First of all, I'd like to thank everybody for the feedback and ratings that I've received. It's appreciated. As always I'm open to any feedback, positive or constructive, that you might have. I've had several people asking me to include more female celebrities with dicks. Apparently I've locked onto a niche here. To those who fall into that camp, I'll tell you to start paying attention around chapter 6.
Chapters 4 and 5 were originally going to be one chapter, but it started to get longer than I'd initially thought, so I've decided to break it up into two chapters. Once again, I want to thank the people who've been reading and enjoying my work. Without further ado:
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As soon as I stepped inside the store, ignoring the customers I might have accidently shoved aside, I made a bee line for the nearest bathroom. Thankfully, there was nobody inside so I had a moment to collect myself and try to arrange my scattered thoughts. Whatever was happening in the deepest recesses of my mind, I needed it to stop. Never mind that they'd been the most intense, most pleasurable fantasy experiences I'd ever had; they were starting to scare me. Aside from being fundamentally different from any fantasy I'd ever had, there was something almost sinister about the version of Natalie Portman that I'd apparently conjured up.
It was the glint in her almost supernaturally dark eyes when she'd ordered me to taste her cum. There was something there, beyond any masochistic sexual scenario I might have ever imagined. It was almost as though she had a mind of her own, a separate presence. I knew it was crazy, but I couldn't shake the feeling that I might not be alone in my own mind. It was almost more terrifying to think that I might be alone, that maybe my mind had fractured. I'd been severely depressed throughout most of my teen years and early twenties, and I still had minor relapses every once in a while. What if this was all the result of some deep seeded psychological damage?
Taking a deep breath, I looked up at myself in the mirror. I was both relieved and surprised to see that I looked relatively normal. Physically, there didn't seem to be anything different, but I found that I couldn't look too deeply into my own hazel eyes without turning away. I wasn't sure why, but I was afraid to see into myself. Shaking my head, I pulled a strip of paper towels from the dispenser and wetted them down. Squirting some soap on it, I retreated to the privacy of the handicap stall. Once the door was securely shut, I pulled my pants down and started wiping the cum from my dick and the pubic hair. I did the best I could to get it out of my pants and my boxers, but I think I ended up just rubbing it in.
"Out of sight out of mind," I told myself as I finished up. I tore the paper towel up a couple times and dropped it into the toilet bowl. Stepping back it flushed automatically, taking the soiled paper towel with it. Feeling a little better, knowing that I'd be running a few minutes late now, I finished up and headed toward the backroom.
"This is gonna be a long night," I told myself.
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A few hours later, I was about two thirds of the way through with stocking the pet department. Aisle after aisle of dog food, cat food, cat litter, and just about anything else you might need to help make sure those cute little almost-members of the family were well cared for. I'd never been really big on them myself, pets I mean. We had a dog at home, and a couple of other little assorted critters, but none of them were mine per se. They had their benefits, or so pet owners said, but to me they simply amounted to extra work and responsibility. My apathy toward little furry friends aside, I actually kind of enjoyed working the department.
The product was easy to stock, and I knew every aisle by heart. Quite the exciting life I was living, I know. If nothing else, the work was pretty mundane, which allowed my mind to wander where it might, and I loved working overnights. I'd always been a night owl. I'd tried the other shifts and given them a chance, but I always came back to the nights. The night was my time. As I was setting some Friskies canned food on the shelf, doing my best not to think about Natalie, I was startled by footsteps behind me.
"Everything going all right over here?"
I turned to see our overnight manager, Haley Smith standing behind me. She was a cutie. A few years younger than my thirty, and several inches shorter than my six feet, I'd fantasized a lot about her in the year or so that she'd been running our shift. Her well-proportioned body had a healthy weight to it as well. Haley certainly wasn't fat, but she hadn't fallen in for the anorexic model look either, something that turned me on toward her a little more. A lot of people were into women who looked like Kate Moss or Lindsay Lohan at her worst, but to me women like that just looked a little ill. I wasn't a chubby chaser, but I liked a girl who had a little meat on her bones.
When she smiled, like she was doing now, her face had a mousy look about it that I thought was really cute. I glanced over the shiny dark auburn hair that stopped just past her shoulders and appreciated the dark red highlights. They were new and they looked great. Tonight she was wearing a royal blue blouse, buttoned all the way up, that subtly clung to her upper body without obviously showing off her chest. Her black slacks did the same, showing her curves without riding them too close. It made her look attractive and desirable without looking like a slut. Haley had an excellent sense of humor, probably one of the reasons she and I got along so well, and there was always a glimmer of that in her cobalt eyes.
"I'm doing alright," told her, wiping the sweat from my forehead. I hated the summer months here the most. The store closed for the night, so the powers that be had long ago decided that mere employees weren't important enough to run the air conditioning all night for. "Should be done with Pets by lunch, give or take."
She nodded. "Hopefully take," she said. "If you finish up over here, I'm gonna have you move over to household chemicals and help Mark finish up."
I nodded. "Shouldn't be a problem." I hoped she couldn't tell I was cautiously checking her out. If she noticed, she didn't say anything.
"Good. Let me know when you're done then."
I nodded. As she turned to walk away, I couldn't help but watch. Her full, round ass looked really good in those pants, and her hips had a very gentle natural sway to them as she walked. I could've watched her walk for hours on end.
"Nice." I rolled my eyes, recognizing that voice immediately.
I slowly turned around, feeling a sense of defeat. I wasn't surprised to see Natalie standing there, leaning against the opposite side of the aisle.
"She's a hottie," the actress opined. "Nice little ass on her too." She tilted her head and a devilish glint crept into her dark eyes. Cocking an eyebrow and smiling seductively, she asked, "So, you hitting that?"
"Go away," I said as impolitely as I could manage.
It seemed like Natalie looked different every time I saw her, almost like she was trying on different styles to see what suited her. This time her dark hair was short again, but she was sporting the same red highlights Haley had just added. Attempting to match the dress code to the best of her ability, Natalie had settled on a low-cut V-neck blouse, in the same royal blue as Haley's. Natalie's was sheer though, and made the black lacy bra she wore underneath nearly visible. There was also the fact that, despite the lesser stature of her chest, Natalie was managing to show off a nice amount of cleavage. Where my manager was wearing black slacks that were very professional, Natalie's low cut pants were tight black leather that clung to every inch of her lower body, ending in a pair of black heels. The gold-chain belt around her waist was a nice touch too.
I didn't see any signs of a bulge in that tight leather jungle, but that didn't mean it wasn't there somewhere just waiting to pounce.
As she started walking toward me, swinging her hips enticingly, I could almost hear her pants chaffing. The only thing off setting it was the click clack of her heels against the white tile floors. Beneath her left arm, she was carrying a notebook.
"Why the hell are you here?" I asked, keeping my voice down.
