She cautiously walked down the aisle of the factory, taking count of the inventory. Occasionally, glancing pass her frames of her glasses to peek at him. He was slightly older than her, much taller too, which intimidated her. However, what attracted her were his eyes. She admired them. Their strength and intensity, even if he were smiling, which was beauty of its own. She bashfully looked away the moment he turned in her direction. Not sure if he saw her, but it still sent a shiver down her small frame. God was unfair to her body. Breast barely noticeable, an ass meant for a hip-hop dancer and the body the size of a teenager. Most people would say it is a blessing. She was not most people. She was always mistaken for a 16 yr old but she was actually 22. How would she ever get him to notice her with this childish body?
She sighed and continued on her work, making sure to double check her notes. Her boss always praised her workmanship and respected her for taking charge. She was in charge of her own cell, doing what she did best, telling people what to do and how to do it right. On the outside, she was a little firecracker, but deep down she was weak. With Him, being that weakness. She never had the guts to speak to him directly, especially if it was not work related. In addition, she always seemed to quiver when he was near, but tried to hide it from his eyes. "Then why did he seem to always walk this way," she thought to her self. She wasn't the girly -girl type, constantly wore baggy pants and video game t-shirts almost as if they were security blankets. With one exception today, being the day she hangs out with her boyfriend on Wednesdays, she dress cute for him. A sub-conscious way of apologizing for how she felt for another might be the reason. She loved her boyfriend but was turned on by Him. However, her boyfriend would dare not know. She did not want to depart from him, for some crush.
She sighed again, as she stood at her table to calculate her numbers and sensed some one near her. Using her peripheral vision, she glanced to her side and saw him standing there, looking at her. She made a mental shriek. "Did I do something wrong? Is there something on me," she helplessly thought. She looked down at her self cautiously and realized it was Wednesday. She shrugged the thought of him off remembering this is their day. However, she couldn't quite get the thought of him out of her head. Her jeans were tighter than she is used to, maybe making unwanted attention towards her. Her shirt was cute in its own way, being a brighter color than black, which she usually dawns daily. The air became tight against her lungs from the pressuring thought of his glare, so she decided to take a walk and get a drink from the water fountain.
The factory was loud. You couldn't hear much of what people said to you, let alone the footsteps of another. She bent over to take a sip and used her paranoid eyes to scan around her and much to her surprise; there he was waiting in line for his turn. Almost choking on a gulp, she took a second look to see him almost as if he was watching her. She stood up, wiped her lip and calm but franticly walked away. As she did she could hear a snicker from him, which turned her spine to ice. She went to the first place she could think and went to her locker. The way the lockers for the workers were set up were, a small locker sat on top of the same size lockers so that the poor sap who got the lower locker would have to kneel down to retrieve their belongings. She was one of those poor saps. Having difficulty catching her breath, she searched through her things to find her tool she need in her section. "I must have left them behind this morning," she thought. Crouched down in her locker, she shuffled through her slightly messy locker in search for the missing tools.
"Well now, isn't this a sight." A fairly deep voice pierced her ears in hopes it was a friendly face behind those words. She raised her head up to see him again.
"What is he, stalking me," she questioned at the sight of those beautiful eyes looking down at her.
Her eyes hid away back towards the locker in an instant and chuckled as the only response she could give. The memories of him leaning against the locker next to her, arms crossed and that smile were carried away in her mind making her forget why she was in the locker in the first place. She could see his dark blue jean clad legs crossed as well behind her frames. Realizing what he said she leaned back, slamming and locked the door and stood up to walk away very quickly but was halted by his words again.
"My, my, aren't we cute today." Her eyes widen away from him by the sound of his voice.
"Oh no, this could get bad," she thought to herself.
"For your boyfriend again?" He must be very lucky," he said almost sinisterly.
A smile baked on the side of his lips. The only place her eyes can actually look at. Any lower or above made her uneasy. He released the grip of his arms and stood up straight in front of her as, he tauntingly walked to her. Her only reaction was to walk backwards. She looked around and realized the lockers blocked the sight of them from everyone else except behind him. In addition, behind her were nothing but more lockers and a wall.
"You look so nervous. I just want to talk," he explained.
She didn't believe a word of it. His eyes did not match his words. While he was slightly looking up and down her imperfect body. Looking back up at her, "You should wear these kinds of clothes more often. It suits you."
Her mouth opened for the first time to him, "T-thanks but I got to get going." Trying to make a mad dash for the only exit, she jetted towards him.
He moved in front of her and said, 'Whoa, what's the rush, we hardly ever talk." His hand on her shoulder to stop her made her body conflict with its self.
"Look, I have a boyfriend, I'm not interested in anyone else," she explained, which wasn't a total lie.
"Hmm?" he said raising his eyebrow. "That's funny. I seem to recall a certain someone staring at me constantly..." He took a step closer.
"Well I don't, so if you can kindly step aside...," she said making her move again.
"Hmm...," he interrupted. "I want you to tell me again, and look at me when you say it."
"My one true weakness." she thought. She lifted her head as best she could but only made it up to his chin before she panicked. "I..." she began.
"No, no. Up here," he said as he lifted up her head by her chin with the side of his fist. She quivers by the sight of him and try to look away but he had a pretty good grip on her.
"I ...," her eyes welling up.
"Hmm?" he questioned aloud.
"I don't want you!" she said swatting his hand away.
"Maybe I can get the real truth out of you," he said walking continuously closer. Every step he made she made behind her, until her back hit the wall. His hand darted to the side of her head on the wall, making her flinch. "Now now, my dear. I'm not going to hurt you. I just want the truth," he said in a calm voice.
"That is the truth!" she said almost shouting. Then all of a sudden he lifted her head again and without warning, he planted his lip on hers. She struggled under him, making him hold her arms down at their sides pinning her to the wall. The fear became more enjoyable as she feel his tongue trace around hers. He had such power that it became intoxicating. His lips were smooth and warm but strong and forceful.
He than pulled back his lips and looked at her with his head leaning to the side. "Now then..." Her breath was rapid and her hands trembled. Part of her didn't quite believe it. All she could feel was the warm rouge around her face. "Still not sure?" he asked seductively. 'Let me help," he said as he pinned her to the wall with his waist as he whispered in her ear. "How 'bout now?" She yelped in either terror or excitement and could feel his hand slip slower in the front of her jeans as he unbuttoning them. She shirked. "Relax my dear; I am only proving a point, "he whispered. She wasn't sure if he was taunting her but all she knew was that she was frozen with fear. The best she could do was whimper. "Well well," he said. She just notice that his hand made it through her panties. "It seems you were not completely honest." Her body had betrayed her as she stared at his glistening fingertips. "What would your boyfriend say about this?"
"Now that was a taunt for sure," she thought. "W-why?" was all she could muster. He stood up straight and sighed.
"I don't understand. I know what you want yet you're still being stubborn. I have some rough edges to file, I see," he said getting closer again. "Now be a good girl and get back to work, people are worrying," he said rubbing her face with the back of his hand. She maneuvered away not looking back as she walked away from him and heard his final words. "Don't worry my dear, I see you there in a bit." She paused and shivered then walked away back to her station.
She walked back to her table and stood there. Her desk was made so that you had to stand to use it. Just tall enough to rest you're head on when stressed, which she was. 2 min. later, her mind relaxed out of panic mode and began replaying the events through her closed eyes. The images were so vivid; it felt like it was happening again. Her excitement grew stronger the more she thought.
Then she heard a "Hey!" near her ear.
Her head jetted up almost in fear, to see a co-worker in need of aid. "Oh I'm sorry; I was in my own little world." She apologized. The co-worker smiled and explained their problem with their machine. She tried her best to fix the problem but to no success. As she flipped the light on for further aid from the maintenance, she realized that, "He might come for the light." Panicking she looked for an alternative. I could still feel his fingers running down my clit. The excitement grew inside her. "How could he just touch me there like that?" she thought. She could even smell him on her still.
"My, my, aren't you quite flushed?" he whispered in her ear as he slithered beside her. She gasped softly so not to bring attention to them. Her eyes planted to the table as he asked "Well?" Her mind went blank for a second till, a thought sparked in her mind.
"Oh yeah, it's that machine over there that needs work done to it." She pointed but not looking at him, trying to sound as calm as possible.
"Hmm, show me, show me what's wrong," he demanded. She cringed and cautiously walked to the malfunctioned machine. She turned it on and pointed to the problem. "I don't see anything wrong, so tell me," he explained.
