Author's note: The names of my co-workers have been changed, for the security of all concerned, as I don't know who will read this. I wouldn't want to ruin anyone's career, my own included. I hope you enjoy my continuing exploits.
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I heard my name on the overhead pager.
"Uh-oh," my friend Keisha said. "What did you do now?"
We both laughed. She knew it couldn't be anything serious. Still, I was a little nervous. It was the first time in 2 ½ years I'd ever been paged overhead. My store frowned on using employee's names on the overhead. Instead, they used a numbering system for our ASM's, or department managers. My ASM was still on vacation.
"Maybe they're throwing you a birthday party," Keisha volunteered. I doubted that.
As I took the escalator to the upstairs offices where the store manager and her assistants had their offices, I thought about what had happened the week before.
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I had been due for my annual evaluation, but my own department ASM had just left on vacation, so one of the managers from a department upstairs had given me mine. He explained that it was strictly against company policy to go past my deadline, since they didn't pay retroactively.
That was fine with me. The ASM, a guy named Bob Hanstine, was an attractive guy in his early thirties. He was someone my coworkers and I had fantasized about before, but until that day, none of us had ever had any real contact with him. That all changed, in one afternoon.
"Hi, Tori," he said, seating himself opposite me, his eyes holding mine. The room he had chosen for my eval was a part-time storeroom that was just large enough for a stack of files and a couple of chairs, when cleared out. We were having a clearance sale, so it was empty. Still, I thought it a little strange that we were doing this here, instead of one of the ASM's offices. I didn't really mind; I found the closeness very stimulating, especially with his knees touching mine. I let mine separate just a little; I'm a terrible tease, sometimes. My skirt was short, but not inappropriate, by store policy. Still, I knew he could see well up my thigh. He noticed.
"I hope you don't mind our meeting here," he said. "The other offices are just too busy this morning. Besides," he continued, "I like the idea of being face-to-face, so to speak; especially when the face is so nice." He smiled. He knew by my own smile that I had picked up on his meaning. I bit my lower lip, a gesture I've been told is very sexy in certain circumstances, and he smiled again.
"Ah. Good. Now, Tori...I'm looking at this review, and I'm thinking it's not really reflective of how you've performed this last year."
I waited, unsure of what to say, and he continued.
"I'm going to change these percentages upward by quite a bit," he said. "I'm also going to lower your quota expectations." He hesitated. "I don't know how your manager is going to take it, but I've been watching you for quite a while. Quite a while," he repeated, "and I know a good employee when I see one. You're also very attractive...and that's a plus, in this business." He let his words sink in. This wasn't normally done, I knew, and I wondered what my own manager would say when she found out. I imagined she would confront me, and certainly him. Bob didn't seem concerned about that at the moment; his eyes were on me. He'd been glancing down to where I had my hands in my lap, and now he reached out and took one of my wrists.
"You can relax, you know," he said very softly, and stroked my wrist once with his thumb. I let my knees part a little more, and took a deep breath. I was suddenly very aware of how turned-on I was, and I wondered if he could sense it. I smiled at him. He was watching my face closely.
"Mr. Hanstine," I said, finally. "I appreciate that. Is there some way I can thank you?" I spoke quietly; barely a whisper, but it sounded like a gunshot going off in the little room. He seemed much more calm than I was, and laughed softly.
"Tori, that's entirely up to you," he told me, but his knee was pressing against mine, now; pushing it subtly outward. I glanced at the door.
He started to rise, and I put my hand on his hip.
"I'll do it," I said. There was no doubt about where we were going, but I wanted to be in control. He sat back down, and watched me as I went to the door. I locked it and turned to him. Wetting my lips, I said, "One time only," and waited for his response. He nodded.
When I loosened his belt, I could feel him shaking slightly. His breath was uneven. It served to empower me; I knew he was at least as nervous as I had been. My lust had taken over, though, and I was ready for this. I wanted this. I unzipped his slacks, and I could already see his erection tenting his boxers. I slid my hands down over his hips, taking his underwear down at the same time. He raised himself off the chair, reaching for me.
I kissed him briefly as I slid his pants to the floor, then pushed him gently back in his chair. I wanted him to watch me. I unbuttoned the top 4 buttons of my blouse and slid it back off my shoulders, then unhooked the front snap on my bra. His hands went to my breasts as I settled to my knees, between his legs.
His cock was nice; not too big, but it filled my mouth as I slid my lips around it. He sighed loudly as my tongue swabbed the underside, and his hands kneaded my breasts gently, pulling at my nipples just enough to excite them. I began to suck him, wrapping my hand around the base of his shaft as I slid my lips up and down his length. In minutes he was panting.
I could already taste his precum, and I knew he wouldn't last long. I moaned as I sucked him, knowing the vibrations would speed things along. I wasn't in a big hurry, but I didn't want this to go on for too long, for fear someone would catch on. I didn't need my coworkers talking about us; there was already enough drama in my store, at any one time. The flexing of his hips told me he was close.
Suddenly, his hands left my breasts, and went to my shoulders. He uttered an "Ogod," and then his hips thrust upward, tensing. In another second, I felt his cock thicken and contract, and his first load exploded onto my tongue. I swallowed it and waited for the second, which was larger, and then the third. After swallowing that, I began to suck him more deliberately, and he moaned as I tortured him with pleasure. When he pushed me off his cock, he could barely speak!
"Th-thank you, Tori," he stammered, as I pulled my bra back together and rearranged my blouse. "That should be all." I nodded, licking my lips as I did.
