Summer Job
Having the big bay doors open was always more pleasant, seeing the sun just had a way of making a day better. Not that Diandra Canton was having a bad day, in fact she enjoyed her summer job at Banting Construction.
Having finished her first year of university, the twenty year olds dad, who was friends with the companies owner, had lined up the summer job working in the main shop. Even though it had nothing to do with her career aspirations, the job was pretty simple and Diandra kind of enjoyed that aspect, making sure her summer wouldn't be at all stressful.
Overall her duties mainly involved cleaning up around the shop, odd jobs, getting deliveries ready and usually going along with Ron, the shops foreman, to unload the trucks at the job site. Those honestly were the best days, far from the typical stereotype, the majority of guys she dealt with were nice and seemed to like her a lot and that made getting out of the shop a fun change of pace.
It wasn't that Diandra didn't receive her fair share of innuendo, but most of the guys were rather well behaved around her. The only guy she really didn't think to highly of, was her direct boss, Ron. Like some other guys he made comments, but his always had more perverted feel to them. Most likely the feeling was due to catching Ron, checking her out non stop.
Always he had a comment to make, or would ask questions that bordered on inappropriate, trying to mask those as simple jokes. Openly talking about his ex wives, usually in crude and demeaning ways, left Diandra with a bad taste in her mouth.
Standing well over six feet, he was broad chested man with a stomach that may have been shape once. His size only seemed to make his comments even more lewd and intimidating. Currently painting a couple signs for one site, Diandra stood and stretched, checking her smart watch for the time. With only an hour to go in her Friday, Diandra quickly shook her boss from her mind and was looking forward to the weekend.
Having plans with her friends to get together that night and plans to meet up with Jefferey, a guy she had recently met at one of the job sites for Saturday, had the weekend looking like it would be a good time.
Just before summer break, Diandra's long time and only boyfriend, had broken up with her. While not truly unhappy with the split, the prospect of a rebound with Jeff, did have its appeal. Jeff made it very clear he wanted a more physical relationship with her,  but Diandra had been hesitant even for a fling, feeling that an eleven year age gap between them, was pretty big.
But even just being friends with Jeff, had led to some rumors going around about them. Diandra shot them down when she heard them, saying they where just friends. But it didn't stop some of the older guys from warning her about his unsavoury reputation.
Something about the bad boy aspect did play into the fling idea. But while Jeff never denied his womanizing ways with her, he had laughed when Diandra told him the guys said he apparently sold drugs.
Diandra's own best friend Shannon had told her to go for it, because this was the perfect time for a summer romance, to not worry about silly rumors. This was perfect, there was no possibility of a relationship, so at the end of summer, she could just end it.
The idea of it being so casual was very new to her and that also made Jeff an alluring prospect. It was this weekend that would be the moment of truth for her and to see if she could go through with just a fling relationship.
"Hey! I was just thinking about you..." Diandra couldn't help but smile as Jeff came walking into the shop. "Didn't expect to see you here today?"
"Yeah, some of the supervisors want to see me." Jeff took a moment to look over the beautiful woman he was so close to sleeping with, before looking around the shop.
"Supervisors want to see you?" Diandra's smile faltered, thinking that could never be good, but she instantly picked up on how Jeff was looking around, clearly nervous.
"Look Diandra, I don't have a ton of time and I promise I'll explain everything to you in a bit!" Bringing his hand out from behind his back, Jeff passed a small, blue lunch bag to Diandra.
"What's this?"
"Just trust me, none of this is as bad as you think it is. But I need you to take care of that for a bit." Looking at his own watch, Jeff knew the bosses would be out soon to look through the company truck he had been using.
"What's in here? Jeff!" Diandra had a sinking feeling in her stomach and suddenly she realized that the rumors were true about Jeff. "Is this...drugs?"
"Quiet!" Shaking his head, Jeff saw the naivety in Diandra and her youth. "Yes, but it's not like you think. I have to go, but I'll call you soon and explain everything, it's not as bad as you think!"
Before she could ask another question, or even refuse to take the lunch bag, Jeff hugged her quickly, before turning and left the way he had come. "What the fuck..."
Standing all alone in that part of the shop, Diandra couldn't help but look around nervously. Wondering what Jeff meant by take care of it for a bit, Diandra wasn't about to get caught with anything like this.
Immediately images of what could happen went through her mind. She knew the company drug policy and that would mean instant termination. Depending on what was in the bag, could mean much, much worse. Police involvement, charges, being arrested. Like a freight train, these thoughts rushed through Diandra.
Not to mention the trust from her parents would be destroyed. While even in her panic, she knew her mom and dad would believe her, there would always be a part of them that didn't. "Fuck." Feeling like not one good thing could come from this, Diandra quickly made up her mind to get rid of the bag.
Stopping what she was doing, Diandra tried to act as natural as she could and made her way upstairs to the lunch room. Thankfully most people around the shop were busy, but through an open doorway she had seen Ron and Bill, Jeff's supervisor, heading outside.
Tossing the blue lunch bag into the garbage, she quickly tied the  black bag closed. Pulling it from the can, Diandra made her way out of the shop, the opposite way towards the large waste bins in the back.
Opening the lid and tossing it out, Diandra felt a momentary sense of relief. But the possibilities of what could have or could still happen, wouldn't leave her mind. For the rest of the afternoon Diandra didn't see or hear from Jeff, other than a text saying "All good, talk to you tonight."
Still freaked out and very upset with Jeff for not only lying to her, but putting her in a compromising position, the nineteen year old deleted his text.
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Ron Sampson watched the last car leave the parking lot before he hit the button to close the security gate. Walking back into the large building, Ron double checked several of the loaded pick up trucks that would be needed first thing Monday morning for the guys to make it to the job site. After finishing off his last duties, Ron made his way back to his office, which was located at the back end of the main shop.
Sitting behind his desk Ron looked up through the large bay window and looked across the shop, double checking to make sure no one had in fact come back or had forgotten anything. Turning on his laptop, the large man opened up the security camera feeds and began to look it the days footage.
Most would find this to be incredibly boring, but it was becoming the favorite part of the shop foreman's day. Selecting the time index, Ron quickly found the moment he was looking for. Coming up in hi resolution on his screen, was the beautiful summer student Diandra, who was bent slightly over a table, painting some signs for one of the job sites.
Zooming the camera in on Diandra's toned and firm looking backside, Ron was happy he had convinced management they needed new cameras in the shop area. They of course never bothered to follow up on most things and because of this, Ron had spared little expense in getting cameras that would help him spy on the now twenty year old university student.
Having to stretch as she painted the sign, Ron licked his lips as Diandra's pink panties poked out from the top of her jeans. "Fuck that's a gorgeous ass."
Typically each summer they would hire one or two summer students to help out around the shop. But when the owner would have him hire a friends kid, it always went poorly and Ron hated doing it. Usually the kid was spoiled, self interested and useless, so being told to hire Diandra as a personal favour, he had rolled his eyes and complained quietly to himself.
But Ron had never been so happy to eat his own words as the moment Diandra walked into his office for the first time. Standing about 5'5, Diandra had her long brown hair tied up in a pony tail, fully revealing her beautiful face and shiny, brown eyes.
The work clothes she had on, a tight white shirt and blue jeans, highlighted her athletic body and Ron's eyes had been glued to her very ample chest. From that initial meeting, Ron had altered what Diandra's overall duties would be, ensuring that she would remain at the shop and directly working for him.
Ron knew that it wasn't only him that ogled Diandra and many of the guys at the job sites, including his friend Bill, had openly stated being envious to get to stare at Diandra all day. How jealous would they be if they could see the footage he had recorded of her, footage he used to help relieve himself of tension on a regular basis now.
