(This is the third in the series. Hope you enjoy it.)
Walking into the warehouse felt different that morning. I was unsure whether it was the knowledge that Lisa had her first day of actual training that day or the thought that maybe I would face backlash for what happened the day before. I went to the timeclock and clocked in as usual. My first stop was my office where I put down my lunch bag and sat down. I turned my computer on and saw an email almost immediately. It was from the Office Manager reminding me of Lisa's schedule, so I knew when to be in the forklift area. I took a breath. It looked like I had a few hours to catch up on things before the moment of truth.
As I was working on the PowerPoint, I received a text on my phone. I didn't recognize the number, but I opened it anyway. It was Lisa.
"What should I have worn for today?" she asked.
I typed back, "Probably something warm. It's cold out in the warehouse."
I secretly was torn. Part of me wanted her to be practical. A different part of me wanted her not to be. I was not ready for the next text. It was a picture. Apparently, she was in the lady's room. The dress was a little short. And she wasn't wearing panties. I did see the tell-tale glow of a pink light though. My practical side was thinking how she was going to freeze. The other side of me...well I was intrigued to say the least.
My appointment reminder went off fifteen minutes before showtime. I slipped out of my office and started to walk out of my office when I saw a throw folded up in the corner. Based on the picture, I thought it best to grab it. That way her ass didn't freeze on the seat. I carried the throw as I walked through the office before walking through the break room and into the main part of the building.
It was a brisk five-minute walk to the forklift area. I preferred to perform the first practical day of training in this part of the building so the trainee learns about the basics. This meant checking out a lift, making sure the walkaround is done and the basic controls. All the forklifts we have at the warehouse are the same model and brand. However, I always prided myself of thinking beyond our building. So, I get really in-depth. It was about three minutes later when she arrived.
"I should have worn jeans," she said visibly shivering in her jacket and leggings under her skirt. I handed her the throw. She looked at me cautiously.
"What do we need a blanket for?"
"Wrap it around your waist. I don't need you shivering when we go through the pre-check."
"Pre-check?"
Unbeknownst to me at that point, the forklift area was abandoned. I neglected to look at my watch and realized it was their lunch hour. The first shift started at six, so their lunch break was from ten to eleven. Office staff started at eight. I didn't realize that we would have the area to ourselves at that time. And there were strict rules on being in your work area during your unpaid lunch. Looking back, it was convenient.
We started walking around the lift, looking for fluid leaks. I then showed her how to start the lift and raise the boom to make sure it worked. To her credit, she was a good student almost. It was fifteen minutes in that she started to tease a little. The throw was put on the lift behind the seat before she bent over the seat.
"So, are we alone?"
