The Job (6 page)

So
she shows me to the shower, and I get undressed. As soon as my shirt’s off, I
can tell why she made the suggestion.

So,
I shower, cleaning myself thoroughly and thinking about what’s about to happen.

Linda’s
a beautiful woman, though she’s a little unmotivated for my tastes. I love a
woman who’s got ambition, who wants to be the best at everything and won’t
settle for anything less.

To
be truthful, I thought that if I were to end up in anyone’s shower, it would be
Jessica’s, but with the way things are going, I don’t really see that happening
any time soon. Besides, it’s bad enough I’m about to sleep with the employee of
my current employer.

It’s
never a good idea to sleep with a client.

Just
to make sure I don’t get too excited about anything, I let my mind wander as I
continue to wash my body.

I’m
finally getting into a new apartment, though it’s about half the size of the
last one. I move over the weekend. This is one of those times where it’s great
to have four guys working for me.

There’s
a knock.

“You
about ready?” Linda calls through the door.

“Yeah,”
I tell her. “I’m rinsing now.”

There’s
no further response.

Maybe
this is a bad idea. I’m still getting over Amy, and Linda
is
the cashier where I’m working.

When
the door opens and she comes through wearing a black, see-through nightie and
nothing else but a pair of earrings and a smile, I decide maybe it’s not such a
bad idea after all.

My
rational mind has officially taken second place, and right now, I’m not too
upset about that.

“Do
hurry,” she says.

I
rinse what’s left of the soap on my body and I turn off the shower.

“Where
would I find a towel?” I ask Linda through the transparent shower curtain.

She
turns around so her back is to me and, angling her body just so, she bends down
to grab a towel from under the sink.

Her
ass is a beautiful thing. God, I wouldn’t mind making it bounce.

I
open the curtain and she tosses me the towel, saying, “I’m glad we’re finally
getting some time together. For a minute there, I was worried that Jessica was
going to steal you away and I was going to have to just keep on fantasizing. Do
you ever fantasize about me?”

The
real answer is no, I’ve never really looked at her as anything other than one
of the store employees, but that’s not the kind of answer that’s going to get a
positive response here.

“Yeah,”
I tell her.

“Yeah?”
she asks, walking over to me as I dry myself. “What do you fantasize about?”

Here’s
my problem: I suck at dirty talk. It’s not that I haven’t tried. I even went as
far as to look up tips online after Amy asked me why I never told her to take
every inch of my meat rod when we were having sex—yeah, that was her specific
question. Apparently, that’s a lot more common a sexual phrase than I could
ever have imagined.

Still,
though, it always comes out so awkward. I’m more of a doer than a talker when
it comes to sex.

“I
don’t know,” I tell her, trying to buy myself some time to recollect something,
anything from that late-night Google search.

“Don’t
be shy,” she says. “For me, every time I see you turn toward me, I can see that
bulge in your pants, and I’ve always wanted to know what it would feel like to
have that inside of me.”

“Do
I really walk around with a bulge in my pants?” I ask. “That can’t make a very
good impression on your customers.”

She
lets out an exaggerated series of giggles and says, “Maybe it’s just wishful
thinking. I want it so much that I can’t help but see it every time I look at
you.”

“Oh,”
I say. “Well, that’s a relief.”

I
told you, I’m bad at this.

I
manage to get almost dry before Linda moves down between my legs. I’m drying my
face when she does, so it takes me by surprise when I feel her hand wrapping
around me.

By
the time the towel’s out of the way, she’s looking up at me with my tip in her
mouth.

“Do
you like that?” she asks, patting the end of me against her bottom lip.

“Yeah,”
I answer.

This
is what I’m good at when it comes to sex talk: yes and no questions. I can nail
those every time.

“What
about this?” she asks and takes me all the way into her mouth.

I
wasn’t completely hard when she started, but I can feel myself pulsing as her
lips wrap around my base and her tongue moves over the underside of my cock.

“Holy
shit,” I mutter and she pulls back, jerking me with her hand and smiling now.

“Good,”
she says. “Follow me.”

She
walks about a step ahead of me, leading me with her hand around my erection.

We
get into her bedroom and she stops and turns around, lifting herself just
enough to let me feel how wet she is against my dick.

I
bend down and kiss her on the mouth and, wrapping my arms around her lower
back, I lift her off the ground and carry her over to the bed.

As
I slip one finger into her, curling it to massage her g-spot, she starts
rocking her hips, moaning softly.

“That’s
it,” she says, “right there. Don’t stop.”

I
wasn’t planning on it.

Her
legs part a little farther and I kiss her knees to her inner thigh to the
sensitive curve at the base of her leg and run my tongue smoothly over her
lips, settling on her clit.

She’s
breathing so hard already. With my finger still inside of her, I play my tongue
over her pink ruby like a paintbrush over canvas.

Her
skin is so hot and she grows ever wetter as I continue to pleasure her, her
legs moving back and forth against the sides of my head, in a perfect, gentle
rhythm.

One
hand moves through my hair, her fingers toying with my locks, while with the
other, she grasps her breast, her legs starting to quiver and she’s begging me
to put myself inside her.

I
raise myself up on the bed and I quickly move over her, sliding myself easily
between her folds, kissing her mouth and pulling her close.

My
mouth is over hers as she comes, shaking beneath me, her fingernails biting
into my back and her pleasured screams muffled by the cradle of my mouth.

Her
orgasm begins to die down and I move my lips to kiss her forehead and she
breathes, “Holy fuck.”

My
only response is a smile.

She
pulls herself up and kisses me ravenously and puts her ankles against my ass,
pushing me deeper and deeper inside of her.

“I
want you to come,” she chants, her breath heavy and warm against the side of my
face. “I want you to come.”

I
work my hands underneath her body and pull her upright, and we both sit
cross-legged as she pumps her body over mine, working to bring the warmth out
of me.

“Are
you close?” she asks.

“Yeah,”
I breathe, kissing her neck, and she rides me so fast, so deep.

“Come
for me,” she says. “I want you to come hard.”

“Where?”
I ask.

“In
my mouth,” she moans. “I want to taste you.”

I
lift her off of me and set her gently on the bed.

Raising
myself to my knees, her mouth is hot, inviting, and my muscles contract in a
beautiful release, and I’m reminded of what I’ve been missing for too long.

I
brush the hair out of her face as she sucks me down and by the time I’m done,
my muscles are gelatin. She laughs as I fall backward onto the bed, saying,
“
Shit. Holy shit!”

*
                   
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*

Spending
the night wasn’t exactly what I had planned, but it was nice, just for a little
while, to feel connected to someone else the way I’m finally willing to
recognize that I hadn’t been with Amy for a long, long time.

She
makes coffee and, filling up two capped mugs, she asks if she can get a ride to
work.

“Of
course,” I tell her.

“We
can’t walk in together, though,” she says. “In fact, you should probably get in
there first so you can meet up with your crew. I’ll come in a few minutes
later.”

“All
right,” I shrug.

I
wasn’t particularly looking forward to finding out how news of yesterday, even
implied, would go over with Jessica. This sort of thing can make a professional
relationship go pear-shaped really fucking fast.

The
guys, they might tease me or prod me for details which, as a gentleman, however
self-professed that title may be, I’m not going to give. I could handle that part
of things, but I can’t very well hold onto my new apartment if I lose this job.

It’s
a quiet drive. Linda and I really don’t know what to say to each other now that
the heat of passion has started to cool.

We
get to the building and I park around the block, telling Linda she can go in
first if she wants.

“No,”
Linda answers, “I’ve gotten there later than you every day since you’ve been
working there. I like to think that in a case like this, it’s best not to do
anything to interrupt the normal run of things.”

“All
right,” I tell her. “I’ll see you in there.”

“Eric,”
she says.

“Yeah?”

“I
don’t know what you’re looking for, and I probably should have told you this
before we hooked up, but I’m in a place where I’m just looking to have fun
right now. I hope that doesn’t disappoint you,” she says.

“I’m
in about the same place,” I tell her. “We’re good.”

“Great,”
she says. “That being the case, what are you doing tonight?”

I
laugh and tell her that I have to finish packing. The statement’s partially
true, as I do have to get everything ready to move tomorrow, but everything’s
already boxed up. It’s just a matter of getting my clothes and toiletries put
away. Really, I’m simply looking forward to a nice night alone before the
hassle of getting everything moved tomorrow.

“I’ll
see you in a minute, then,” she says.

“See
you in there,” I say and get out of the truck.

The
morning air is bracing, and I walk with calm and confidence around the corner
toward the store.

Ian’s
standing outside having a cigarette, and as I walk up, he says, “
Mornin
’ boss. How’s tricks?”

“Doing
all right,” I tell him. “You know, just to stay on the boss’s good side, you
might want to smoke in the alleyway away from the front of the store.”

“All
right,” he says, “but she isn’t in yet.”

“She’s
not?” I ask.

“Nope,”
he says. “Nobody’s here. Did she give you a key or what? It’s been open every
other day we’ve been here.”

“No,
she just told me that she’d be here well before we show up.”

“Maybe
you should give her a call and see if we’re going to be working today.”

“I
don’t have her number,” I tell him. “All I have is the store’s number.”

“She’s
pretty closed-off, isn’t she?” Ian asks. “Why doesn’t she want us to work at
night? All the noise we’re making has to be what’s driving away all her
customers.”

“I
don’t know,” I tell him. “I think it’s a trust thing. If we’re here at night,
you and Alec would probably end up stretching out all the lingerie.”

Ian
smiles and, in as jovial a way as a person can say it, he says, “Fuck you,
boss.”

“Hey
guys!” Linda says. “What are you doing out here?”

“The
store’s locked,” Ian says. “You got a key?”

“No,”
Linda says. “Jessica’s always here, so I never needed one.”

“Does
anyone
else have a key?” Ian asks.

“I
really couldn’t tell you,” she answers. “I’m going to give her a quick call.”

She
pulls the phone out of her purse and walks away.

“You
fucking dog,” Ian says.

“What?”

“You
slept with her, didn’t you?”

I
can feel my face growing warm, but my only real option here is denial. Of all
the people on my crew, Ian has got to be the least discreet.

“Of
course not,” I tell him. “I wouldn’t jeopardize the job like that. You should
know better.”

“Then
why do you have that stupid fucking grin on your face?” he asks.

“Because
I think it’s hilarious just how much you think about what I do with my dick,” I
tell him.

He
doesn’t have a comeback.

“Where’s
everyone else?” I ask, looking at my watch. “They’re running late.”

“José’s
looking for another entrance to the store,” Ian says. “I don’t know what he
thinks he’s going to find, but you
gotta
respect the
guy’s work ethic. Alec called a few minutes before you showed up, asking if
you’d gotten here yet. I told him that the store was still locked and you
hadn’t shown, so he told me to call him when one of those changes.”