The next day, Hellie went to work for an afternoon shift. She wore the usual outfit, a blue store t-shirt and jeans. She greeted the cashiers and balked only for a second when she saw the store's owner, Mr. Nicolai, standing at the registers.
"Good morning, Mr. Nicolai," she said weakly with a tiny wave. His presence made everyone nervous, and Hellie was no exception. Nicolai was known to be a real dick and a huge snob on top of that, an unreasonably picky boss even to the store's senior managers. The store was called Party Supply, but all Nicolai was interested in was the fancy wine section. He seemed to look down on everyone, even his best customers.
Hellie found him easier to deal with if she focused on his looks. He was tall, with thick black hair, deep brown eyes, and olive skin. She was hopeful that she'd stayed in his good graces up to this point.
Mr. Nicolai nodded to her and she continued on toward the back of the store to put her purse away and clock in.
"Helena."
Hellie turned. Mr. Nicolai had caught her halfway through the store.
"Clock in and then come to my office, please."
Hellie nodded and he walked away. Hellie gulped and noticed two of her stocking coworkers glancing at each other.
She was being fired. It was the only explanation. But why?
Well, he had told her to clock in and so that was what she did. Then she went down the dim hallway to the big wooden door, took a deep breath, and knocked. She was grateful she'd only put on minimal makeup and that she'd pulled her hair back. Nicolai was notoriously tidy. Plus, this way if she cried it wouldn't mess up her entire face.
"Yes," he said from behind the door.
Hellie went in. She had only been in this office once, when she'd been given the new-hire tour last year. She stood in front of an elegant black desk where Nicolai sat.
"Good afternoon, Mr. Nicolai," said Hellie.
"Hello Helena," he said. "Please sit."
Hellie sat in a cushiony office chair directly across from him. She looked at him expectantly, hoping she didn't look as nervous as she felt.
"Helena...Hellie. You've worked here for a year now and you've always done a great job, even during our busiest seasons. You're good with customers, the vendors like you, you don't stir up trouble with the staff and as I understand it, my employees here sometimes like to spend time together. A drink after work, Karen's parties. But nothing wild. No drama."
Hellie shook her head. "I think most of us are just here to do our job and be positive about it. Other than that we keep a low profile."
Nicolai nodded. "Right. And I understand you're a college student."
"Yes sir. Part time."
"Not a spot on your record."
Hellie gulped again. "No?"
"So you can probably imagine my surprise when I reviewed our security footage this morning."
Hellie ran through her memories quickly. Had she broken something? Stolen something, somehow? Had she done something wrong in the stockroom yesterday?
Nicolai nodded to the wall behind Hellie. "Why don't you take a look?"
Hellie turned around to see a huge screen divided into squares, each square showing a part of the store, the views from each security cameras. There was the entrance, the cashiers, almost every aisle. The loading dock. The back of the store. And beyond.
Hellie froze when she glimpsed the trees behind the store...and a perfect view from above of the alcove in the back of the building. Her eyes widened as she realized what Nicolai must have seen.
"Mm," said Nicolai. "Let me show you what I saw this morning." He pressed some buttons on his computer and clicked.
Suddenly, there was Hellie now taking up the whole screen. Her eyes were closed in ecstasy as she pressed her ass back behind her, clearly giving it to Karen's dad who was pounding his dick into her for dear life.
Hellie felt a stirring inside her as she remembered the day before, the movement in her pussy, her asshole being thoroughly filled. She swallowed, trying to calm herself and focus on the other thing she was feeling: fear.
"Hellie," said Nicolai. "Is that Karen's father?!"
Hellie looked down at her lap and nodded.
"Hellie," he said. "You can't do this type of shit here. I don't imagine anyone knows?"
Hellie shook her head.
"And I believe Mr. Noble is also a married man?"
Hellie looked up at him, eyebrows raised.
"You didn't know."
Hellie shook her head.
Nicolai sighed. "You know, your manager Scott is sometimes the one to review this footage. You're lucky it was me."
Hellie's brow furrowed. "Lucky?"
Nicolai nodded. "Obviously we could fire you for this. I'd have to let the other managers know. What happened would almost certainly become common knowledge in the store."
Hellie closed her eyes. "Fuck. Mr. Nicolai...sir, please just let me go. Please don't show anyone, I'll just leave. Nobody has to know this, Mr. Nicolai."
Nicolai shook his head. "No, they don't." He did some clicking and typing. Hellie watched the screen as he pulled the clip, the time slot showing her with Mr. Noble disappearing.
"No one will see this," said Mr. Nicolai. "But it isn't gone. I'm saving it."
"What?"
"I don't want to fire you, Hellie. In fact, now that I know your skillset, I'd like to promote you. But like anybody else, you'll need to be interviewed."
Promoted? Hellie thought.
"Interviewed, Mr. Nicolai?"
Nicolai nodded. "Are you interested?"
"What...what am I interviewing for?"
"Sales support and management, Hellie. You'll make 5 dollars more per hour, plus occasional commission, and your job duties will only change a little bit."
Hellie turned all the way back toward him. "Okay..you're going to interview me, right now?"
"We have time, Hellie." Nicolai got up and locked the door.
Hellie felt herself become wet, though she was unsure what was happening.
"Now," he said, "take off your clothes."
"Mr. Nicolai--"
"I want a better look at what was on that footage, Hellie. Now take your clothes off."
Hellie took off her shoes, her jeans. She took off her shirt. Nicolai took in her red bra and pink cheeky underwear.
"Cute," he said. "Now take off the rest."
Hellie reached back to unsnap her bra and slide it off. She pushed her panties down her legs and shook them off.
She felt herself growing wetter. She didn't know what was about to happen, but she knew that she wanted it.
"Oh," said Nicolai, taking in her peachy-copper nipples, which were becoming hard in the air-conditioned office, and her full breasts. "Very nice." He reached out but rather than touch her breast he moved his hand over to her arm. "Goosebumps," he said. He ran a finger down her upper arm and she shivered.
Nicolai smiled, and circled her slowly.
"Also very nice," he said, looking at her round, full ass. "I can see why Noble made the choice he made." He ran his finger slowly down the middle of her back and she let out a tiny gasp. "Just so I'm clear, Hellie. Noble was up your ass, is that right?"
Hellie shuddered again. "Yes."
"And you like that?" He continued to circle.
"Yes."
"Don't you think you ought to call me sir?"
"Yes, sir."
"And do you like that better than having your pussy fucked?"
