Chuck was one crazy bastard, but Deena wanted to fuck him nonetheless. She had listened to him talk about his crazy sexual exploits many times before, usually over lunch breaks with coworkers or on smoke breaks by the loading dock at their place of employment at one of the local big box retailers. From blowjobs in the back alley behind after-hours bars, to threesomes in cramped bathroom stalls at local night clubs, to trysts in the back seat of his Trans-Am in empty parking lots during daylight hours, Chuck had an endless supply of tales, and proudly told each one. There was almost no limit to what he would do, or where he would do it. That, and the fact that Chuck was hot, was what drove Deena crazy.
He was lean and muscular, ripped throughout, with a face that oozed rugged masculinity. She could see the chiseled outline of his chest and back in those just-a-touch-too-tight polo shirts he wore on the sales floor, his employee badge always dangling from his neck and nestling between his well developed pecs. His ass was firm and sculpted, easily noticeable under his slim fit khaki slacks, and begged to be grabbed and palmed. Whenever he was within a few feet of her, she could smell the unmistakable scent of Axe permeating her personal space, and that just added to her lust for him. Masturbating in the bathroom stall twice per day, fantasizing about all the vile things Chuck could do to her was no longer going to cut it. It was time to make her fantasy a reality.
Late in the afternoon on Friday, before her shift ended, Deena pulled Chuck aside on the sales floor and made her intentions known. She'd been burning with desire for some time, and was not going to take no for an answer.
"I need you to fuck me," she said, with a directness that almost caused him to stumble backwards as she pushed up against his shoulder with her weight. "I don't care what you're doing this weekend, you are fucking me."
Chuck wasn't the type to let an opportunity go to waste. He'd planned on fucking someone this weekend, but never imagined that Deena would be a willing participant in his weekend fun. After steadying himself on his feet, a wry smile crept over his face and he plotted. He had no intention of changing his plans however adding to them was well within reason.
"Ok," he said, as he pulled her aside and into a corner next to the sound room by the audio electronics. "I'm goin' out tonight and tomorrow night, but can meet you afterward. Come to the loading dock at 2am tomorrow night and I'll be there waiting for you." It was an offer Deena couldn't refuse.
Less than forty-eight hours later, Deena was both excited and nervous as she drove down the long driveway towards the loading dock in the small hours of the morning. The dimly lit corridor surrounded by nothing but weeded brush on one side and the cold concrete backside of the building on the other, left her with a feeling of unease as she made her way slowly forward. When she reached the end of the drive, she stopped the car in front of the large green dumpster that was used to collect cardboard and other store recyclables, and tentatively stepped out. She checked her phone and looked at the time. 1:55 a.m. – five minutes early. She wasn't surprised she'd have to wait. But for how long, she had no idea.
The air was thick and damp, and the mugginess of the summer's overnight wreaked havoc with her bouncy blond hair and make-up. She brushed a few damp strands from her forehead as she made her way over to the steps leading to the dock's platform. Deena took a seat on the top step, pushing the front of her lightweight, knee length skirt down between her legs, placed her forearms between her thighs and rocked herself back and forth impatiently while attempting to pass the time. She gazed at her surroundings and listened to the still of the night. A hint of traffic on the freeway in the distance was just loud enough to drown out any sound coming from the brush, and for that, she was thankful. The loading dock was eerie at night. Dim fluorescent lighting cast shadows on the ground and along the side of the building, making her more that a little nervous to have to sit and wait. But waiting is what she had been doing since she first laid eyes on him. She could wait a little longer.
Before she could check the time once more, she heard a rustling noise coming from the dumpster. Curiosity got the best of her so she left her seated position on the stoop and hesitantly walked towards it. The closer she came, the louder the noise became, but as she approached within a few feet of the container, she heard the sound of a car turning into the driveway. The low rumble of the engine was unmistakable. Chuck had arrived.
He made his way down the drive, pulled to a stop directly behind Deena's car and opened the door. Without saying a word, and looking like a lion stalking its prey, he moved in. Deena pushed a few moist strands of hair away from her face and tried to brush herself off quickly, but Chuck was already on her. When their bodies made contact, the force of his weight pushed her back against the dumpster, and along with a loud thud that echoed from it, came a horrific shrill from inside its guts. In a flash, something shot out the opening on the side of the bin and landed on the ground. A mangy looking black cat, covered in cardboard dust and shavings, was now staring back at them. They both breathed a sigh of relief, then Chuck turned back to Deena and said, "It's just a fuckin' cat," before jamming his tongue down her throat and ripping her ruffled blouse open. It was on.
