Mark arrived at work around 10 o'clock, unlike most days he was actually excited to show up to work today because the manager on duty was a hot little number named Natalie that he had a crush on. He worked in a cellphone store, it was air conditioned, with carpeted floors, where you just stand around for most of the day waiting for people to come in and buy a phone or ask you how to fix something on one. There were glass display cases the cellphones stood up on and they tended to have rough edges, so sometimes when you pulled the phones off the case the rough edge might cut you and give you a small cut, other than that, there wasn't much danger involved in the job.
There was however a back storage room, a kind of small warehouse with metal racking that they stored all their boxes on. The door was opened and Mark walked back there, usually the manager showed up a half hour early at 9:30, so Mark was looking for Natalie.
Natalie was 21 years old, she wore tight, short skirts, had amazing legs, a slim waist, perky tits, flowing blonde hair and bright blue eyes, and a fresh pretty face that always had a smile on it. Despite being so young, or maybe because of it, she was able to become the youngest shift manager at the company. It wasn't hard to like her, as she was always positive and flirty with everyone she talked to. When you made her laugh she would put her hand on your bicep and give it a little squeeze. She was easy to talk to, and flirt with, and Mark had never found a woman so easy to get along with and one so attractive. He had a secret crush on her but could never get the courage to tell her. Plus, she had a boyfriend. He would come into the store and they'd give a big kiss, she'd lift her leg up and they'd hug, making everyone that witnessed it jealous, including Mark.
So when Mark walked into the back room he was pleasantly surprised to see Natalie standing on a ladder, in a tight, short jean skirt, reaching up onto the top shelf. Her amazing legs and body were stretching upwards, a sexy muscle line running along her legs, and a nice piece of fleshy thigh visible below her skirt, more so because she was reaching her arms upwards which lifted the skirt higher. Her back was arched slightly and she was giving out a soft, cute moan as she struggled to reach what she was after.
"You're gonna hurt yourself," Mark said.
"Oh hi Mark, you caught me in an awkward position," Natalie giggled, always somewhat aware of just how much of a turn on she was in any situation.
Mark noticed what it was she was after. On the fourth and top shelf was a box on top of another box, nearly touching the ceiling, and that was the box she was after.
"Older models," she panted. "Trying to...reach it...some jerk...stacked it too high...aah," she said.
"You almost got it," Mark said.
Natalie went on her tip toes and reached up a little higher, while Mark bent his knees slightly. He could now see up her skirt, and see a pink thong tightly tucked into two magnificent butt cheeks. Mark immediately got a hard on. As much as he observed her closely, sometimes looking down her blouse at her cleavage or checking out her legs, staring at her butt, this was the first time he really got a good look at her goods.
"I can't get it," she sighed, no longer stretching her body. The show was over.
Mark felt like he owed her one, he got to see her underwear, the least he could do was help her get the stupid box. "Fine, get down, I'll get it," Mark said.
"Thanks, doll," she said. Natalie always said things like that, calling Mark "hon" or "sweetie," it always turned him on, and he was already fired up so he could feel his dick growing. As they switched positions he brushed up slightly against her, he worried she may have felt his boner, and it turned him on even more. His hands were shaking and his breathing was heavy.
"Okay, just hold onto the ladder," he said. He climbed up to the top step and tried to reach for the box. "Damn, this is really high up there," he said.
"I know, they shouldn't have put it on top of another box," she said.
"I guess I gotta go on the top," Mark said, referring to the very top of the ladder, with a clearly visible warning label that said "THIS IS NOT A STEP", but he had no choice, he couldn't reach the box otherwise. "Just hold the ladder, okay."
"I got it, dear, you're so brave, honey," she said. Mark should've used better judgment, but her sweet talk would've convinced him to jump off a bridge. He took a breath and stepped up on the top ledge, placing all of his weight on the very top of the ladder. He reached up to get the box. It was heavy, heavier than he thought it would be. He couldn't lift it so he tried to wiggle it, and then...
"Whoa," he said, and started to lose his balance. The ladder started to go one way, and he started to fall the other. He looked down. Natalie was holding the ladder, but she wasn't putting her feet on the bottom step. So when his 200 pounds and the 50 pound ladder started to sway, her tiny arms had no chance of holding the ladder in place since she wasn't putting her weight on the bottom step. "Oh shit!" he said as he fell to the ground, hitting the concrete floor and twisting his ankle.
"Ah fuck," he yelled.
"Oh my God, baby," she cried. She pulled out her cellphone and immediately called 9-1-1. "I'm here, baby, I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry," she kept saying she was sorry over and over again as she leaned over him, her hair falling out of her bun and falling over his face. He was in extreme pain, but he was able to get a great view of her cleavage, the combination of extreme pain and pleasure was just too much, and he felt himself losing consciousness.
The ambulance came and put him on a stretcher, He heard the paramedic telling him to breath and it would be all right. They brought him into the emergency room, put a quick brace on him and did an X-ray, it was a small break, nothing serious, but it would keep him off his feet for a few weeks. They gave him some pain meds and he didn't remember much else. They put a cast on his foot and when he woke up he was in a hospital room.
After stabilizing he felt okay except for some pain, and the real downer was the fact that he couldn't walk. The General Manager came to visit him and explained the situation. It was a workplace accident, the company would pay for everything, and he would get disability pay. It wasn't anyone's fault. His manager asked him if he had any questions or comments. Mark could've explained that Natalie wasn't holding the ladder properly, but he kept silent.
A few hours later, Natalie entered his hospital room, with a vase of flowers. She wore a tight, black dress, her hair made up with some sparkling earrings. Her shoulders were exposed, and she smelled freshly showered. She looked like she was going out for the night.
"Hey, you look great," Mark mumbled, realizing he hadn't spoken all day and his throat was dry. "You got plans tonight?"
"Well yeah, to be with you," she said. He didn't know exactly what that meant but it turned him on. "I'm so, so sorry for what happened. It's all my fault." She sat down at the edge of his bed, and immediately he started to get a hard on. Mark realized that his foot was broke but at least his cock still worked.
"I should've held the ladder better," she said. "You were doing me a favor, and I was the manager in charge, I...I'm so sorry."
Mark felt like he should've comforted her, saying something like 'well it was nobody's fault' but he was too busy being drawn into her beauty to speak properly. Also he was a little mad at her for putting him in this position. Even though the company said no one was at fault, she really was the one at fault. Maybe he should've used better judgment, too, but he was ready to jump off a bridge for her, so regardless of why or how it all happened, he was still a little mad at her.
"I'm just worried that because I'm so young, only 21 years old, and because you got hurt under my supervision, they'll see it as me being too inexperienced to be a manager. I'm worried they'll demote me or worse, fire me. Or even worse, you'll want to sue me."
Mark hadn't thought about that. Could he sue her? Probably not, but who knows, you can sue anyone. He didn't want to sue her, but, maybe this was the chance he had always waited for.
"Please, just forgive me, will you," she asked.
And now he understood her game. She waltzed in his hospital room with flowers, a sexy black dress, dolled up hair, and expected an easy forgiveness. Well no way.
"I don't know Natalie," he turned away from her. "I'm in a lot of pain. I can't walk."
"I'm so sorry baby," she said, putting her hand on his cheek. It immediately gave him a hard on.
"Well, you weren't even putting your foot on the ladder. Don't you know you ALWAYS have to put your foot on the bottom step?"
"I'm so sorry!" She cried. "I didn't know. I'm not used to ladders and warehouse shelves, and big boxes. I didn't know. I'm so, so sorry. I'll do anything if you forgive me."
