At 11:30, I mopped the kitchen and the dish room. I finally switched off the pizza ovens and, with every part and dish clean and in its place, I sprayed down the sinks by the big Autochlor. My back ached from hunching over the low make table. I was headachy and dirty with sweat from the heat in the back of the house. Jessica was talking with Greg when I headed back toward the office to sit down for a smoke on the clock; I snuck a look at her pacing behind the counter, her ass rocking small and firm in close black pants.
I sparked a Marlboro light and had barely smoked the coal to the center of the cig when Jess came into the office. Her long hair was pulled into a tight ponytail; she had recently touched up her dye job, and her locks waved a warm blonde. Under her mesh work shirt, her tits swayed large in a loose bra. The raised dot of one nipple stood out. I tried not to stare too long as Jessica came to stand in front of the computer and ponder the screen.
"Are you done?" She asked.
"Yeah."
"I'll clock you out here."
I dragged on my smoke again. Jessica's emerald eyes seemed hesitant to meet mine. I stretched, tense, and crushed my cigarette in the ashtray. As I stood to un-tuck my shirt, Jessica stepped close and pushed herself against me. She reached across my face to the near shelf, her mouth kissing distance from mine and her breasts brushing me slowly. I stood where I was. This was Jessica testing the waters. I would show her that I was willing. Her perfume was light and enticing.
And then her hand was on my back. She braced herself against me and took a folder from the shelf. Then she turned and was in front of me. I could see my reflection in her small-frame specs. Her eyes were reluctant for a second more; then I slipped my hand gently onto her hip and, at last, she turned her gaze on me.
