CHAPTER 1
Working as a trainer in a gym was beginning to depress Dean Armstrong. So many people with excellent potential started with good intentions and would be doing fine. But all too many would gradually weaken and finally opt out, their resolve crumbling. He was relieved other trainers also experienced similar frustration.
It was so wasteful. And then his older brother Callum, aged thirty, pressed Dean to join him in business selling mobile phones and other communication equipment. Dean was out of that gym as soon as his clients could be transferred. He'd visited the store a few times and had lost or wrecked his share of cell phones so knew a little about the product. However he was aware Callum stocked a dozen brands of phones and then multiple models and he would have to learn about such things as Tigertooth, er Bluetooth, and Blackberry.
Callum had said don't worry Bro, that he'd teach Dean everything he had to know.
"Tess and I am being run off our feet," he said. "Because of our growing reputation for topnotch assistance we are attracting more and more people, not necessarily older people, who've brought phones online and can't work them properly. We charge for our time on instruction taking longer than two minutes with those people and performing that activity during downtime for sales it's good money."
Dean really liked Tess. In fact he only had to look at her and his cock began misbehaving.
Tess was really something. Although Callum was married Dean was quite sure Callum would be having a piece of Tess regularly. She oozed sex, er sexuality.
However they didn't begin well. The first words Tess said to Dean when he arrived on his first day were, "Callum should have employed a female junior, not you."
"Sorry."
"And so you should be," she snapped. "Here take this feather duster and start cleaning the displays."
The 26-year-old curly blond began that morning chore thinking what a bitch.
Tess was blonde and until now in the brief times he'd seen here he'd always thought she was gorgeous with shapely tight tits and for a woman she had quite a small butt. Obviously she went to a gym or worked out at home. She was only two years older than he was but appeared more worldly like Dean. The bitch would know he knew little about cell phones although he'd spent all weekend on the net learning about them and differentiating between models and features and how to charge batteries and even insert them and connect accessories.
Callum was dealing with two non-English speaking foreign tourists and Tess was on the phone when a guy in a business suit came in and Tess motioned Dean to assist the guy. Ah his first customer.
The guy had dropped his phone into the bath. Callum said they didn't do repairs and it was possible the phone could be terminal.
"Yeah I think so too. Give me a Motorola C139."
Tess came off the phone and said darkly, "Oh god I wanted you to hold him until I was off the phone. Instead you let him walk off."
"Yep he showed no interest in waiting around for you to shake your top at him. He paid me the fifty-seven bucks for a Motorola C139 and left."
"What?"
"He paid me the money. Do you want to show me what to do with it?"
"Oh. Oh yes. You're been here only twenty minutes and have made your first sale. Congratulations."
"Thanks, do I get a kiss?"
"Get fresh with me and you're out of here," Tess grinned.
Yes thought Dean. She actually grinned. He made sure she saw he was staring at her tits and looked up and noticed her embarrassment.
Good.
Both the tourists and Callum looked exasperated so Dean thought he'd try. He grabbed a couple of $30 phones from behind the counter plus two $25 pre-paid cards. He wrote $100 on a piece of paper and handed them to Callum. The foreigners looked at the phones and the cards and nodded vigorously with big smiles and the guy handed Callum a hundred bucks. Callum told Dean to load the phones for them and walked off shaking his head.
Of course it didn't last. Dean was asked to demonstrate a Blackberry so Tess came over and took over and Callum sorted out a couple of holes Dean had dug himself into with customers. But by lunchtime Dean still believed he was having a successful first day.
Tess went off to lunch. She'd invited Dean to accompany her but he declined with thanks, saying he's go with his brother. They watched her leave.
"Do you fuck her?"
"I wish and it's not through lack of trying," Callum sighed. "She's married and says so am I."
Tess married? Dean was so disappointed. When she returned from lunch he didn't bother looking at her apart from tossing a brief smile in her direction. She now appeared to be just another housewife to him, practically devoid of sex.
A couple of mornings later Tess and Dean were behind the one-way glass panel beyond the counter having coffee. Callum had gone to the warehouse to look at new models and there were no customers in the store.
"What's happened to you?" Tess drawled. "On your first morning here you couldn't keep your eyes off me but this afternoon you could scarcely look at me. Has your brother been lying about me?"
Dean mumbled.
She snapped, "Excuse me?"
"He told me you were married."
Tess laughed and Dean scowled.
"I'm not. I live on and off with a guy but we are forever scrapping. It's such a pain."
Dean's smile returned. "Why would he say you're married?"
"Some guys don't differentiate between marriage and a live-in partner. I suppose he's right in a way."
"May I touch your tits?"
"What? Oh I suppose so."
Dean went up close and slowly ran his hands down both breasts. They both were looking down and saw the slight 'bump' of nipples that hadn't been noticeable before.
Then Tess was staring at his lips. Dean stepped away.
She licked her top lip. "Well, what did you think?"
"Great tits."
"The more regular name for them is breasts."
"I know but tits is fine with me."
"Are you attempting to seduce me?"
"I could be changing me mind about that. But what about my brother?"
"Callum is married."
"So that makes a different to you?"
"Yes and I really like Anna."
"So do I."
Dean looked at Tess and shuffled. She was looking at him very intently.
"I best continue with the dusting."
"I'll help in future Dean. You are rather okay."
That night Dean had dinner with Callum and Anna. When Anna was out in the kitchen Dean said, "I know you said Tess was married but do you mind if away from the store I try to organize a date with her?"
Callum checked that Anna wasn't walking into the room. "Listen buddy, I've tried a few times without success. I wish you luck. Oh, she's not actually married... just lives with a guy who becomes surly at times. Catch her at the right time and perhaps you could get lucky. You are softer than I am and women tend to yield to sympathetic guys when they are emotional."
"Aren't females emotional all the time?"
"Yeah," Callum laughed, "but don't confusion emotion and readiness to fuck. Those two things have to line up on the day."
"What has to line up," Anna asked, arriving with deserts on a tray.
"Oh, I was talking about the necessity to insert a battery into a cell phone carefully."
"Oh that. How boring. How's your sex life Dean? I believe I have spare capacity."
The guys laughed, a little restrained, although both used to Anna talking like that.
Dean who still lived with his parents went home, knowing his mom was disappointed he didn't have a steady girlfriend and the ones he brought home occasionally never appealed to her. Well girls who fucked readily where rarely cream of the crop, eh mum?
Tess wouldn't appeal to his mom. He was also suspicious about Dean and Tess. They disappeared behind that partition at least once a day and some of the muffled sounds he sometimes heard appeared to be more than conversation. Actually he wanted a young woman who appealed to him tremendously well but chances of that happening appeared rather unlikely but he supposed miracles happen.
"Oh hi, is this where you ended up?"
"Do I know you?"
The woman giggled at Dean. "No I don't think so. I go to Sonny Dwyer's Gym and used to see you working as a trainer, usually with women. You looked um interesting."
"What in the sense of being effective?"
"Um no," she said vaguely. "More than that."
What the hell she was on about. "What's wrong with your phone?"
"It's dad's old one. He's acquired an iPhone and this old one is better than mine but more complicated."
"Right. I'm new here but this looks easy... er after the training I've received."
"Oh you are so kind. May I feel your chest?"
"What?"
"Your fitness always impressed me. I'd like to feel a real man's chest."
Dean looked around. Tess was on the phone writing something down and Callum had a customer and another waiting.
"Um okay if that's all you wish to touch."
"God you are foul," she said, turning pink and giggling nervously.
"I meant my abs," he snorted and she turned crimson and said she'd also been meaning that.
They laughed, both embarrassed and he whispered, "Okay my dick if you are brave enough."
"The phone, could we work the phone?" she said, almost out of breath.
"Oh yeah. Oh I think I remembered you at the gym. Your lips were superbly defined because the crotch of your leotard was so tight."
She whimpered, "I can't believe we are talking like this. No guys ever speak to me like this."
Dean couldn't believe he was hearing this. She'd said 'we were talking like that'. She'd included herself. He glanced up and saw Tess looking at him suspiciously, hoping the sexy customer's body was in the way so Tess couldn't see the woman feeling his chest.
"That's enough. Look this is how you work this phone. We charge a buck a minute with the first two minutes free. How much do you wish to spend?"
"Thirty bucks for thirty-two minutes."
They sat closely. He could smell her perfume.
When the time was up Dean said, "Right that's it. You now appear to have a good understanding."
"My name is Reese Dayton."
"Lovely name. I'm Dean Armstrong. Your time is up Reese."
"Yes and thank you. I have much better understanding now. Here's the thirty bucks."
Dean scratched the back of his head and mumbled, "Could we date sometime?"
"I'll think about it. Give me your card."
Tess looked at Dean suspiciously but saw he had the money and took it from him. "I hope you were polite to Miss Dayton."
"Of course. Who's she when she's home?"
"No one you need to worry about. Her parents live in on the heights overlooking the river in a really swanky home and own a whole string of commercial properties. Mrs Dayton is reputedly one of the richest women in the city."
"Well her daughter wants to date me."
