A couple years ago I had to get a job to help my husband with the bills. I applied at many retail stores. Finally a small sporting goods store close to my house called. I got an interview. I headed to the store with my resume in hand.
The manager Steve showed me into his small office. Mounds of paperwork littered his desk.
"Hello Suzan, please have a seat." Scott said.
The 'manager' was a kid in his mid twenties. I could tell he thought he was something special for being a manager of this crap specialty store. He was a skinny white kid that looked like he should be in charge of book returns at the school library.
I on the other hand was in my mid thirties at that time. As always the cleavage was showing from my 36 C's. My lips had the typical ruby red lipstick on and my hair was pulled tight back in a braid. This was the way I typically dressed. I enjoyed the attention from other men and could see that it was working on my future boss.
"Hello s-sir." I said snapping him out of the daze my breasts were causing.
Steve quickly looked down at my resume and scanned the information.
"I need someone to work nights and close the store, think you can do that?" He asked.
"Sure, I can start at five and work until close." I answered.
"Good, I can start you at eight an hour." He stated.
"Sure, I guess that will work." I answered. I wasn't sure of what was a good rate since I hadn't worked in over five years.
"Can you start next Tuesday?" He asked.
"Sure can, what about uniforms?" I asked.
"We just wear our own clothes, what you are wearing now will work just fine." He said while staring at my chest again.
"Ok see you then." I snapped as I got up from the chair. I caught his eyes on my waist burning holes in my panties.
"Yeah sure see you then." He said flatly.
I turned and left the store. Tuesday rolled around and I began my training with Steve. Basically I did all the work while he directed. After a few days I found out from the other employees his father owned the store and lived out of state somewhere. That left Steve in total control of the business.
I told my husband about some the duties I performed and some customer service issues we faced. He couldn't believe the store stayed in business. My husband Dave is so business savvy.
One day I was five minutes late to work after about three weeks of working there. Steve was at the door checking his watch as I strolled in.
Steve said "You're late, and within your first month, this is serious, I had to man the store alone this afternoon since Tony went home sick. I will talk to you later about this." Steve then ran off to his hole in the wall office and slammed the door.
What a dick. I just resigned myself to his write up. I began cleaning up the store since really I was the only employee of this place that cared. After about three hours of mundane work Steve appeared from his office. What he did in there no one is sure. But from the ways he had been watching me over the past few weeks I figured he was beating off thinking about my pussy wrapped around his cock.
"We are closing now since we haven't had a customer for the last hour." He said.
Surprisingly he seemed in a good mood. "Good I am almost done fixing the last section." I said.
Steve walked over to the door and locked it while flipping the sign.
He then turned and said "When you are done I want to see you in my office."
I finished up and knocked on his door.
"Come in." Steve said.
