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November 21st 8:44 p.m.Saturday night, I stepped off the bus into gently falling snow, surrounded by silence once the transit hissed, groaned, and pulled away. The Foodway’s sign lit the surrounding fog that swirled beneath the low hugging clouds. A floating red dot in my peripheral made me turn.Smoking a cigarette, Simon blended into the darkness beyond the streetlight; black clothes, black beard, what I assumed was black hair under his black knit beanie. I’d never seen him without a hat. His eyes were intent on me, cherry glowing as he took a drag.“Looks like I won that bet.” His deep voice filled the space between us.“I get half of that twenty, I assume?” I replied in jest.“I’m surprised.”“Why?”“Because working here is terrible, obviously. That’s why Oscar bet you’d quit when you learned that.”“I just really wanted that ten dollars.”Simon took another drag of his cigarette, too focused on me to be amused. “What makes you keep coming back?”I shrugged. “I need a job.”He considered his response so long I wondered if he knew I was lying.“… It’s been Mary, Oscar, Hector, and myself on the night shift for the last year. When Ron quit in January, we tried to replace him. We’ve gone through six candidates since then. There’s long hours, the pay sucks, and Harrison doesn’t do anything but micromanage, as you’ve learned by now. So.” He flicked his spent cig and pushed off the wall. “Why this place?”“I could ask you the same.” His reply was a statue imitation. When made clear he wouldn’t speak, I capitulated; “I saw the way each of you warned me to stay away and… I want to help. There’s something about this place.” I glanced at the quiet Foodway before turning back and adding, “Also, I’d like to finish what we started.”His eyes came alive. Walking forward, Simon stopped an inch from the zipper on my winter coat. He took in the state of my unkempt hair tossed in its signature messy bun, then settled on my face.“You know, I think I like you,” he mumbled.“That’s a relief.” My sarcasm stirred the humor in his normally serious face. Reaching up, he carefully brushed my cheekbone; the same way he did when his cock was filling my throat. His fingertips were warm against my chilled skin.“I don’t usually like people. Not like this, anyway.””Misanthropic, then? https://escortium.org Or just broody?”He actually smiled. A row of neat, sexy teeth. I liked it so much, I reached out, sliding my hand into the opening of his coat, around his waist. He wasn’t shy to return the gesture, guiding me closer with a hand on my back–but stopped before our lips could touch.“Do you think we should take this slow?”I didn’t know what to say for a moment. His dick was down my throat twenty-seven hours after we met. It was so good, I relieved myself to the thought of it all week, rubbing my clit as I wondered if he’d gone home to stroke himself after we were interrupted. We’d been playing it cool since, and finding him waiting for me brought my frustrations to a head. This wasn’t the ambush I was hoping for.“… Slow?” I reiterated. The very last word I wanted to hear.His next smile made my pussy salivate. “Just because I want to take it slow doesn’t mean I don’t want you. Waiting isn’t such a bad thing.” He leaned closer. “And believe it or not, I would like to get to know you.”Coming to the balls of my feet, I pressed my mouth to his. Simon received me, holding me tightly as he molded his mouth to mine.Afterward, I wondered if it was my impatience at our proximity or my fear of his words that made me act… November 22nd 12:18 a.m.”Yes… fuck, yes! Ohh god.”I humped my fingers, one foot in the corner where the partition met the wall, one foot on the floor. I sat in the dim corner of the women’s restroom with a hand down my pants as I brought myself to orgasm, my tender clit protesting as I rubbed it, though I couldn’t stop.After kissing me, Simon walked me into the store then simply smiled before parting ways. I had to spend the first few hours of my shift with Mary pretending like I wasn’t in dire need of a good fuck. Taking the excuse of my first break, I slipped to the restroom and locked the door to get myself off.Still not nearly satisfied, I chased my dwindling climax, sliding my middle finger into my pussy and bucking my hips. I hummed and sucked my bottom lip, humping myself with desperation. My imagination was strong; thoughts of Simon filling my throat, the careful way he held my head as he thrust into my face, eyes like a blue flame, mouth ajar.Eventually, my subsiding orgasm left me with the opposite effect, my needs more intense than when I started. I let out a frustrated growl, my one elevated foot dropping to the floor. I couldn’t understand why he wanted to wait. His dick was inside me five days ago, and now he wanted to pump the brakes. I was confused.After freshening up, I took a breath, unlocked the door, and walked back to the front of the store. Mary was breaking down boxes when I joined her.”How was your break?””It was fine.” My voice was too high, and though I hoped she wouldn’t notice, I knew it was in vain. Mary stared at me until I cracked. I sighed with a smile.”I really shouldn’t say anything.””Is this about Simon?”“… No.””Oh please. I’m nearly twice your age and a mother of three. He’s written all over your face.”That was comforting.”So, he hasn’t told you anything?””Well, I never said that.” She grinned as she tossed another flattened box on the pile. “I just figured your distraction was correlation.”I sighed again, venting; “I just don’t understand him.””Probably not,” she remarked. I’d grown quite fond of Mary and her maternal wisdom.”I wouldn’t normally complain-” I complained as I wrangled with a loose strip of packing tape, “-but it’s affecting me more than I thought it would.””How so?”I glanced over my shoulder to ensure we were alone, the quiet aisles of the outdated grocery seeming vacant. The twenty-four-hour store had its moments, but one certainly couldn’t call it busy.Looking her in the eye, I didn’t mince words. “I’m sexually frustrated.”“… And he doesn’t want to…?” she fished.“Well, we already sort of did.”“When?””When he was training me.””Ah!” Mary exclaimed. “That part he didn’t tell me. You two don’t waste any time, huh?””We didn’t finish…”“So you fooled around. But now he wants to take it slow?”God, I hated that word.”It’s killing me, Mary.””Is that what you were doing in the bathroom just now?””Yes.”She laughed and shook her head. “Killing you, huh? Then tell him so.””I don’t want to drive him away…””Fair enough. But I’ve known Simon for a while, I’d wager taking things slow is just his way of respecting you. He’s obviously into you, I’m sure it wouldn’t truly irk him to oblige if you told him what you wanted.””What do you mean ‘he’s obviously into me’?”Mary was the next one to glance around. When she turned back, her brown eyes were warm, though weary.”Four years ago, Simon lost his family. He had a wife and a young daughter.”My expression, shoulders, and heart dropped with a weight that wasn’t mine.”He doesn’t really have any friends but me and the twins. Just after the accident he quit his career and started here, keeping to himself mostly. I’ve never seen him… involved with someone.”Her disclosure rustled my reality. Left me privy to a little bit more of the world. When I blinked, opening my mouth to respond, my words were cut by the insertion of Harrison’s voice.”Hello, ladies.”Mary and I instantly shifted our attention to the boxes.”Mary,” he greeted her, then turned to me. “How are you tonight, Ada?””Good.”“That’s good. Do you have a sec?”“Sure.” I refrained from rolling my eyes until his back was turned, Mary joining me.My head spun from her confession as Harrison walked uncomfortably close beside me.“So,” he started once we were seated around his desk. “How are you liking your first week?”Now that I knew him to a quantifiable degree, his professionalism was comical. He hadn’t been hard on me, but I saw the way he treated the others; snapping at Mary if something wasn’t done just so, becoming unreasonable and upset with Oscar when he took a few extra minutes on a break. I had yet to share a space void of tension when it contained both Simon and Harrison. Everything seemed to run smoothly until our boss stepped into the room.“It’s been going well,” I answered.“Good. Everyone welcoming you to the team?”I pulled my lips between my teeth and nodded, “Mmhmm,” unable to answer that with a straight face.“Great. It’s been great having you here, you’re doing a really great job.”I raised an eyebrow at his many colorful adjectives, imploring him to continue when he–out of character–took a pause.“… Thanksgiving is next week.” My head did a weird nod in response to the mention. “You know, you’re doing so well, I could give you the holiday off.”When the reason for this meeting became clear, I almost scoffed. I knew the store would be closed Thanksgiving afternoon, but a few of us would still need to come back for a late shift to prepare for Friday’s morning crew. That he would offer me, the newest employee, the privilege of taking that night off left me gobsmacked.
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