off, flashing the university graduate when he least expected it.

Only, he and the company were getting smarter. Their security cameras actually worked now, and he had been religiously spreading his theories about a ghost around town for long enough now that it was starting to gain her traction as a local legend.

Why do you like him so much? I thought you were only into girls.

Silver bit her lip. She did only like girls, but she couldn’t very well explain that to Vexor in headspace at the moment, so instead she made her way to the soda fountain. Another big reason she was here was for her favorite drink, blackberry fizz. When Justin wasn’t looking, she grabbed a cup and turned it invisible along with her. She then placed it under the soda dispenser.

He continued scrolling on his phone, and she waited for him to make his move. He always did the same thing when he thought he was alone.

A mere moment passed, and the store’s speakers were overtaken by hard rock and heavy metal. Silver grinned, taking her chance to fill her cup for a free drink. Once it was procured, she took it to the corner out of habit, and eyed the cameras. Thankfully human technology hadn’t caught her yet. They couldn’t see the cup, or its contents. The only thing they could see was a cup disappearing, along with soda splashing into nothingness.

Silver knew they’d blame it on something silly. She scoffed at how stupid humans could be. They would often try to make sense of what they couldn’t understand with the most absurd explanations to keep things fitting in their tiny boxes, all so they didn’t have to accept the truth that they didn’t know.

Humans aren’t that dumb, you know.

Silver’s brow furrowed as she focused. I’m getting sick of your constant input. You’re killing my mood. Please, Vexor. I need this. I haven’t gotten off properly since you possessed me, and at this point I don’t care that you’re here. Just shut up, and never speak of this again.

Silver’s face relaxed, but her headache started right on que. Communicating inside her head took a lot of effort, and it made her magic unreliable. Thankfully, she was still in control, and she gulped down the fizzy drink greedily.

“Ahh,” she gasped, thankful for the music’s cover. Once done, she creeped over to the trash can, and set the gup inside it as gently as she could. Justin was none the wiser, his eyes closed and his head banging.

Silver thought it was cute how into it he was this time.

She then walked up to the counter, and prepared herself. The second his eyes opened, she’d flash him. He never knew how to react, and the excitement always got her worked up. She was ready to masturbate in front of him the second she got the chance.

She smirked. If only he could see the full show. The anticipation was driving her mad. He was taking too long, and Silver could feel herself dripping with anticipation. She was really starting to feel like a pervert with how wet she was getting.

Wait, Silver. This guy looks familiar.

What do you mean? I’ve literally never brought you here. Silver focused back on headspace.

I swear, he looks familiar. The whole reason I helped you escape hell was because I wanted something. This is what I want. Ask him if he knows her.

Her?

Ruren, Silver. The reason I’m here.

Oh, her. Silver’s eyebrows furrowed as her head pulsed. Still, she maintained use of her power.

She’s really important to me, Silver. Just ask him if he knows her.

Alright, alright. It’s just. I’m kind of… not supposed to be here. Silver tried explaining. Her family didn’t normally interact with outsiders, and the fact that she traveled to town alone was strictly against their code.

I get that, but please. Do this one thing, and I’ll let you do your thing as much as you’d like… no interruptions.

Silver sighed. I’m naked, Vex. I can’t just ask…

The music paused. “Uhh, can I help you?”
Silver looked down at her pale flesh, and then up at Justin. “You can see me, can’t you?”

“You’ve been standing there a while now. You’re not cold? I mean, I guess it is the middle of summer, but… wait a second.”

“No, please,” Silver whispered her plea, praying he wouldn’t connect the dots.

“ARE YOU THE SILVER STREAKER? OH MY GOD. HANG ON, LET ME GET MY EQUIPMENT.” Justin’s words went off rapid-fire. Silver couldn’t make sense of them, but she could see him grab his phone. She glanced up at the security monitor’s screen. It could see her naked body, clear as day.

Silver cursed, and then called out, “Wait, I’m not her! I just walked in here. I liked your… music. I could hear it from outside, and I couldn’t resist coming closer.” Her face turned red.

It didn’t matter. The cameras were still recording her. She needed to find a way to delete the footage, or she was screwed.

Silver could tell by Justin’s eyes he still wasn’t convinced, so she went on, “Umm… I also think your hair looks pretty. And your tattoos, they’re nice...” She winced at her words.

Smooth.

Shut up.

“Really? They’re from my favorite bands. Wroughting Corpse, Alleviated Masses, and Electronic Grease.” He slid his hand over his body, explaining how he got each and every one. He even pulled his shirt up to show off a few more.

Silver was just thankful there weren’t anymore trucks in the parking lot. There was only Justin’s car, and the abandoned vehicle with a hundred stickers on it.

“So, you’re sure you’re not a ghost?” he said eventually. His eyes were still studying her, seeming to pierce through her body. It took everything in her to not cover her breasts, and pretend that she was casual about it.

“Would you even know if you weren’t a ghost?” he soon added. Silver didn’t know how to respond. She tried to see it through his eyes, but no matter how she looked at it, he definitely thought she was crazy. There was a naked girl there suddenly, and he was probably thinking the night was going to go a certain way if she didn’t come up with something good, and fast.

“I-I’m not a ghost. Here, I can prove it. I really need to pee. Ghosts can’t pee, right?” Silver found herself needing to explain more, even though every fiber of her being was screaming at her to shut up. “I also don’t believe in clothes, but there were wild animals outside, so I was hoping… to find shelter.”

“Oh yeah,” Justin surprisingly nodded along. “Those coyotes will get ya, and I do suppose ghosts can’t pee. Just so you can have a little privacy, here’s the girl’s bathroom key.”

She nodded her head timidly, taking the key. As she walked toward the door, she couldn’t help but feel his eyes shamelessly on her ass. She wanted to say something, but she couldn’t fault him for it. Turning the lock, she soon found the door wouldn’t budge.

The more she thought about it, the more she realized she actually did have to relieve herself. She drank a full bottle of water on the way over, and then foolishly downed a large soda afterward.

“Oh shit,” he said, walking over. “I forgot that lock broke. Do you mind using the men’s restroom instead?” A separate set of keys was already in his hand.

“I don’t mind,” Silver lied. She found men gross, especially now that she had one permanently trapped inside her. Still, she was exploring new sides of herself. Realizing she was into exhibition was a big step, but now that she was caught, the mood died. She felt like she lost control of the situation, and with every step she became even more painfully aware of her nudity.

Don’t. She whimpered not at Vexor, but at whatever angry witch god was causing her nipples to harden. The bathroom doors were right by the coolers, and goosebumps were mercilessly racing around her skin.

Ask him about her. Vexor demanded.

“Here, let me open it for you,” he said, pulling the door open.

Silver hesitated. It wasn’t nearly as clean as advertised. “Thanks, but I think I’ll just hold it.”

“Hmm… suspicious,” he said. “If you’re not going to pee, how can you prove you’re not a ghost?” he then asked. He loomed over her a bit, and his hair draped over half of his face. He had more than a few piercings, and just enough muscle to show.

Silver, on the other hand, was becoming a bit more stout. She’d been eating a lot more over the summer thanks to her dad’s training. It made her more curvy than anything. She didn’t hate it, but she missed her old figure sometimes.

She gulped, and another idea popped in her head. “What if I make a purchase? There’s no way ghosts have money.”

“I suppose they don’t, but there is a no shirt, no shoes, no service policy. You’ve at least got shoes on, so I guess it’s okay,” he chuckled, glancing down at her sneakers.

Silver’s hand clawed at her face in embarrassment. “I know it’s weird, but I’d rather just buy a drink and go.” She simply couldn’t handle the awkwardness of it all anymore. She’d just go pee outside, and walk home. She hoped Vexor wouldn’t cause too much of a fuss.

“Okayy, but why do you want to buy a drink when you have to pee?” Justin looked confused.

Silver only blushed. In truth, it was the only thing she could think of that she wanted. As she filled another blackberry fizz, and brought it to the register, he returned to his post. He eyed her suspiciously, and she could guess easily enough that it was because she had no obvious place to procure funds from. Thankfully, she had a few extra shards in her shoes. They were a magic currency, and if Justin recognized them, then she figured maybe she could ask him about Ruren.

She bent over, grabbed a yellow shard, and set it out on the table.

Justin merely stared. “The fuck is this?”

“Ah, my bad,” she said, bending down once more. “Don’t worry, I have human money.” She hoped the phrase would spark something in him, but as she fumbled with her imaginary funds, he only continued to stare.

“You don’t have any money, and you can’t pee,” Justin said, his bored eyes lighting up as a new car pulled up to the gas station. “Oh, what a bummer.” Sarcasm bled through his words.

The black and blue car Silver recognized quite well. It was the human version of an enforcer, a cop car. “I could just leave?”

“You still haven’t proved anything, and you already poured yourself a drink without paying. If you can drink it all in one go, maybe I won’t go outside and report you for both public indecency and theft,” he said, arms propping him up as he leaned down on the counter.

What a sadist. I’m beginning to think you’re a ghost too, Silver. I don’t think he knows Ruren. If you want, I can kill him so we can go?”

“No,” she responded to the demon inside. Justin immediately lost the smug look in his eyes.

“No?” he said, looking a bit bummed out.

“Oh, no. I mean, sure. I can handle it,” she said, taking a large gulp.

The sadistic look returned to his eyes as the carbonated liquid scratched at her throat, rolling a bit down her chin until she’d had enough. With a large gasp, she set it down. Fizzy drinks always made her have to pee faster.

“In one go,” he reminded her. “I ought to make you start over with a full cup, but then we’d waste more product.”

Silver could already feel the desire to pee intensify. When the pangs got this bad, it was usually a bit stimulating, but when it got worse… the pain was unbearable. To her this early feeling wasn’t too different from being turned on. They stacked on each other as she met Justin’s eyes. “Fine.”

She pretended not to care with an eye roll, seizing the cup and letting the angry drink sink down her throat once more. Gulp after gulp, she maintained eye contact with the smirking cashier. She was drinking it so fast she could feel the coolness of the liquid in her nostrils when she breathed.

The styrofoam cup clanged with ice as she slammed it on the counter. “Done,” she said. Her stomach felt a bit bloated, but really it was her bladder that was stretching well beyond what it was used to. The uncomfortable panging sensation clawed at her mind, begging her to pee. She found herself crossing her legs in an attempt to keep it in.

“You’re not done,” he said, taking the cup and shaking it. “There’s still ice in this.”

“Oh, come on!” she seethed, but then looked out to the cop car. The officer was getting out, and soon approaching.

“Oh, alright,” Justin sighed, signaling for her to come behind the counter. “Don’t even think about touching the register.”

“I won’t,” Silver said, accepting his offer graciously. She soon sat beside his feet in a hunched over position. As she hunched over, it was like she was telling her body she was ready to relieve herself. The challenge of holding it in was becoming a lot more difficult.

She found herself clutching her nether tightly, as if it was at all helpful. Ironically, the officer was also coming in to use the restroom. To Silver, this wasn’t a big deal. She wasn’t going to use the men’s room anyway, and when he finally left, her options were still the same.

“I’m not going in after him,” Silver said, head poking out of the counter as she peered at the open restroom door.

“‘Kay, I think I’m finally convinced you’re not a ghost, or the silver streaker with how much you’ve been complaining. But don’t think you’re off the hook. If you don’t finish this drink,” he said, wiggling the glass, “then I’m going to call him back in here.”

“You’re actually joking,” Silver said.

“I’m not,” he confirmed, wiggling the cup again. Silver continued to eye the officer, watching him get in his car and pull away from the gas pump. She smirked, but her face quickly fell when she realized he was parking on the road next to the gas station.

Justin seemed to understand, beaming as if he’d won some grand duel. “He’s been stopping here for a few hours every night. Nice guy. Watches traffic, keeps an eye on me. I like him.”

Silver growled, but obeyed Justin. He was practically her captor at this point. Each cube seemed colder than the last as she allowed it to sit on her tongue until it melted in her mouth. It took a bit, but it wasn’t impossible. When she was finally done, she pulled herself up and peeked at the officer’s car once more.

“I need a favor,” she then said, walking back to the customer side of the counter.

“Anything. As long as it’s entertaining, or gets you to stop bothering me.”

Silver rolled her eyes. “I’ve listened to your demands. All I need is for you to delete the footage of me being here.”

"Hmm,” he said, tapping his chin with his finger as he looked out in the distance. “Yeah, not gonna happen.” His eyes returned to her, not even bothering to hide the fact that he was staring straight at her tits.

“What do you mean not gonna happen?” Silver snapped. She wasn’t above threatening him. If the cop saw, she’d just burn him too. She was caring less and less about consequences with each passing minute.

“I mean I don’t have access to it. Only my boss does. Don’t worry, he won’t review the footage unless I report something,” Justin explained.

“Ah, and you won’t report anything, right?” Silver was the one eyeing him suspiciously now.

“Probably not. As long as you keep doing what I say, that is,” Justin added, unable to give up his power trip.

Okay. Enough of him. Let’s off him, and leave.

No. Realistically, Silver wanted to avoid having another human death on her head. It’d draw way too much attention to her, and her family.

What Silver had forgotten was how unreasonable her urge to piss was growing. The more she avoided thinking about it, the worse it got in the background. She simply wasn’t going to use the men’s restroom, no matter what. She also couldn’t just up and leave. It’d risk Justin reporting her, so no matter his request, she was resolved to follow through, and pray he was a man of his word.

“I want you to pour yourself another drink,” Justin said, finally listing his new demand.

“You’ve got to be kidding me,” Silver cried out, “I’m not a ghost!”

“I know, but I’m not kidding. Relax, it’s on the house. Drink one more cup, and I’ll let you go.”

Silver’s reminder of her urge to pee caused her to have a difficult time walking to the soda fountain. Every step seemed to add pressure to her already full bladder, and there was still plenty she recently drank that hadn’t even started to fill her up.

She was past the point of no return, but hesitantly she poured a cup of water, no longer craving the torture of a fizzy, caffeinated beverage.

“Drink it,” he pressured, leaning on the counter with the smugness that made Silver want to slice his throat. “And hope the cop hasn’t already seen you. The walls are only glass, you know?”

“I’m well aware,” Silver said, chugging the water as quickly as she could. The sooner she drank it, the sooner she could go out, turn invisible, and flee.

As she continued drinking the water, she watched him walk over to the men’s restroom door, and lock it. “You weren’t going to use it anyway, right?”

Silver paused. She wasn’t, but the motion of a locked door made her even more desperate.

“Keep drinking it over there,” he said, pointing to the front door. “I want you out as soon as you’re done.”

Silver hesitated. There was no way she could do that without the cop eventually spotting her naked body plastered all over the glass.

“Come on. Move it, or lose it,” he said. “You’re the one intruding, breaking laws, getting free drinks. I’m just enjoying the show.”

Silver tried, but she couldn’t even take a single step. Her bladder was so full that it was pressing against other things. She derived more than a bit of pleasure from this. There wasn’t enough space in her body to hold all of the liquid. She could feel herself starting to leak.

Justin seemed to notice this. “Just so you know, if you make a mess, you’re going to be the one cleaning up.”

“I’m not going to pee in front of you!” Silver screamed, but at this rate she didn’t know if she believed herself.

“Then keep walking, and pee in front of him,” Justin chuckled, covering his mouth as he pointed toward the door once more.

Silver’s face flushed for the third time. She tried massaging the entrance to her urinary tract, but that only seemed to stimulate her further. The steaming liquid was pressed against her finger, and out of nowhere her knees locked.

“Now this ought to be interesting,” Justin cackled, no longer trying to hide his amusement.

Her thighs became unreasonably warm as racing beads of golden liquid streamed down them. Sudden sprays of piss dripped onto the floor in rapid succession, all until Silver finally gave up, and let herself lose control.

The sprays turned into violent streams, plummeting down to the tile. Silver winced at the sound, harsher than Niagra Falls, worse than any rainstorm she’d ever been in. What disgusted her most was that it splashed back up onto her, and even the counter around her.

She sighed in relief nonetheless. Her locked knees switched to jelly. She found herself grabbing onto the wet counter for support as her body sunk down. It wasn't long until her bare ass was pressed against the mixed feeling of warm piss, and cool tile.

“You’re so lucky I mopped there earlier, or you’d have all natural country mud all over your cheeks,” Justin said, his laugh dwindling as he regathered himself.

It was only then that Silver realized he was, in fact, recording her.

“Delete that now!” she whined, slamming her hands against the wet ground. She hated human technology, wishing she could go back to the dark ages of magic when witches were the only ones in power.

Just say the word, and he’s finished.

“You can’t kill him!” she screamed at Vexor.

“Woah, please don’t kill me!” Justin laughed, no doubt assuming it was all one big joke. “Anyways, no worries. I’m not going to report anything, and this is just for my personal enjoyment later. I’ll give you my spare uniform, so long as you follow through with cleaning up the mess you made.” He motioned to a mop bucket full of soapy water in the corner.

Silver got up with a snarl. “The spare uniform?” she said. She was already sticky, but she wanted to get out of there as soon as possible, so she found herself willing to comply.

“After you mop.”

Silver glared, but went over and grabbed the mop. She cleaned the floor angrily, and when she was done her only reward was a soapy rag. She grunted, scrubbing the counter, and cabinets beneath the soda fountain.

With one last mop, she was finally handed her reward.

“Thanks,” she mumbled. Naturally, he had no bra to give her, or spare underwear. She didn’t think she would have accepted his undergarments anyway. When she was finally done changing in front of him, she had a hard time moving to the door. His uniform pants were way too long, and their overall fit was horrendous. To make matters worse, his paper-thin polo did almost nothing to hide her nipples.

She pushed the door open, resolved to ditch his clothes the second she was free from the cop. To her surprise, a line of customers greeted her.

“Hey, where are you going? My break’s up in two minutes. Get to the register, newbie,” Justin called out, waving for her to return.

Silver’s eyes laid out nervously as the cop reapproached, along with a long line of truck drivers ready to be serviced. Silver gulped. She had no idea how she was going to handle a part time job as an overnight gas station attendant as well as keep up with her duties as a witch assassin in training.