Lindsay was not looking forward to her shift at the department store where she worked. At 21, every night seemed like the perfect opportunity to get into some trouble, but tonight, she wasn't scheduled to be off until midnight. She looked at her watch as she put her things into her locker and made her way to her area. 7:16 P.M. It was going to be a long night.
Lindsay was gorgeous and she knew it. She had rich, brown hair that fell just below her round 38C breasts. She was the perfect frame for her height, at just 5'2" and 115 pounds. She had glowing olive skin and hazel eyes. All the men at work stared at her perfect, round ass when she walked. She knew they wanted to fuck her and sometimes, she got off on watching them watch her. She purposely wore low cut V-neck shirts to show off her tits. She wore tight pants and cheeky, boy-short underwear so when people looked, they could just barely make out a panty line over her smooth ass.
Even though there was no shortage of men who would happily be with her, she was bored of the usual guys. There weren't many attractive guys where she worked. Except one. Sam. He was the right-hand man of the store director and he was her boss. He was 28, tall at about 6 foot, light brown hair. He had biceps that drove her crazy and was in great shape. He was nervous and a bit socially awkward, but had a dark sexiness to him. His nervousness made him fun to play with. He was an easy target for Lindsay, and even though she was the one toying with him, she nursed a serious crush. She'd lain awake many nights in her bed, wanting him, imagining his lean, muscular body on top of her, filling her up. She'd cum so many times thinking of how bad she wanted him to kiss her skin, bite her neck, to slowly make his way down to her pussy, where he could kiss and lick and tease her clit until she came. She wanted him inside her, fucking her hard, dominating her and using her body for his own pleasure. She wanted to be used by him.
She thought about this as her hands kept busy, straightening up her area and putting things away. Her panties were already wet when Sam snuck up behind her and teased, "Wow, you're actually working." She whirled around to find him standing about 4 feet away from her. He was wearing a nice grey button-up shirt that outlined his chest nicely and black slacks. She was surprised. She didn't even know he was working tonight. He had caught her off-guard and she realized her face was flushed. Her heart was racing and she suddenly felt very self-conscious. "Oh, sorry, I didn't mean to scare you."
"You didn't. I'm fine."
"Oh, I just thought because you seemed a little-"
"Nope, I'm good!"
There was an awkward pause, as they both decided what to say next. She took a step closer and looked over his body and he tensed a little. Sam looked so good. Lindsay couldn't help but smile when he looked at her. He tilted his head back and straightened up, trying to look serious. "Well, get back to it. I want this place looking spotless before you leave." She smiled at him flirtatiously and replied, "Anything you want." She turned to walk away, then turned her head to look directly into his eyes. "That shirt looks really good on you, by the way." She took one more look at his chest, doing it obviously so he would know she was checking him out. She heard him clear his throat nervously behind her and walk away.