(As always, continued from Pt. 10)
"How come you never take a break, George?" I asked our current pool boy.
"The owner says we have to keep on moving no matter what we're doing, Mrs..."
"George, I told you to always call me Mara."
"Sorry, Mrs...er, Mara. Gotta stay professional, that's what the boss says."
"Ya, well your boss is a buzzkill. You deserve a break now and then and sitting with me is that break. I mean, am I so hard to look at?"
"Oh no! Not at all but the boss says that we should be careful of pretty women who might want to take advantage of us."
"If you don't mind me asking, how old are you?"
"Nineteen."
"And I assume you've had sex by now?"
"Yes," he said slightly embarrassed that I had asked.
"Then you know it's perfectly natural for men and women to be attracted to one another. So, you've been cleaning our pool for a month now. What do you think when you look at me?"
Here he began looking aimlessly off at nothing, "I don't know. I guess I think you're beautiful."
"Do you think of me when you're not here?"
This caused a giant pause as he looked bikini me up and down on the chaise. "Yes."
"And when you think of me do you ever touch yourself?"
Now an even longer pause that just being asked the question caused a noticeable bulge in his swim trunks. "Well...ahhhh....yes?"
"Mmmmm. You should know it makes me happy that you get hard for me."
"Really?"
***
I made a phone appointment with the lingerie store manager for 1pm which gave me plenty of time to craft the perfect look for selling sexy underwear. Classy but sexy. A black and white ensemble did the classy, the plunging neckline and little black skirt covered the sexy. Unfortunately, I couldn't wear my hotwife jewelry.
In my opinion, being a lingerie aficionado for all these years easily qualified me to know what people wanted. I knew what looked good on me and I knew what looked good on other women.
Julie took me into her office for the interview. Most of the questions were generic until we got to my age.
"I don't usually hire anyone over twenty-two or three. I find that a certain inexperienced naivety helps sales and projects the wholesome image we're going for."
"I'm twenty-eight not eighty-eight. I'll bet I can out sell any girl on your floor. Give me a tryout and I can prove it."
"I'm not sure because you're a little too sexy for this store."
"And what's wrong with sexy? Isn't that what you're selling?"
"Yes, but we're trying to avoid looking tawdry otherwise it cheapens the whole operation."
"Julie...you're selling crotchless panties and push-up bras. I can tell you, as a longtime customer, this is the store I go to buy clothes to get men to fuck me."
"Crudely put but I get your point."
"Give me one day and I'll prove that sexy sells sexy without tawdry."
We shook on it and agreed I'd start the following Friday which fit right into my grocery store schedule of Monday and Thursday. I had decided that I needed more stimulation but keeping my job schedule at three days a week was more than enough and didn't intrude on my leisure time.
***
Things were going well at the grocery and the cute manager carried through with his plan to put me on a checkout lane and then when his dick told him to he called me up to his office and fucked me silly. There was some resentment from the rank and file since everyone knew what was going on. For various reasons the employees generally didn't like me. Some were appalled, and some were envious but all of them had issues, especially when the district manager, Tony's boss, came for a visit.
Lenny was his name and Tony scored big brownie points by delivering me to Lenny for a nice afternoon fuck. This made Tony an indispensable manager and I became the highest paid employee in the store after payroll rudely let everyone know what I was making. The only ones who didn't care were the stock boys, occasional beneficiaries of my generosity.
Not surprisingly, Lenny began to only make his visits on days he was sure I was working. He'd walk in the door, look my way and instruct Tony to grab another person to either relieve me or shut down my lane entirely and take me up to Tony's office. Lenny usually wanted me all to himself and would either send Tony out of his own office or let him stay and watch or double down on me.
One particular visit Lenny sent Tony out of the room. He was so in a hurry to get it on with me that he'd forgotten to close the blinds. One of the check out girls pointed out to Tony that you could see my head bobbing up and down on Lenny's cock for all the store to see.
Tony made a mad dash upstairs to right the oversight but by then a customer had videoed the scene and it found its way to the internet. Lenny was reprimanded and reassigned. Tony claimed ignorance with what was going on and that left me to be fired which is how these things usually go for women.
But much to the dismay of my coworkers and my surprise, when the regional manager came to interview me he asked me to explain in detail what had happened. He got so turned on by the story that he closed the blinds and asked me to act it out which ended with him fucking me on Tony's desk.
If that desk could talk.
Consequently, I kept my job and, although it was way out of his way, the regional manager started making regular visits, "to make sure everything is ship shape." Of course, he had his cock in me every time he came.
In the middle of it all I was having a great time. Love the grocery.
***
"Yes really, George."
"Wow," he said, adjusting his trunks.
I scooted over just enough for him to recognize the invitation. I softly patted the chaise cushion, "Sit next to me and I'll rub your back."
He sat but appeared to be struggling with one of the greatest decisions of his life to this point. I ran my hand under his T-shirt and lightly rubbed his muscular back. "This would be easier without the shirt."
He pulled it over his head.
"Tell me, George, when you fantasize about me and your cock gets hard, what am I doing? Are you seeing me naked or what?"
"Yes, you're naked and...you're touching me."
"Touching you where?"
