I didn’t get more than ten steps from Boon’s door before knowing that I was in for a very long day. Seeing Xianta, even on that tiny screen, had vaulted her to for front of my thoughts and my body reacted like a starved addict. I wondered if women typically have wider set legs or something because every step I felt my thighs squeeze the exterior of my pussy. You could call it a pleasurable sensation, if it weren’t for the way it fed the deeper ache, the sort that would require fingers to reach.

  By the time I reached my post in the electronics department, I breathed through clenched teeth and my nails were digging into my palms. Fail this and not only will you be punished but given a harder task… Xianta’s words echoed through my head as I began to grasp the torture that completing this task would require. I took out my PDA and tried to focus on the work orders assigned to me. The fingers of my free hand flirted with the button of my pants even as I scrolled. Fresh inventory was waiting on the loading dock. That was good. That required two hands to deal with. I checked the floor level, most of the ground level pallets still had stock, so the new inventory needed to be pced on the upper shelves. Big Box Mart is a warehouse store. Most of the inventory, except for the small valuable electronics, is kept on pallets. Customers pick from the ones on the ground level while the ones waiting their turn are kept on huge steel racks that loom unnoticed over the customers. Getting things sorted required using the forklift. From the chorus of beeping echoing through the store, I gathered that they were all in use at the moment and I’d have to get in line. A few aisles up from mine, I found Freddy hoisting a pallet of ultra soft toilet seat covers skyward. Car, who spotted for him in a day glow yellow vest, she brushed a bit of hair out of her eyes and shook a little red fg in my direction.

  “Ha! There you are Gavin. Disturbing the natural order of things. You’ll have to wait in line for this one. I got a full shipment of fnnels I gotta put out before we open.” She said, “I’m shorthanded today, so if need a fork this morning, best find another.” Then set her jaw as if expecting a fight. Car was habitually te and typically found herself third or fourth in line for a fork lift. Her department, soft goods, dispyed clothing on rge tables and hanging racks. They didn’t have the luxury of leaving stuff on the pallets so it took her and whomever she could grab double or triple the time to restock in the morning. Usually, she was still scrambling when the doors opened.

  Just the sort of busy work that I needed to keep my hands occupied. Otherwise, I’d be standing around waiting for customer questions.

  “No problem. I can help you this morning.” I said.

  Car’s jaw dropped in surprise and blinked rapidly to recover her shock. “Thanks.” Her eyes squinted at me suspiciously.

  “I assume it works like… it always has?” I’d almost said before we dated, but dodged around that particur white elephant.

  “Yep not much has changed in that department.” She said, scanning me up and down. I eyed her back, still very much the same Car. Did she still wear scarlet red underwear beneath her work clothes? She’d made an adorable little squeak during sex. I remembered seeing the tattoo of a chain intertwined with rose vines that climbed her spine as I bent her over the arm of my couch. I couldn’t help but wonder what would her long delicate fingers would feel like inside me. Would they scratch the hot itch inside me?

  Behind her, Freddy stepped off of the fork lift. He fshed me a nervous grin, “How’d your meeting go?”

  I stared at him, my thoughts spiraling from fingers to wonderings about the length and girth of Freddy’s cock. Surely that be even better than fingers. It probably be rger than mine. Longer, I recalled Xiantha’s finger pushing up, my flesh moving to accommodate every inch. Could it be that long?

  “With the Agent? That's where you were, right?” Freddy asked again, angur features pinching in concern.

  “Oh Fuck, sorry!” I said, breaking out of my horny train of thought to find my nethers to be absolutely sodden. “It was odd.” I grasped for reasons. “He’s got funny eyes, but the interview was mostly intake stuff. Uuh my brain’s just kinda elsewhere.”

  Car grimaced. “Oh, is that where you were? I had to have a long chat with my… caseworker st night. Sounds like there is a new evaluation in my future. Afraid that my exposure will cause additional fey corruption. Exposure my ass,” She crossed her arms and snorted. “We didn’t even get to see this so-called demoness. We all left the building like good little girls and boys.” After a moment of silence she added, “Please don’t tell him I said that.”

  Both Freddy and I nodded our agreement before assuring her we’d say nothing. Good little boy, that was me. I wasn’t smuggling an overly horny magic vagina or nothing, nope.

  “Got one more pallet to fish off the dock.” Freddy said, stepping back onto the forklift and wheeling it around. With that, we all refocused on work.

  Once Car took over driving the forklift, Freddy saddled up to me and whispered. “Did he…?”

  “You didn’t come up.” I assured him and he gave a sigh of relief before heading off to guard the house goods from customers.

  That left me alone with Car and the one soft good minion that showed up to work. I quickly learned that she used to cut me far more sck while we’d been dating.

  “Gavin! Look at the way those pants are turned!”

  “Those don’t go there! Use your eyes and read the damn signs I just put up!”

  “Did you forget how to fold a shirt?”

  Granted, my usual attention to detail was impeded by the heat of a forty watt light bulb radiating through my hips, but her constant nick picking helped keep my mind from repying our greatest fucks reel over and over. Instead it grounding my nose into the fact that she can be a real bitch. Then I screwed up. Bending over the edge of a table I reached too far to pce a stack of folded fnnels on an inner column, I heard her ugh softly.

  “What are those?” She asked with sharp toothed innocence.

  I froze, swiftly realizing that my shirt had come untucked and ridden up some. Recoiling back to a standing position, I tucked my shirt down over my waistline. “nnnNothing.” I huffed.

  She smiled, her real smile, showing a glimmer of her sparkling teeth. Her fws fell away, transforming her into a thick stunner of beauty. “Trying for a bit of aspiration via underwear Gav? Totally cool. I mean, if you were a tiger under there, maybe we would have sted longer.” Mischievousness glimmered in her eyes, a look I recognized seeing often when I’d first asked to join me for a drink and then became scarcer as time went on.

  My lips tingled, and I imagined myself hooking two fingers into the nape of her shirt and jerking forward into a kiss. Right here, right now, letting everyone watch… I shook off the thought even as my loins fred in response to the imagining. “Thats out of line Car.” I rushed through the words and looked away.

  Her spark guttered out as she frowned. “Just trying to be supportive. You don’t have to be so boring Gavin, it's a choice, not an affliction.”

  “So is being a bitch.” I snapped beneath my breath, resisting the urge to squirm as a fresh itch climbed my inner walls.

  She gave a half shrug. “Take it up with HR if you want. Now let's grab Freddy and get your stuff. Or you wanna leave it on the dock because I’m such a toxic coworker?”

  I stood there for a moment, trying to think of some wittism that didn’t involve pinning her to the wall and kissing her, but the pussy seemed to have a firmer grip on my brain than even my cock usually did.

  “Lets find Freddy.” I concluded mely.

  “Fine.” She answered, not concealing her disappointed as she walked past me towards Freddy’s usual haunts. She had her hair tied back in a pony tail exposing the back of her neck, a red rose tattoo bloomed just above her colr. Seeing it sent me tumbling right down the red district portions of my memory.

  We got the inventory sorted and then came the part I’d been dreading, being on the floor, waiting for customers. There were some customers but they only required a small portion of my brain. The rest of it spun increasingly aggressive sexual fantasies about anyone who entered my cone of vision.

  By the time my lunch break came around, I put on one of the Big Box Mart aprons to hide the growing wet spot in my pants. Worse, Freddy came to talk to me about something and all I could think about was Alice telling us to date. I had to do something for an amount of relief.

  MisterNibs