Michelle couldn't help but smile as she slid out of her Oakdale Grove park uniform. Her shift had just ended and she was off to pack for her long weekend with Scott. Her boyfriend had surprised her yesterday at the concession stand with plans for three nights and three days at his friend's timeshare. Just the two of them.
She had countered with a surprise of her own. Pulling him into the back kitchen, she dodged her fellow employees and took him to one of the rarely used storerooms. Their lips met in a passionate flurry, both of them biting and kissing down each other's skin. She had just managed to slide off her apron when she had heard Rachel in the next room.
Boy, that had been close. Scott had hidden behind a cart of folding tables while Michelle pretended she had been looking for some burgers. After a reprimand for "wasting time and taking extra breaks," Rachel had left.
"What a bitch," said Scott coming out from behind the cart. "You weren't taking a break."
Michelle rolled her eyes at him.
"Okay," he corrected. "But she didn't have to be such a jerk about it."
"It's fine," Michelle said. "We should really be more careful around here."
"Why's that?" said Scott kissing up her neck. Michelle shivered and a soft moan escaped her lips.
"Because," she said pushing him away, "my boss will go absolutely apeshit if he finds out I'm having sex on the job. There's no way I can afford to lose this job."
"Alright, alright," said Scott. "I get it." He ran his hands through her long, chestnut hair and sighed. "I guess I can wait..."
"You better wait, mister," she laughed and kissed him briefly. "Only two days."
And now, finally, only one day remained, Michelle thought as she packed away her hat and name tag. This weekend was going to be the first time they had ever had more than a whole day together. She intended to enjoy every single second of it. She might even ...
"Hey, Michelle," said Rachel as she walked into the changing room.
"Hi, Rachel," Michelle said. "I was just leaving ..."
"Actually, you can't leave yet."
Typical. The blonde-haired, blue-eyed goddess of Oakdale Grove needed some dirty work done. She was the boss's favorite employee, for all the wrong reasons Michelle suspected, and could do whatever she wanted. And look who was right here in her cross-hairs.
"You know I'd love to, Rachel," Michelle replied. "But I already punched out. I'm sorry I can't help you out."
"It's not me you need to worry about," Rachel sung back in the same sweetly sarcastic tone. "The boss would like to see you in his office. Immediately." With a big grin and a wink, Rachel turned on her heels and left.
Someone needs to pop her in the fucking mouth, Michelle thought as she slammed her locker door shut. She headed out of the changing room to the administration hall. The hall was a short one. Technically, there were only two official offices in Oakdale Grove. Park manager and assistant manager. The nice one, Dale the assistant manager, had left for vacation in Vegas.
That just left Nathan. Nathan was a forty-some year old high-school dropout whose only claim to the job he now held was a tenuous relationship with the previous park-owner's daughter. When the park changed hands, Nathan was kept on and the bastard dumped his former fiancé and meal ticket.
Now, Nathan did little more than squat at his desk and scan the monitors with his beady little blue eyes for ridiculous personnel infractions. Like one he had Miguel fired for "giving away park goods to non-paying customers." He had given a little girl a second helping of ice cream after hers had fallen to the ground. Before becoming his favorite, Rachel had once been temporarily suspended for missing a single day of work in nine months, because her father had gone into the hospital.
Michelle had taken Nathan's insane tactics into consideration during the month she started seeing Scott. She knew where all of the cameras were hidden in Oakdale Grove. The cave had two of them and Michelle had managed to move Scott into the break room before they moved into a spot where they could have been seen. She also avoided meeting Scott anywhere where customers thought they were alone. Nathan often used his customer's ignorance to zoom in on more than one well-endowed young woman.
He was a fucking pig. There was no one on earth that Michelle disliked more, not even Rachel. But still, she had to endure his inane remarks and his non-concealed glances at her body for only a few minutes, and then she would have one more day before she could drive away from this place and into Scott's arms.
The door to Nathan's office was easy to spot. It had a very battered, two-year late addition of a swimsuit calendar posted on his door. Oddly enough, the door was shut. Michelle thought a moment about just turning and leaving, letting the consequences fall upon her when she returned tomorrow. But she wasn't in the mood to tempt fate. She knocked.
"Wha... what... uh?" panted Nathan from inside. His breaths were rapid and heavy. Then, the sound of a chair falling echoed into the hall. "What is it?"
"Um... it's Michelle, sir," she answered. "You wanted to see me?"
"Oh..." more heavy breathing "Oh yes. Give me just a minute."
I don't want to know, thought Michelle. I just want to get yelled at, take my unpaid days off or whatever, and get out of here. Once again, she thought about leaving, but it was too late now. She could hear him rapidly shuffling through papers, an occasional muttered curse reaching her ears.
"Just a moment," he said. More heavy breathing, although it was fading now, and more shuffling. Finally, the door opened.
"Michelle," he smiled. "Do come in."
The short, semi-balding man was looking even worse than usual. His face was beet red and he was sweating. His eyes looked her up and down, and Michelle tried to ignore the increased hitch of his breath. Finally, he got remembered that he had in fact invited her in and stepped aside. She walked to the chair, intensely aware of his eyes following her ass. He shut the door and sat down at his desk.
"So..." he said after a moment more of ogling her. "You have three days off in a row. Anything special you had in mind."
Was he trying to go on a date? Is that what this was? "Um, no, not really. Just going to spend some time with some friends."
"Oh," he said. "That's nice. Anywhere specific?"
"I'm not totally sure yet," she replied.
"Mhmm. That's interesting." He paused for a moment, a long moment. He wiped the sweat off of his brow with a handkerchief. He looked about to speak but then stopped, his eyes once again travelling across Michelle's neck and down to her chest.
"Was there something you needed to talk to me about, sir?" Michelle said. This was getting ridiculous. She had places to go.
"Oh, I'm sorry Michelle. Are you in a rush?"
"Actually, yes. I was planning to meet my friend right after my shift."
"Well, I'm sure he can wait."
He? she thought. How did he know my friend was a he?
Then it hit her. Rachel. That backstabbing bitch told the boss I had a boyfriend whom I was hanging out with at work. Well, that was fine. Rachel didn't know anything about the other stuff Scott and her did at work. She was oblivious.
"I suppose he can."
"That's good. That's good." He looked at his computer and sighed. "Michelle, I'm afraid we have a bit of a problem."
"A problem, sir?"
"Yes, Michelle. A rather impending problem."
"About me?"
"No, about me." He laughed, which was more of a snort. "Yes, of course about you."
"I don't know what it could be about, sir."
"Oh really," he said. He grinned and turned the computer monitor toward me. "What do you make of this, then?"
He clicked his mouse and suddenly the screen showed the employee break-room. The door opened and in walked Scott, shirtless. Michelle followed closely behind. Then Michelle raked her fingers down Scott's chest before Scott tore off her shirt and bra. The screen paused.
How could he have gotten that? "There aren't any cameras in the break room."
"Actually, there is. I installed one about three days before that incident occurred."
Michelle couldn't say anything. She stared at her boss, whose wicked grin went all the way up to his eyes.
"How surprising it was for me, to find my dear Michelle, innocent, buxom Michelle, having sex in my break room."
The word sex hung on his tongue, like a sliver of drool. He licked his lips and continued.
"Imagine my surprise, to find this footage." He pressed fast forward and then resumed the video. Scott had been tackled to the ground and pinned under Michelle's strong thighs. With her bare pussy his face, Michelle watched as she took Scott's cock in her mouth for the first time. She remembered it well. He had been throbbing hard for her, his cock warm and thick in her mouth. She remembered his gasps as she took his whole cock into her mouth. The salty taste of his precum...
"Glad you're enjoying it again, deary."
Michelle gasped as she noticed that she had been running her fingers down her arm. Her nipples had also grown hard and she had spread her legs open a bit. She quickly closed them and looked away from the screen.
"Mr. Corgan, I'm ... I don't ..."
He hit fast forwarded the video again and resumed playing at a different location. He had installed a camera in the employee bathroom by the Sonic Coaster too. And a microphone.
"Oh Scott, fuck me! Fuck me hard!" Michelle's voice played as she rode Scott. Scott was lying on a towel with his pants unzipped and thrust his hips into the air, bouncing Michelle across his throbbing cock. The camera was in a perfect position to see Michelle's 36 DDs shaking up and down as she rode him, crying out Scott's name.
Back in the office, Michelle bit her lip as she noticed herself getting wet. Scott had been so amazing that day. It had felt soo fucking good. That's all it was. She crossed her legs tighter and tried not to think about it.
"So, you see I've been keeping this under my hat for a while now," said Nathan. "I was hoping the situation would remedy itself." He could barely talk about it with her now. For all of his pervy bravado, a little sex had made Nathan nervous.
"Then Rachel told me about an 'odd' incident that occurred the other day."
"She did?" Michelle murmured.
