Rubberwerks 2 - Part 10

Tatum finished the last of his coffee with a wince. There was something bitter in today's brew, not so overpowering that he wanted to get rid of it, but it left behind a slick, unpleasant aftertaste. he wiped his mouth on his sleeve when it was all gone and he'd trashed the cup with an arcing toss.

"Is it weird that I like working on this trip?"

Jenny was on a three-step ladder, straightening items on the top shelf. She was short and so the step-ladder was a common sight. Even back home, she would often pull it out to get a pot from a high shelf or dig for a certain recipe in one of the binders she kept on a high place in the pantry. It also afforded Tatum the opportunity to watch her bending forward, her lean body in a delicious line as she reached up and over the row of canned fruit juices. She wore a cute denim skirt, her legs bare beneath, and a floral, off-the-shoulder top that hinted at the rise of her breasts. Tatum felt a delightful urge to take her from behind, his preferred position. he liked seeing the line of her back, the roundness of her ass as he gripped it and bent her forward.

"Earth to Tatum."

He shook his head, almost comically shakinga way the erotic fog that threatened to steal him away from morning duties. The store would open soon, and there would be an endless stream of customers looking for food and dry goods and various household utensils. They'd already run ou of wine keys and corkscrews.

"A bunch of lushes," Jenny joked the night before.

"We'll be out of rum soon," he told her. "Too many mai tais and rum runners," Tatum agreed.

Now he forced his legs to move to the front door and open for business. There were already people waiting outside.

"Good morning," he said with a smile, holding the door for the firsts et of customers to enter. he noticed a man, older and moving with an unsteady gait, spy Jenny in her pose and pause to appreciate the view. Tatum could hardly blame him. he was unrelentingly horny this morning. As soon as the store closed for the day, he might not wait for them to make it home. Fucking Jenny in the store after close excited him.

Tatum checked customers out while Jenny stocked shelves in the morning, and they traded places in the afternoon. He was pleased for the swap. A headache was building behind his eyes, like the gathering of a summer thunderstorm, coming on fierce and fast. he rubbed the bridge of his nose with his fingers, but that did nothing to abate the swelling pain.

The cool of the storage room was nice. He lingered there between runs to the aisles, stocking macaroni in boxes or spaghetti sauce. It was cool and dark in the storage space, big boxes of cereal in containers of thirty or more, pallets of sugar and flour. And silence. blessed silence.