Janice Demise was nearly a half-hour early to pulling into her parking spot at work. She worked as a cashier in a major department store in the Midwest. She waved briskly at her co-worker Ruthann Smythe as they walked into the store together. Ruthann pulled aside her short carrot-topped friend and in a sing-songy voice said,
"Something got into you last night."
"Yep, sure did, and a lot more than once I might add." They both walked into the cash office to pick up their register drawers.
"Really? So how many times did Richard bring it home?" asked Ruthann in a very interested tone.
"Well let's just say I had five homers, and he had two." Janice answered smugly.
"Wow, must be true what they say about the brothers," said Ruthann, "When you're done with him, I'm on deck for Richard Jensen."
"Hey Ruthie, you had your chance at the company party. You decided to go home with 'big' Steve Jackson didn't you?" shot back Janice.
As a 5 foot 10 inch brunette with a 36C chest and legs that would a dancer to shame. Ruthann recalled how she had enticed 6 foot 2 inch blonde, blue eyed Steve to her home after the party. He promptly laid her down on the living room floor, fucked her leaking pussy for about three minutes before he came inside her, and then even more promptly fell asleep while his seven and a half inch cock deflated inside her.
The next morning she had tried to get him to redeem himself to no avail. Steve had the nerve to say she didn't turn him on enough. Since her divorce Ruthann had slept with at least 10 other guys at the store, some younger, some older, and she'd had no complaints and many compliments. She loved to fuck, and she was good at it, many men had told her so. She knew it was because Steve was still a little boy when it came to sex. 'What a shame too, all that meat gone to waste.' thought Ruthann.
"Well ya know Jan, we all live and learn. Some guys are all flash and NO substance. Glad to hear Rich has both, and I'm warning you right now, that unless you two are exclusive, he's fair game." retorted Ruth.
"We aren't exclusive, and probably won't be, but I'll tell you this Ruthie, if I can't keep him happy, he's free to go elsewhere, long as I get him on a regular basis. Right now I'm ready to go to work, and I hope I get the chance to go for another ride on the black pole soon." Snapped Janice.
What the cat fighting pair didn't see was 35 year old Gloria Persons in the cash vault listening to every word. 19 year old Richard Jensen came into the cash office to get his cash drawer as Janice and Ruthann were leaving for their lanes.
"Hey ladies, talking 'bout me I hope." as more of a statement than a question.
Jan replied warmly.
"All good too, very good." With a look of approval and satisfaction.
Ruthann added, "Yeah too good to be true, I may have to find out for myself."
Richard thought to himself, 'Soooo Steve must not be getting the job done for Ruthie."
Blonde Gloria Parsons peaked through the crack in the vault door at the young black cashier. Janice and Ruthann had spoke as if he were a master in the bedroom. Her ex-husband Greg was a superior lover and though she had tried on several occasions, none of her recent dates had matched Greg in skill or stamina. Maybe.... she pondered.
Richard saw Gloria looking at him through the crack in the vault. At 5' 1" she was a petite thing but very sure of herself. 'It might be fun to see what Glo's like in the sack,' he thought.
"Okay Glo, you can come out now and tell me what Ruthie and Jan were saying about me," he teased. "Was it ALL good?"
"Rich my man, it was so good, it was bad." She laughed.
Richard wasn't exactly sure how to take that, and decided he had to play Gloria a bit more carefully.
"Sometimes bad is bad, but sometimes it's VERY good." He chuckled.
As Gloria Persons pondered even more, Richard Jensen went to work. As he traveled to his assigned lane, he passed by his friend and co-worker Harry Waffle. Harry was probably about the only other guy there that could give him a run for his money with the MILF's. Age 20, he stood about 5'7" had dark blond hair a Fu Manchu moustache and was extremely lean. As time allowed they would exchange valuable data on the MILF's and babes at the store.
Rich m'man, how's it hangin'?" Harry asked as he approached.
"Straight up an' down Waff man." Rich replied. "How's 'bout you?"
"I broke the rule last week man, didn't mean to, but I was just too weak." Harry admitted.
The guys had just one rule when it came to laying pipe to the women at the store. They vowed to never touch a married woman. Harry looked a little sheepish and told Richard.
"You know there is only one attached babe here that would make me that weak."
Richard knew Harry's Achilles' heel was one hot little married babe named Carole VonDame. And Richard knew that she wanted Harry too, he saw the way she was grinding all up on Harry at the company party. Harry would have had to been gay to not get turned on by that, and Harry was as much man as he was.
"Shame on ya, Waff man, hope the old man doesn't find out." mocked Richard.