"There's a nice set fellas."
Sam looked up from the join he was welding and looked in the direction Jackie Boy was pointing. Over on the sidewalk a brunette in tight jeans, her ass wiggling with every step, looked up as Jackie whistled to her and smiled, walking past the worksite.
"Oooh yeah, she's goin' for it Jack," said Gavin, elbowing him as the brunette walked up to a man standing on the corner of the street, putting her arms around her and pressing her breasts against him. She was facing the workers as she hugged the man and gave them a big wink, followed by a kiss before walking away.
"Damn, she was into me the whole way!" he said, shoving Gavin away. Sam smirked.
"Yeah, maybe if you ask her man nicely he'll let you have another look." He said. Dave, Leigh and Gavin laughed as Jackie Boy threw Sam a cruel look.
"Keep your trap closed, new meat. You wouldn't know a piece of ass if it pulled its pants down in front of you." He glanced at the others, who stopped laughing. "You don't even have a place in the Pool."
Sam looked down and got back to work. The Pool was a running bet between the sheeties and sparkies, and Jackie Boy was right, he didn't have a part in it.
6 weeks ago Sam had come to the company as an apprentice, and at 19 was the youngest worker on site. About roughly the same time there had been a massive failure on the manager's part and they had lost a whole lot of money, so a new manager had taken over running the company. The new manager was a woman, with dark red hair, a nice rack and a fiery temper. Casey had whipped things back into shape in no time, but was insistent on being closely involved in the running of things.
As such, she spent quite a lot of time on site, her chest bursting out of the white blouse she often wore. Wearing black high heels around the workplace wasn't regulation, but she knew the affect it had on the guys and did it anyway. The bet was who would get the chance to fuck her first. Sam's name wasn't on the list because after the massive money loss, they all expected him to be dropped to save costs. So far he hadn't been.
So far.
"Speak of the devil, and she doth appear," murmured Dave, and despite himself, Sam risked a glance up.
Casey was walking through the site in her usual black business suit and white blouse, her hair tied back to keep it out of her face, dark stockings covering her long, sexy legs. She smiled at the boys and walked with a slight shake of her ass that put the chick from the corner to shame. She never quite flirted with them, but you could see the smirk she had from a mile away.
Sam hurriedly got back to work and finished the weld. Closing up the gas line, he put down the welding tool and reached for his tool box to add a few things to his belt before moving on, and was confronted by a pair of black heels.
"Sam?" came a voice. He looked up and blushed as he realized he was staring almost straight up Casey's skirt. She was looking down at him with a clipboard in her hand and didn't seem to be aware of his gaze. He noticed her dark thigh high stockings stopped just above her knees but still hidden under the skirt, and she was wearing a very expensive looking pair of silky white panties with a little lace around the edges. Tearing his gaze from them before she noticed, Sam looked up into Casey's eyes.
"We need to talk about the work you've been doing here. Can you meet me in my office after lunch please." Without waiting for a reply, she turned and walked off, not looking back at all.
Sam's heart stopped. No! He couldn't lose this job! He needed the money desperately and at his age there wasn't a lot of choice around. Sighing with lost hope, he belted up and climbed a ladder to the next level.
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Work continued as usual until the 12:30 bell rang, announcing it was lunchtime. Sam dropped his tools and headed for the food van parked across the road in an empty parking lot. The man working there was a rude bastard but he made decent food at least, and the girl working there was definitely worth the bad manners.
Jenny was a little shorter than him, with deep blue eyes and long blonde hair pulled into a ponytail. She usually wore a white tank top and a pair of jean shorts with work grade boots on. She sometimes had a pair of thin gloves to keep her hands safe from the hot plates of food she handled, walking around the site giving customers their orders.
Sam liked her and they often sat down at morning coffee time to talk for a few minutes. At lunch time she had a nice 15 minute break while the boss went off and had a smoke, which gave her a chance to relax for a while, so they went and sat on a bench behind the food van away from the site. They usually chatted about normal things, like sports or the weather, but often he couldn't help staring at her chest, wondering what her breasts were like under the tight bra she wore. Once or twice he laid a hand on her leg while they talked, and she usually didn't argue but he was afraid to take it any further.
Today, however, he wasn't in the mood for talking.
"What's wrong Sam?" she asked as he sat with her behind the food van. She had slipped her gloves off today and had a can of coke with a straw, her lips tightening around it as she drank.
"The boss wants to see me after lunch today," he said, a little distracted by her lips. He explained the problems that had plagued the company around the time he had started working there and how he was afraid they were going to fire him.
"Oh, that's horrible!" Jenny said, and she laid her hand on his thigh. He couldn't help noticing how she leaned forward, letting him catch a glimpse of her cleavage. "But they must know you're a hard worker! They won't drop you just like that, they need you." She smiled at him and suddenly he wasn't so worried about the job anyway.
"Thanks, Jenny. I really do need this job, and I like seeing you at lunchtime too. I really like you." He smiled and rested his hand on her thigh in return, her skin warm to the touch.
"I like you too, Sam," she said, lifting her hand from his leg. He went to do the same when she brought her hand down on top of his, holding it in place. She looked at him as her hand started moving his up and down her thigh, her skin soft beneath his fingers. He looked up at her and she smiled back shyly, her hand moving his slowly up now, closer to the leg of her shorts, his fingers sliding to her inner thigh...
With a loud buzz signaling the end of lunch, Jenny stopped moving and shook her head, as if coming out of a trance. Looking at him, she let go of his hand and stood up, letting him brush his hand down her leg as she turned and walked away to the other side of the van, leaving him a little shaky and realizing he had to be in the boss' office.
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Casey was sitting at her desk when the secretary showed him in, her jacket hanging on a stand next to the door. The desk was side on to the door, so he could see her high heels were off and tucked under the desk, but didn't risk looking at her legs for too long. She waited for him to sit down in front of her before putting the file down and looking at him.
"You've been an apprentice here for 6 weeks, correct?"
He nodded, unsure what the meeting was about. She looked at him with a hard stare and he felt his hopes sink a little lower. Abruptly she sighed and leaned forward, crossing her arms and resting them on the desk.
"Do you know how old I am, Sam?" she asked him. He shook his head, realizing he had never thought about it.
"I'm 32. 32 and already divorced from a man who didn't seem to realize I'm his wife." She reached up and pulled on her hair ties, letting a few fiery red locks fall. "As soon as we got engaged it stopped being fun for him. He spent most of his time doing things that don't involve me. His work took up all his other time. I wanted a proper husband, so I divorced him. I wanted to be successful, so here I am, running a company. I usually get what I want."
Casey pulled the last few ties out and her hair fell loose, hanging around her shoulders. She leaned forward again and rested her chin on her hands, giving Sam a superb view of her boobs pushed together in her tight blouse. She looked into his eyes.
"Do you know what I want?" she said. Sam shook his head, trying not to stare. She got up slowly, bending over to show off her tits again. She moved around the desk as she spoke, looking at him.
"This company is more than just a job. It's my life. And as such I do what I want with it." She rested her hand on his shoulder, standing next to him. Her voice had changed slightly, almost inviting him to let his mind wander. "I want to make sure that everyone who works here is doing what I want them to do. What I need them to do. Otherwise there's no reason for me to want them here." She walked behind him now, with both hands on his shoulders, fingernails lightly gripping him.
"I know you're good at what you do here, Sam." She was talking quietly now, and Sam could feel a stirring in his trousers that definitely wasn't there when he came in. Casey leaned forward, and he felt her blouse touching the back of his head. He blushed madly.
