The devil makes work for idle hands.
So said Rob, the owner and manager of 'Shutters', the camera shop.
Besides Rob, who was thirty three and married to Jill, there was Paul, at thirty eight the oldest member of the team. Paul was good looking and had a great personality. All the ladies adored him, for his looks and his way with words. Then there was the baby of the team, Mandy. She was twenty and recently engaged. Finally Cassie. She had joined six months ago and absolutely loved the job because it merged her two great passions in life; photography and talking to people.
Well, she also had her husband of eight years, Gary, and her five year old son.
But she loved this job. The people were all so friendly and had made her feel really welcome. When it was quiet they would talk and talk. About anything. Including sex. Nothing sinister, just gossip, chat and jokes. She found there were no real boundaries as to what they could say to each other as long as they didn't get too intrusive into each others private relationships.
Cassie and Mandy became great mates, and it was Mandy who had helped her find her feet. After a month or so, she could ask Mandy about the men.
Women stuff, like could they be trusted.
"Oh yeah no worries there," replied Mandy. "They talk about sex a lot, like all men, but they've never tried anything. They're more like big brothers now."
Cassie felt very comfortable at work. She was twenty nine. She was petite. Small in all ways - height, weight, breasts.
Her stand out feature was her ass. Gary her told her so. Her girl friends had told her so. And Paul had mentioned it.
One day at work she had asked the two men if they were ass men or tits men. Rob said he was a tits man, Paul admitted to being an ass man.
"Oh well I'm safe there then!" she joked to Rob, pointing at her small chest.