Video Store Sexcapades;
Closing Duties
Amanda glanced at the clock again, relieved to see that it was just about time to lock the door. Normally she wouldn't be by herself in the store at closing time, but her co-worker Candy hadn't been feeling well so Amanda had let her go home early. And to add insult to injury it was Saturday night and work was the very last place she wanted to be. Her friends were expecting her at Callahan's and she had every intention of dancing and drinking until last round tonight.
She rounded the counter on the way to the entrance, thinking to herself that she still had to put away the box of holiday decorations, when a set of headlights danced across the dark blue tile floor. Sighing, Amanda tugged at her skirt, hoping that this last customer wouldn't take too long finding a movie and getting out of the store.
The bell on the door chimed and Amanda's 'work' smile eased into a real one when her favorite customer entered the store. "Not too late, am I?" He asked hopefully, a twinkle in his eyes.
"Never to late for you," Amanda assured him playfully. Jackson usually stopped in right before closing on his way home from work and she was always willing to keep the store open a few minutes late for him. It didn't hurt that he was sexy as hell and they flirted shamelessly then entire time, either.
"Look at you!" Jackson's eye's roved over her short, black skirt and low-cut red knit shirt appreciatively. "Please tell me that's the new uniform." He said hopefully.
"Not hardly." Amanda laughed. "I'm joining 'Girls Night Out' in progress after I'm done here."
"Those men don't stand a chance." He said, shaking his head sadly.
"Damned right they don't." Amanda slid past him to lock the door. "You know my heart is spoken for anyway." She teased him as she always did that he was the only man for her.
"Promises, promises," Jackson said laughingly as he headed off to find a movie for the night. "Where's Candy tonight?" He enquired over his shoulder.
"Home sick." Amanda replied as she flipped the closed sign over in the window.
Jackson stopped in front of the newest action title and glanced back at her. "So we're all alone?"
"Alone at last." She winked at him before returning her attention to the box of holiday decorations, knowing that Jackson would let her know when he was ready to leave. Bending over, she hefted the oversized box and wobbled on her 'do me' high heels. The box was much heavier than she had anticipated. "How is it that lights and garland can weigh so much?" Amanda muttered as she made her way to the backroom.
Amanda opened the door and nudged the light switch on with the box, her eyes searching the crowded room for a place to store the decorations until next year. "It figures." She muttered, noticing the only spot available was on a shelf well beyond her normal reach.
Steeling herself, Amanda pushed the box up toward the empty space, hoping that the extra three inches provided by her heels would be enough to edge the box onto the shelf so that she could then push it into place. Instead, the contents of the box shifted and Amanda squeaked in alarm, silently praying that everything wouldn't end up on the floor.
She heard a deep chuckle behind her and peeked over her shoulder to find Jackson in the doorway watching her with amusement. "A nice guy would offer to help instead of standing there and laughing at me." Amanda scolded.
"I'm not a nice guy." He said even as he moved forward and put a hand up to prevent the box from slipping out of her grasp. "I'm the one your mother warned you about."
"I never listened to my mother anyway." She admitted, grateful that she had her back to him so that he wouldn't notice how her nipples had stiffened at the suggestion in his voice.
Jackson pushed the box a little further onto the shelf, stepping up close behind her. "Ooh, a rebel. I like that about you." He purred softly, his free hand settling on her hip. Jackson made no move to push the box the rest of the way onto the shelf, seeming content to keep her in this precarious position. Slowly his hand slid up her rib cage before his fingers spread over the side of her breast. "I've always wondered what this room was for." He remarked casually.
"Storage." Amanda gulped hard. God knows that she had fantasized about Jackson enough times, but never had she actually believed that something like this might happen.
"And here I always thought this is where you lured your customers to have your wicked way with them." Jackson zeroed in on the stiff peak and rolled it between his thumb and forefinger.
"Only on Tuesdays and Thursdays." It was all Amanda could do not to drop the box above her.
"What about Saturdays?" His hand continued its search lower and Amanda felt the moisture pool between her thighs.
"I suppose I could add Saturdays to the list." She whispered breathlessly as his fingers slowly tugged up the hem of her skirt.
"Well what do you know?" Jackson's finger slid past the edge of her panties and between her moist folds. "It's Saturday."
At this point all Amanda could do was nod because what that finger was doing to her was nothing short of incredible. Leisurely Jackson spread her juices over her labia, teasing her by not actually touching anything that would feel really good. "You know, you're not a very nice girl either." The rough pad of his finger circled closer to her clit. "You send me home every night with a hard on and have never once offered to do anything about it."
