A Full Time Position

Book to shelf. Book to shelf. Book to shelf. Book to...no, wait. No room on the shelf. Take down something that doesn\'t look like it will sell, then book to shelf. Stop shelving books to take the Unsellable Thing and drop it off in the back room. There are shelves, categorized by genre, but that doesn\'t mean much because there\'s never enough fantasy or science fiction, but always too much mystery and romance. Nobody wants to think or be adventurous; blood and sex are what sells these days.



George was on the third cart of books for the day, with each cart holding nearly three hundred books. It might have taken close to four hours to do it, but he was just about done. This was a good thing, since according to his stomach it was almost time for lunch. He whistled as he wheeled the empty cart towards the back storage room, his mind turning to such carnal delights as cheeseburgers and pizzas. The choices were endless down at the food court, and it made his mouth water.



He backed up to the storage room door, turning sideways to go through it, only to find Samantha trying to go the other way. The doorway was cramped, however, and they found themselves pressed up against each other, with the trailing cart blocking Samantha\'s path out. George suddenly found himself pushed against the doorframe by the cute brunette, her soft breasts flat against his chest. And of course she was wearing her traditional low cut tee shirt, making it very easy for him to stare at those wonderfully soft breasts. He tried to maintain eye contact with her, but his gaze kept flickering a little lower. Eye contact, tits. Eye contact, tits. Eye con- of fuck it, who the hell did he think he was kidding? At the rate he was going, George was soon going to find himself pressing back against her in a very unprofessional manner.



\'Think fast, George!\' he thought. \'This could be a golden opportunity if you don\'t blow it!\'



"So, uh, when do the new books come in?" he asked. \'Fuck!\'



\'Yeah, you blew it...\'



"Oh, they come in every Sunday," Samantha answered, seeming to be not the least bit put out by the situation. In fact, if George\'s imagination wasn\'t playing tricks on him, it sort of felt like she was pressing up against him harder, as if she were trying to get him to react...



"Uh, isn\'t that kind of weird?" George asked. "I mean, who delivers on a Sunday?"



\'Ah well, might as well see this all the way through until the end. On the other hand, the longer the conversation goes...\'



"Um, actually, I don\'t know," Samantha said, momentarily confused. She definitely wasn\'t making it easy on him, though. She was close enough that he could feel the warmth of her breath on his skin when she spoke, and the way her breasts shifted against his chest didn\'t help much either. In fact, things were getting pretty hard. "There\'s normally just a load of boxes waiting in the storage area Sunday morning. I kinda always assumed that they got dropped off Saturday night, and that the freight guys have a key or something like that."



"Oh, yeah, that makes sense," George said with a nod, which led to a lingering look at her breasts. He could just see the barest hint of lingerie, and naturally she was wearing a black bra. Almost as soon as he realized it he tensed up, because there had definitely been a bit of a twitch that time. Close as they were, she had to have felt something... He felt his face flush, and realized he had to get out of there before things became even more embarrassing. "Um, well, I really should get going. I gotta put this cart away, and all that." He pushed the cart backwards a bit, giving her room to pass.



"Oh, ah, sure," she said, ducking her head to hide the smile on her face as she moved towards the front of the store, tucking a stray strand of hair back over her ear.



George shoved the cart against the wall as hard as he could once he was inside the storage room, letting it clatter off to the side. He sank back against the door and buried his head in his hands, muttering, "Well, that could have gone better."





* * *



"Well?" Joanne asked as Samantha slid behind the counter.



"This close!" Sam answered, holding up her thumb and forefinger less than an inch away from each other. "Oh my god, the way he was staring at me, like he wanted to eat me alive. My panties are soooo damp right now, its not even funny. I need to get fucked, and now."



"Hah! I knew he was a dirty old dog!" Jo said with a laugh, quickly bagging a customer\'s purchase. The old lady nodded her thanks and slowly ambled away.



"Well, he may be a dirty dog, but he is hung like a horse!" Sam squealed as she leaned against the counter, fighting the urge to put her hands into her pockets.



"You didn\'t!" Jo exclaimed. She had never known Sam to be so bold before.



"We got caught in the doorway to storage. I may have kind have possibly rubbed against him a little." Sam said bashfully. Her cheeks began to glow a bright red as she blushed.



"No!" Jo swore. "What happened?"



"Well, I got a bit of a response..."



"Oh, you go girl!" Jo said, and the two high fived. "So just how big are talking? Like this?" she asked, holding her fingers spread apart. "Or like this?" moving them farther out.

"Jo!" Sam protested. "Definitely not the first."



"So like this?" Jo offered, moving her fingers even farther away.



"NO!" Sam blurted, loud enough that a nearby customer turned around a tutted at her.



"Sorry, Mrs. Picklemeyer!" Sam said before turning back to confront Joanne. "Somewhere between the second and the third."



"You suuuuuure?" Jo asked, leaning in close and batting her eyes.



"Oh, how am I supposed to know?" Sam demanded. "It isn\'t like he was just waving it around in front of me! What was I supposed to do, tell him to pull down his pants and whip out a tape measure?"



"Oooh, now there\'s an idea!" Jo exclaimed, her eyes lighting with mischief. She began "I\'ll be right back!"



"No, wait!" Sam said, making a desperate lunge for her friend. But it was far too late. Jo easily ducked under the swiping arm and through the swinging door that separated them from the moneyed hordes. The aisles were narrow, and clogged with the day trippers from the old folks home up the street. Sam tried to give chase, but Jo was simply too nimble to be caught. Off in the distance she heard the chime that marked the opening of the storage room door.



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George was carefully considering his choices for lunch, whether today was a Snickers day or a Twix day, while at the same time regretting he didn\'t have enough spare change for both. He slipped his last quarter into the machine, and his finger hovered over the letters. Closing his eyes tight he pulled back his hand back, deciding to let it all ride on the whims of fate. His finger stabbed forward, once, twice, and the ancient vending machine whined and rattled as it deposited...a pack of chocolate covered raisins.



"Well, damn," he muttered with a frown, reaching for his meager meal.



"GEORGE!"



George spun quickly at the sudden cry, partially out of reflex at hearing his name, and partly because Joanne had simply been so loud as to startle him. In the process of reacting he managed to smash his shoulder into the side of the vending machine, in turn causing him to exclaim, "Fuck!"



"Don\'t mind if I do!" Jo replied as she literally leapt on to him. George reflexively stepped towards her as she leapt, managing to catch her before she slammed him into the machine. It also gave her enough room to wrap her legs around behind his back. Before he could say or do anything she roughly grabbed him by the back of his head and pulled him into a deep, passionate kiss. George resisted at first, unsure of what to make of the situation, finally realizing she was serious as her tongue began to tease his lips. Seeing how involved she was he began to relax, teasing her back with his own tongue. He took a step backwards, accidentally rattling the vending machine.



Joanne was all smiles as she came up for air. "So," she asked, "you don\'t a mind a little bit of sexual harassment between coworkers, do you?"



"Hmmm, it depends," he answered as he let her slide to the floor, not once regretting the feel of her body against his. She wasn\'t as soft as Samantha was, but there was sense of energy and excitement about her that the shyer girl lacked. "What did you have in mind?"



"Well," she said, turning him around. "Samantha and I were just talking about you." She gave him a light shove, but it caught him off guard. He stumbled backwards, falling into the waiting office chair. "Apparently she was just in a bit of a tight situation with you, and found things to be rather hard for her. I was curious about just how hard myself."



She slowly began to unbutton her shirt, a simple blue and black plaid pattern that she wore untucked over her jeans. The heavy fabric of the shirt didn\'t sway much, leaving just a thin glimpse at pale skin as each button slipped from its hole. George found his expectations rising as she reached the third button, the one right above her breasts, his thoughts turning towards the color of her bra. One by one the buttons came undone, showing just a hint of cleavage, then a little more and a little more. As she reached the sixth button he came to a startling conclusion - she wasn\'t wearing a bra at all.



"Do you like what you see?" Jo asked as she reached for the next button in the line. Her nipples were already hard, and she couldn\'t tell which was more arousing, the way they rubbed against the rough fabric of her shirt, or the fact that she was openly seducing a coworker. She could feel how wet she was getting, her panties already damp and maybe a bit trickling down her leg as well.



"Oh, you bet I do!" George said, grinning. He reached for her, only for Jo to swat his hands away.



"Uh-uh," she tsk, waving a finger at him. "We can\'t leave Sam out there for too long, so I\'m going to have to make this quick." She bent over in front of him, her shirt falling open to reveal peach colored nipples. There was just enough room on the chair for her to kneel over him so she moved to straddle him. She rolled her shoulders back, thrusting her breasts out towards him, and slid her shirt off. The chair tipped forward as climbed on, and George slid his arms around her, pulling her closer. He gently nuzzled her, slowly kissing his way over to one of her taut nipples. He slowly circled the sensitive little bud before taking it into his mouth and sucking hard on it, causing Jo to gasp with pleasure.



"Like that, do you?" he teased as he moved over to the other one.



"Can\'t say that I don\'t," she said softly as she reached down to unbutton his jeans. There was already a happy little bulge in them, and it shifted slightly as she caressed his cock through the stiff fabric. "Like that, do you?" she mocked back.



"Touché," he replied. He shifted slightly in the chair so that he could slide his hand up between her legs. Her jeans were dark enough to hide the damp spot, but he could still feel it and that gave him an idea of where to touch.



"Tsk, tsk,!" she said, waving a finger in front of his nose. "Don\'t forget, I\'m the boss around here, which means that I\'m in charge and you do what I want, when I tell you. Right now we\'re just going to go over your qualifications to see what...position is right for you."



She slid backwards off the chair, causing it to rock forwards. She raked her fingers down his thighs as she knelt down on the carpet, then back up as she reached for the fly of his jeans. The button was worn enough that it didn\'t much as pop as click open, and the zipper was almost silent as she tugged it opened. She reached back and grabbed the hem of his jeans and underwear and slid them down. He had to raise his hips for her to get them all the way down, but soon they were resting comfortable around his ankles. His cock popped free as his pants came off, rocking slightly until it was pointing right at her.



"Hmmm," she said, taking it in hand and slowly stroking it. "It seems to like me."



"Oh, I think it does more than like you," George agreed. It had been a couple of months since the last time he had been with a girl and that didn\'t necessarily bode well for him. The hand around his cock was warm, the grip firm, and she stroked with a steady rhythm that made him shudder with pleasure. She had him just under the head of his cock, and each pull tugged his foreskin over the most sensitive part of his sex. She squeezed slightly, causing a small, clear bead of precum to rise from the tip.



She leaned in close, tilting his cock back so that she could slowly lick him from the base to the tip, slowly running her tongue around the edge of his crown. She flicked the drop of precum with the tip of her tongue, then look him in the eyes and smiled as she said, "Mmm, tasty."



"Well, there\'s more that came from," he chuckled.



She gave him a droll look and said, "Why don\'t you just sit there and enjoy, hmmm?" She gave him an extra quick tug, causing him to gasp. Bending over him again she blew softly on his cock, letting the warm air play against his skin. She smiled as she felt him shudder in her grip, enjoying the small sense of power it gave her. Playing with guys was fun, and it made her shiver with an extra sense of delight.



Teasing was teasing, but she wanted more. She sucked the head of his cock into her mouth, playing her tongue against his skin. There was a hint of salt in his taste as she rubbed her tongue over him, relaxing her jaw slightly to take him closer to her throat. He was big, but not too big, just the right size to fill her mouth. She sucked gently on him, a back and forth motion mixed with just a of precum for lubrication. There was this slight trick she knew...



George gasped as she sucked him deep, his fingernails digging into the leather of the arm of the chair. He felt his balls clench as his climax began to build, his cock twitching as his load got ready. Then she felt her throat close around him as she swallowed, a slow squeezing sensation. His mind blanked as he tried to breathe, but it wasn\'t helping. His breath came in short, shallow takes as tried to hold out, but he knew he was about to hit the his limit. "I\'m going to pop!" he managed to gasp.



"Good!" Jo said as she pulled him out of her mouth. She began to masturbate him furiously, her hand sliding easily over his cock slick with a mix of her saliva and his own addition. She arched over him, aiming his penis towards her chest as she felt him twitch in her hand. "Come on baby, give it to me!"



As if it knew what she was talking about, his cock swelled and burst, launching hot, sticky semen all over her. It splashed across her breasts and neck, and she gasped at the feel of it landing on her skin. Smiling, she stood up and began to wipe the cum away. Once she was sure that she had gotten it, she began to button her shirt back up. "Not bad, new guy. I think there might be a future for you here after all. Now get yourself put away and get back on the floor."



She was whistling as she left him getting out of the chair. She was still grinning as she got back to the registers to help Samantha with the afternoon crowd. It was enough to get Sam to comment about it.



"So, you have a good time back there?" Sam asked with a smile as she finished bagging a pile of books.



"Eh, nothing really happened," Jo said dismissively.



"Oh really?" Sam asked. She reached out and slowly ran her finger down the curve of Jo\'s neck, then pulled it away and licked it. "You missed a spot."