Dave hated working Tuesday nights. He frowned at the clock over the door, another hour until close. With his work complete, no customers and a serious case of boredom he was more than ready to head home. He wanted a shower, food, and peace to watch the game he had on DVR. His phone alerted him to another message from a well -meaning friend about said game. He ignored it just like the last hundred from various friends and family. He didn't know if they were happy or commiseration messages and he didn't want to know until after he watched it. He looked at the clock again, still no closer to close.
He walked around the store again, shelves still clean and ordered. Fridges still clean and working well, floor swept and mopped, rugs shaken, there was nothing to do but close out the register and get the hell out of dodge. He looked at the clock, another three minutes down, WTF!
He could have called someone or surfed Facebook but then he have to wade through game updates and that would be counterproductive. He sighed again checked the clock to find that it still hadn't moved. He wandered around the store again ducking out back to see if everything was squared away out there and sure enough it was. Grabbing the Windex he busied himself cleaning the shelving again, wiped the counter and even dusted behind the register a mistake he found out after sneezing seven times from the enormous dust cloud. He made a mental note to clean behind there more often knowing that he wouldn't.
Finally the clock made its sluggish progress around the dial. He grabbed the keys to lock up turning to step out from behind the counter. The door chimed welcoming in gorgeous brunette in nightclub battle dress. He stared he couldn't help it she was a vision in red. A voluptuous woman in a black and red lacy corset showing deep cleavage emphasizing an hourglass figure, a short leather mini skirt over her ample butt and thigh-high black boots with a four inch heels stood outlined in the door. He felt as though his heart would burst from his chest as she grinned at him probably knowing the direction of his thoughts and of all the blood in his body making a mad dash for his crotch.
He blinked a few times not really trusting what his eyes were showing him but she was still there smiling, green eyes flashing with confidence but also with expectation. Damn! She must have said something but he was occupied with his brain vapor lock.
He cleared his voice, her grin got bigger.
"Excuse me?" He asked thankful he didn't stammer or drool.
"I asked if you were still open." Her husky voice was like gasoline on wildfire. Any blood left anywhere in his body migrated to his cock with a speed worthy of NASCAR.
"If you're quick." He said but they both knew he didn't want her to hurry anything.
She walked to the counter, no he corrected, she really glided her body undulating with the sexy confidence of someone very comfortable in their own skin. His cock twitched, he nearly moaned. A wave of warmed spicy scent, Chanel he thought slightly panicky, rolled over him as she moved closer. He swallowed hard.
"Can you help me pick out the right wine?" Her voice, her sway, her intoxicating scent were hypnotizing and he was already struggling with the biggest hard-on of his lifetime.
"Of course." He cleared his voice again, Dave was absolutely sure he looked thunderstruck. She sashayed past him down the wine aisle. He adjusted himself following a little slower so he could catch the view of her fine ass molded in red leather. His breath caught in wonder when she tossed a mass of hair over her shoulder and winked at him. He did moan then, softly and under his breath.
He rubbed his sweating hands on his jeans they itched to feel her, pull her back roughly against him, the feel of that heavenly behind brush over his cock. He may have stopped breathing for a moment he hoped it was just a moment, nope he was sure he wasn't breathing as dots jumped in front of his eyes.
