Brimming with excitement, Claire stepped out the next morning.
Her yellow summer dress kissed the tops of her knees, offering a glimpse of cleavage, just enough to hint without revealing too much. To her, it was the perfect balance of elegance and modern flair. Her vivid red lipstick, matching her cascading hair, gave her a bold, captivating charm. With her crisp white sneakers, she was determined to enchant from the very first moment and pave her way to a brilliant future.
Clara arrived at her new workplace to find Abe in the same position as the day before, on the ground, tools in hand, the sun beating down on his worn body.
He let out a rough breath when he spotted her, collapsed briefly onto the ground, and then forced himself upright with grim determination.
"Thank God, I could really use a distraction," Abe said.
He gave her a hug, restraining himself from groping her, but still holding her so tightly that he could feel her chest against his. It felt great to him.
Clara, on the other hand, did not feel great at all. Abe's sweat-soaked shirt made her uncomfortable, and she silently thanked God when he finally let go.
"Come to my office. Final checkups to make sure you're physically able to work here. Then we'll see what we can do with you."
As Clara climbed the stairs, she decided to ask again. "Why another checkup? We already did that yesterday."
"Don't start arguing again. I don't have the patience for it in this heat."
Abe slumped into his chair with a groan, sweat still clinging to his skin.
"Be a doll and grab me a cold beer, will you?"
She raised a brow. "It's barely 11 a.m."
He gave her a look and sighed dramatically. „Just get it. Cooler's under the stairs. Bring two while you're at it. One for you too, unless her highness is too delicate for a drink."
"Not for me," she said with a small smile and turned to go.
Clara found the cooler quickly. The beer was ice-cold, the bottles slick with condensation. She grabbed two and was about to head back when suddenly Dwight stood in front of her.
"Well, well, who do we have here? If it isn't my favorite pair of tits."
"Oh... hey, Dwight," she said, caught off guard. "I... I need to get back to your dad. We're in the middle of something..." She raised the bottles in an awkward gesture, hoping it would end the conversation.
He didn't move. "You still haven't thanked me for fixing your car," he said, voice low. "Come on... the least you can do is give me a proper hug."
Before she could say a word, Dwight pulled her against him.
What started as a hug turned into something rougher. His hands slid over her back, moving downward, firm and greedy. His face was buried between her breasts, licking and sucking without shame. She felt his grip tighten around her ass, the thin fabric of her dress giving him more than just an idea of her shape.
"Dwight, stop. I really have to go," Clara said, her voice tight.
She held the two cold bottles high above her chest, trying to keep them from slipping.
Her arms were tense, frozen between avoiding contact and not dropping the glass.
But Dwight didn't let go.
And he still wanted more. His fingers began tugging the hem of her dress upward.
"ENOUGH!"
The shout stopped everything. Dwight jumped back like he'd been punched.
Clara looked up, expecting Abe. But the office door was shut.
Then she saw him.
Massive. Over two meters tall. Thick, wide shoulders. Bald. His face was twisted, his eyes sunken deep with black rings. He stared straight at her without expression.
Fear gripped Clara.
He had saved her, but just looking at him was enough to give her nightmares.
She gave him a frightened nod and hurried up the stairs to Abe's office.
"That took forever. If you want to work here, you'll have to move faster than that," Abe said, his voice sharp.
Clara placed the beers on the desk with trembling hands.
"Dwight came out of nowhere and held me up. And then... this really tall, pale guy appeared," she said, her voice thin with fear.
"That was Herb, my brother," Abe said, popping the bottle open with his teeth like it was nothing. He drank deeply, then leaned back with a soft grunt, watching her.
He could barely contain the anticipation for what was coming, but Clara's nervous face gave him pause.
"Don't worry about Herb. He's so shy, he wouldn't even dare look at you unless you spoke to him first."
Clara's brow furrowed gently.
"You know, when someone looks like that, people can be cruel. He's been mocked his whole life, bullied. After a while, you just want silence, a little peace."
It touched her more than she expected.
"And besides," Abe added, "he's the only one here, apart from me, who actually works hard and never complains."
"I want to be like that too," Clara said softly.
"You don't know how much I hope you mean that," Abe replied with a shady smile.
"And what about Dwight?" Abe asked.
"He wanted to hug me and ended up grabbing my butt."
Abe shook his head in anger.
"But he's so short, his head was already halfway into my chest."
"What? He was on your ass and your tits?"
"Yeah... kind of."
"Don't worry. I'll kick his ass. Again."
Clara nodded.
"Trust me, Clara. That little prick's just testing his limits. He's never seen anything like you. You're the hottest and most beautiful thing this place has ever seen. That he's ever seen."
"Really?" she asked, both shy and proud.
"You don't have to be afraid of him. He's just a confused little boy trapped in the body of an awkward young man. All the talk, all the attitude, it's a front. You're way ahead of him, mentally."
"You're not serious?" she burst out.
No one had ever said anything like that to her. Sure, she got compliments about her looks all the time. But mentally? That part of her had always felt... off.
Abe must be someone truly special, she thought.
He was the first person who had ever seen that in her.
"So, next time he tries anything, you're not gonna be a quiet little mouse, got it? You show him what you're made of, okay?"
"My tits?" Clara asked innocently, puzzled.
"No, not your fucking tits, your confidence. That you're a strong, capable young woman who won't be pushed around by some little creep."
"Ohh," Clara said with a bright smile. "I'll show him!"
"Damn right," Abe grinned, lifting his hand. "All good now?"
"Better than ever," she said and slapped his palm with cheerful energy.
"Alright," Abe said as he leaned forward. "Let's finish this checkup. Off with the dress. Come over here."
Clara tilted her head, confused. "What?"
"Yesterday it was your breasts. Today it's your ass. Just because I like you doesn't mean I'll risk the company."
"How would my butt risk anything?"
He smiled faintly. "Implants. You've heard of Brazilian Butt Lifts, right?"
Clara frowned softly. "But my butt's not even that big..."
"Still damn juicy. Could pass for fake," he said, almost thoughtfully.
