I hate my job. Why you may ask? I can tell you using only two words: pizza boy. Ah, no you see. Driving a crappy company car, running in and out, greeting strangers at your door who treat you like an intruder, lousy tips, what about that sounds like a bad job to you? Though it wasn't totally terrible. There was one thing I did like about it: Aleisha.
She was the cashier and quite frankly waaay too hot for this job. Just under six foot her skin was bronzed to a golden shine that drew everyone's eye. Her hang was long and wavy, dark and luscious, cascading over her shoulders. Her legs were long and meaty, her ass full and juicy and her breasts (DD if I had to guess, and I did a lot) large, bouncy and dominating. She filled out her uniform almost breaking it. Needless to say we got a lot of in store orders when she worked.
Going by the laws of the universe as ascribed by generations of television writers a woman like this shouldn't even know I exist let alone want anything to do with me. Aleisha wasn't like that, however. She went out of her way to talk to me, to ask about my day, to see how I was doing. Above all she went out of her way to flirt with me. I still remember my first day on the job. I was on break in a small kitchenette in the back when she came in to start her shift.
"Well aren't you the cutest thing I've ever seen."
I had to look around and make sure she was talking to me.
"A girl like me could just eat you right up. I might just to have to take you home with me tonight."
The bright red flush of my face just seemed to encourage her. She'd pinch my ass, find any reason to touch me or stand right up against me. At Christmas she'd maneuver me under the mistletoe daily. On her birthday she insisted on me giving her a kiss. On mine she squished my face into her breasts. Despite all this she never asked me out nor I her. It was harmless fun that was all.
All the while Aleshia was attending business classes at the local college, a fact she was rightfully very proud of. One day while we were in the break room she asked me something that I didn't expect.
"I only have one semester of classes left."
"That's excellent."
"When I graduate I think I'm going to splurge a little, get myself something I've always wanted."
"Go on, you deserve it."
"Can I have you?"
"Excuse me?"
"When I graduate can I have you as my reward. Can I take you home and keep you all to myself? Never let you go?"
I was sure this was more of her flirting so joking I said. "Sure, why not?"
"You promise?"
"I promise."
She beamed at this and went back to work. I never gave it a second thought. Maybe I should have.
My life was falling apart. I had gotten into a big fight with my parents over how I was living my life. We hadn't spoken in over a month. I was having trouble making my rent payments and my landlord was evicting me at the end of the month. The pizza place was losing business to a national chain with online ordering coming into town. It was clear some of us were being let go. Turns out pizza boys aren't irreplaceable or indispensable. To make matters worse Aleshia had left to focus full time on school. God I missed being sexually harassed by her. Well there's a weird sentence, huh?
I sat at a table in the break room at closing time, pouting.
"Don't worry baby. I'm here to take all your problems away."
"Aleshia?"
"That's right."
I turned around and my mouth fell open. She stood in the doorway wearing nothing but a lacy black bra and nothing else. Save for a large chain belt that adorned her waist.
"Aleshia!"
"Oh I love it when you scream my name. I hope you do that when we make love too."
I walked over to her, utterly confused.
"Why aren't you wearing any clothes?"
"Because my sweet little pet, I want to show you just what you're getting."
