Stockroom Slut
By
Kali Lowe
Stockroom Slut
Copyright 2012 Kali Lowe
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Stockroom Slut
Cassie glanced behind her, then sighed. He was watching her again.
Ryan had been a problem ever since he started working at this store. She was his immediate supervisor, but he never listened to her. He barely did any work. He wasn't any good with the customers.
And he was always staring at her.
Every time she adjusted something on a high shelf, standing on her toes with her body arched, he would be there, staring at her chest. When she had to bend down, he would be there, standing far too close behind her when she straightened.
It was becoming a problem, but one she wasn't sure how to deal with. She could go to one of her managers, but they were all men, and they had a history of not giving much weight to female concerns.
She supposed her outfit didn't help. She liked wearing buttoned white dress shirts and black skirts. They were within the dress code for her job, but she supposed the shirts didn't have to be so tight, or the skirts so short. The other girls wore pants. Add to that her light blonde hair and blue eyes, which seemed to draw attention her way all on their own. But she liked dressing this way, and she wasn't going to stop because of one creep.
She glanced over at him. "Ryan? What are you working on?" This was the question that supervisors loved to ask idle employees, and one which most employees quickly learned to answer very carefully.
He shrugged. "Nothing. I was told to help you, so I'm waiting to see if you... you know, need help." His eyes wandered down from her face as he answered, and she was conscious of how tightly the buttons of her shirt strained over her breasts.
She crossed her arms over her chest. "Well, I don't need any help. You should go clean up the hardware department." She pointed to a distant, often ignored corner of the store, which was certain to be a mess that would occupy him for the rest of his shift.
He shrugged. "Sorry, I was told to do this by a manager, and you're not a manager."
Cassie's eyes narrowed as she watched him. Technically, he had a point, but she knew he was lying. She doubted he had been told to do anything. "Whatever. Just keep out of my way," she told him.
She scanned the shelves, making a list of the items that were out of stock. It was mindless work. She was conscious of her pleated skirt swaying around her thighs, showing off her bare legs. The dress code specified leggings, but she'd never bothered to wear them and no one seemed to mind. Really, the skirt wasn't a problem unless she had to get up onto a ladder. Then things could get awkward. Ryan was always around for that too.
He was watching her now. She sighed, ignoring him, her skirt swishing around her legs as she brushed past him. She went out back, printed her list from the computer, then began searching the stockroom for the items she needed.
A few minutes later, she had found a few things and was squatting near yet another box, trying to read the shipping label in the dim light. She was balanced awkwardly on her toes to avoid sitting or kneeling on the dirty floor, her thighs parted.
"Need some help down there?"
Startled, she spun around and fell onto one knee, her bare skin pressed into the gritty floor. She looked up. It was Ryan, of course.
He grinned down at her as she knelt before him. "I have to admit I like you like this, but it's a little improper, don't you think?"
Cassie stood up quickly, her face flushing. She realized she was standing very close to him, but she refused to back off. "Look, I said I don't need any help."
He swayed a little closer, until his chest brushed against her breasts. She stiffened and narrowed her eyes at him, refusing to be intimidated. He smiled. "I know. But I just can't stand the thought of you back here by yourself, wrestling with all these heavy boxes, getting those nice clothes all dirty."
"I'm used to it. Some of us do actual work around here."
"Yeah? Well, let me help for once. I'm tired of you sending me across the store every time I get near you."
She frowned, and let him take her pen and papers from her hands. Had she been too hard on him? Had she really never given him a chance? Perhaps she'd jumped to conclusions.
He glanced at the stack of boxes she'd gathered so far and said, "Let's start checking this stuff off." He pressed the papers to her chest and, using her breasts as a surface, began scribbling. Okay, maybe she had jumped to conclusions, but clearly they were the right ones.
"Stop," she said firmly.
He lowered the papers and frowned down at her. His pen swung idly between two fingers, tapping her on her left tit. She could feel the sharp little plastic impact faintly through her shirt and bra.
"What's wrong?" Ryan asked innocently.
She would not be intimidated by this creep. She rose to her full five and a half foot height as she glared into his eyes, and she took a step toward him, ignoring the sensation of her breasts bumping his chest. "Listen carefully. Two words. Fuck off."
He gaped in mock amazement. "Wow. That's no way for a supervisor to talk. I think I need to talk to the store manager."
She let out an explosive, frustrated sigh. The store manager was the "good old boy" type who always took the male side of any argument. She didn't want to get into this with him. "Don't. Fine. I'm sorry, okay?"
"And?"
She glared at him. "And what? This is kind of crossing the line into sexual harassment, you know. I could get you in real trouble."
He shook his head, his expression serious. "Sexual harassment? Really? This is nothing, baby. I can show you how it works, though."
She backed off, confused. "Um... no, I think I'm okay with that."
"No, I'm serious." He took a step forward, keeping himself on her. "Let's start with those tits." He pushed the end of his pen into her shirt, and she felt the cool plastic trailing along her cleavage until it was stopped by the top button of her shirt. She shivered, goosebumps rising on her skin."They're not huge," he said. "But I like that. They're perfect handfuls. Shit, I remember that day last month when you didn't bother wearing a bra and just wore a tank top under your shirt instead. It didn't make any difference, they were just as perky. I could tell every time your nipples got hard, though. God, that drove me crazy."
Cassie blinked, her mouth slightly open, just listening. She had never heard anyone talk so openly about her body. Did he really find her that hot? Despite herself, she found herself wondering what else he noticed about her.
After a short pause, he obliged. "And that ass." His hand came around, cupping one cheek through her skirt and tugging up on it. "Fuck, that's a tight little ass, baby. Every time you bend over, I just have to stop and stare. I wish I could see you in tight jeans and watch that ass sway when you walk." His hand slid under her skirt and began kneading her firm ass cheek. She felt his fingers pressing into her flesh, the cheek only half covered by her panties. Her body arched almost involuntarily, her ass pressing back into his hand. Her heart was pounding.
He pressed a little closer. "Don't get me wrong, though, I love those skirts. God, you were on this stepladder like two days ago, and nobody was around, so I just had to get down and take a look. You never even saw me. I never would've guessed you were the type of girl who wears thongs, baby. I headed straight for the bathroom and jerked off picturing that little black thong hugging your plump mound. When I came, I thought of my cum shooting all over that thong and soaking through to your pussy." He sighed wistfully. "God, your pussy. I've never even seen it and I'm in love with it. If it's as tight as the rest of your sexy little body, it's got to be amazing."
She shivered, and realized she was turned on. When did that happen? Her lips were slightly parted, her breath coming in quick, quiet puffs. Her nipples were stiff, and she felt a familiar tingling sort of ache between her legs. She told herself to calm down. It would take more than a little dirty talk to get under her skirt.
"And that mouth," he went on steadily. "You've got such a sweet little mouth. Every time you bitch at me, I imagine those lips wrapped around my fat cock while I watch you suck me off." He stared at her for a moment, then both of his hands slid up, the pen falling from his fingers, as he took hold of her shoulders. "Do that right now and I won't talk to the manager," he whispered.
He pushed down gently, and she sank down to her knees obediently. Fumbling, hardly believing what she was doing, her fingers went to his pants and tugged them open. His cock was hard in his boxers, and she drew it out, her small fingers wrapping around the thick shaft. He groaned and gripped her hair tightly, tugging on the blonde locks.
She hesitated, looking up at him. She knew that once she did anything with him, there would be no going back. It's not like he would ever forget. He would hold it over her. He would probably tell all of his friends in the store, and it would get back to the managers, and--
"Lick it," he ordered, derailing her train of thought. She blinked up at him, her blue eyes wide, then she leaned forward, her tongue pushing out from between her lips, and gently touched it to the tip of his shaft.
His fingers tightened in her hair as he felt her warm, wet tongue make contact with his hard flesh. She took his tighter grip as a signal, and she swirled her tongue wetly over the smooth helmet of his dick, coating it with her saliva. He groaned, his cock already throbbing. Holding her blonde hair tightly. he pushed his hips forward slowly.
She grunted softly as she felt the swollen head of his cock forcing her lips open. Her tongue glided along the underside of his shaft as it pushed into her warm wet mouth. She could sense his heartbeat in every throb of that thick shaft.