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Active Imagination Ch. 04


First of all, I'd like to thank everybody for the feedback and ratings that I've received. It's appreciated. As always I'm open to any feedback, positive or constructive, that you might have. I've had several people asking me to include more female celebrities with dicks. Apparently I've locked onto a niche here. To those who fall into that camp, I'll tell you to start paying attention around chapter 6.

Chapters 4 and 5 were originally going to be one chapter, but it started to get longer than I'd initially thought, so I've decided to break it up into two chapters. Once again, I want to thank the people who've been reading and enjoying my work. Without further ado:


As soon as I stepped inside the store, ignoring the customers I might have accidently shoved aside, I made a bee line for the nearest bathroom. Thankfully, there was nobody inside so I had a moment to collect myself and try to arrange my scattered thoughts. Whatever was happening in the deepest recesses of my mind, I needed it to stop. Never mind that they'd been the most intense, most pleasurable fantasy experiences I'd ever had; they were starting to scare me. Aside from being fundamentally different from any fantasy I'd ever had, there was something almost sinister about the version of Natalie Portman that I'd apparently conjured up.

It was the glint in her almost supernaturally dark eyes when she'd ordered me to taste her cum. There was something there, beyond any masochistic sexual scenario I might have ever imagined. It was almost as though she had a mind of her own, a separate presence. I knew it was crazy, but I couldn't shake the feeling that I might not be alone in my own mind. It was almost more terrifying to think that I might be alone, that maybe my mind had fractured. I'd been severely depressed throughout most of my teen years and early twenties, and I still had minor relapses every once in a while. What if this was all the result of some deep seeded psychological damage?

Taking a deep breath, I looked up at myself in the mirror. I was both relieved and surprised to see that I looked relatively normal. Physically, there didn't seem to be anything different, but I found that I couldn't look too deeply into my own hazel eyes without turning away. I wasn't sure why, but I was afraid to see into myself. Shaking my head, I pulled a strip of paper towels from the dispenser and wetted them down. Squirting some soap on it, I retreated to the privacy of the handicap stall. Once the door was securely shut, I pulled my pants down and started wiping the cum from my dick and the pubic hair. I did the best I could to get it out of my pants and my boxers, but I think I ended up just rubbing it in.

"Out of sight out of mind," I told myself as I finished up. I tore the paper towel up a couple times and dropped it into the toilet bowl. Stepping back it flushed automatically, taking the soiled paper towel with it. Feeling a little better, knowing that I'd be running a few minutes late now, I finished up and headed toward the backroom.

"This is gonna be a long night," I told myself.


A few hours later, I was about two thirds of the way through with stocking the pet department. Aisle after aisle of dog food, cat food, cat litter, and just about anything else you might need to help make sure those cute little almost-members of the family were well cared for. I'd never been really big on them myself, pets I mean. We had a dog at home, and a couple of other little assorted critters, but none of them were mine per se. They had their benefits, or so pet owners said, but to me they simply amounted to extra work and responsibility. My apathy toward little furry friends aside, I actually kind of enjoyed working the department.

The product was easy to stock, and I knew every aisle by heart. Quite the exciting life I was living, I know. If nothing else, the work was pretty mundane, which allowed my mind to wander where it might, and I loved working overnights. I'd always been a night owl. I'd tried the other shifts and given them a chance, but I always came back to the nights. The night was my time. As I was setting some Friskies canned food on the shelf, doing my best not to think about Natalie, I was startled by footsteps behind me.

"Everything going all right over here?"

I turned to see our overnight manager, Haley Smith standing behind me. She was a cutie. A few years younger than my thirty, and several inches shorter than my six feet, I'd fantasized a lot about her in the year or so that she'd been running our shift. Her well-proportioned body had a healthy weight to it as well. Haley certainly wasn't fat, but she hadn't fallen in for the anorexic model look either, something that turned me on toward her a little more. A lot of people were into women who looked like Kate Moss or Lindsay Lohan at her worst, but to me women like that just looked a little ill. I wasn't a chubby chaser, but I liked a girl who had a little meat on her bones.

When she smiled, like she was doing now, her face had a mousy look about it that I thought was really cute. I glanced over the shiny dark auburn hair that stopped just past her shoulders and appreciated the dark red highlights. They were new and they looked great. Tonight she was wearing a royal blue blouse, buttoned all the way up, that subtly clung to her upper body without obviously showing off her chest. Her black slacks did the same, showing her curves without riding them too close. It made her look attractive and desirable without looking like a slut. Haley had an excellent sense of humor, probably one of the reasons she and I got along so well, and there was always a glimmer of that in her cobalt eyes.

"I'm doing alright," told her, wiping the sweat from my forehead. I hated the summer months here the most. The store closed for the night, so the powers that be had long ago decided that mere employees weren't important enough to run the air conditioning all night for. "Should be done with Pets by lunch, give or take."

She nodded. "Hopefully take," she said. "If you finish up over here, I'm gonna have you move over to household chemicals and help Mark finish up."

I nodded. "Shouldn't be a problem." I hoped she couldn't tell I was cautiously checking her out. If she noticed, she didn't say anything.

"Good. Let me know when you're done then."

I nodded. As she turned to walk away, I couldn't help but watch. Her full, round ass looked really good in those pants, and her hips had a very gentle natural sway to them as she walked. I could've watched her walk for hours on end.

"Nice." I rolled my eyes, recognizing that voice immediately.

I slowly turned around, feeling a sense of defeat. I wasn't surprised to see Natalie standing there, leaning against the opposite side of the aisle.

"She's a hottie," the actress opined. "Nice little ass on her too." She tilted her head and a devilish glint crept into her dark eyes. Cocking an eyebrow and smiling seductively, she asked, "So, you hitting that?"

"Go away," I said as impolitely as I could manage.

It seemed like Natalie looked different every time I saw her, almost like she was trying on different styles to see what suited her. This time her dark hair was short again, but she was sporting the same red highlights Haley had just added. Attempting to match the dress code to the best of her ability, Natalie had settled on a low-cut V-neck blouse, in the same royal blue as Haley's. Natalie's was sheer though, and made the black lacy bra she wore underneath nearly visible. There was also the fact that, despite the lesser stature of her chest, Natalie was managing to show off a nice amount of cleavage. Where my manager was wearing black slacks that were very professional, Natalie's low cut pants were tight black leather that clung to every inch of her lower body, ending in a pair of black heels. The gold-chain belt around her waist was a nice touch too.

I didn't see any signs of a bulge in that tight leather jungle, but that didn't mean it wasn't there somewhere just waiting to pounce.

As she started walking toward me, swinging her hips enticingly, I could almost hear her pants chaffing. The only thing off setting it was the click clack of her heels against the white tile floors. Beneath her left arm, she was carrying a notebook.

"Why the hell are you here?" I asked, keeping my voice down.

She snickered, "Aside from the intense satisfaction I get from watching you squirm?"

I nodded. "Yeah, aside from that."

"Just checking in," she said, glancing around the aisle. She picked up a can of cat food and held it in her hand, making the dark red nail polish she was wearing visible. "So, this is what you do for a living huh?" As usual, Natalie didn't wait for me to answer. "No wonder you don't get laid. Yuck."

"It pays the bills," I told her as I attempted to go back to work.

"Yeah, but is it worth it?" she asked, clearly mocking me. "No matter," she said, shaking her head as though she were trying to clear an unpleasant thought.

"You need to go," I told her. "I really don't have time for this."

"Time for what?" she asked demurely, stepping right up to me. Her hand caressed my cheek. "You mean the routine where I show up looking sexy as all hell; you get mad, stomp your feet and throw a tantrum like a whiny little five year old, and then," she leaned in closely, whispering in my ear, "we fuck each other's brains out." She stepped back, "is that what you don't have time for?"

I could feel the hairs rising on the back of my neck and, despite myself, I knew I still wanted her. I knew she was ruining me, and I probably wasn't going to do a damn thing about it. It was just a fantasy anyway, right?

"Oh yeah," she said sarcastically, "You really want me to leave." She tilted her head downward, no doubt alluding to the growing bulge in my jeans.

Apparently there was a part of me still willing to fight off her advances, because it rallied my defenses. "Look," I told her, "I don't know why you're here, or what's in that fucked up mind of mine that might have led to you, but you need to go."

Natalie took out the notebook and produced a pen. She opened it to the first sheet and started writing, "Doesn't pay attention," she wrote. She looked up at me, her face the image of professionalism now. "That's gonna come back and bit you in the ass on your review." The actress shook her head as she chided me.

"What the hell are you talking about?"

"Bad attitude too," she said, making more notes. "That's a really nice," she glanced down at my crotch and cocked an eyebrow, "Package," she said provocatively, "you've got going there." A thin smile crept up as she said it. "Look, like it or not, I'm here to stay. I'm not going anywhere any time soon." She closed the notebook up and placed it under her arm again. She slid her hand down and started rubbing my dick.

"Now, you can cooperate with me, and I can make things oh so nice for you or," Before I could do anything, she grabbed me and held my balls like a vice grip. I grimaced and did what I could to keep from crying out. I could feel a tear running down my cheek. "I can make your fucking life a living hell." She released her death grip on my equipment and it was all I could do to stay standing up.

Once again, she was cheery, happy-go-lucky Natalie. "It's your choice." She turned and started walking away, and despite everything that had just happened, and despite my deep set worries, I couldn't help but watch the show her ass was putting on.

"If I were you though," she added as she turned the corner, "I'd cooperate!" With that, she was gone. All I had to remember her by were my hurt pride and my aching nuts.


Lunch was over and it was time to go back in. This was always my least favorite part of the night; 3:00 AM.

Over the years, I'd developed a routine for my lunch breaks. I'd clock out, stop at the register and by something to drink, and sometimes something to snack on if I was hungry. Then I'd go out to my car, watch TV on my phone via Netflix, and smoke. It was a routine that I had come to enjoy and cherish. Currently I was watching Weeds and although I had never really been into the whole drug culture, never having partaken myself, I still thought it was a witty and well written show. When the episode was over, I would dink around on the internet for the remainder of my break.

Yawning and stretching, I climbed out of my car and into the sweltering night air. Finishing my cigarette on the way back to the building, I dropped it in the parking lot and headed in. To my surprise, Haley was waiting for me when I stepped inside.

"Hey," I said. She had an emotionless expression on her face that was difficult to read.

She made an awkward steeple with her fingertips, "When you clock in, can you come see me in the office please." It wasn't a question, and she didn't seem overly thrilled either. I don't mind saying I was a little worried.

"Sure," I said, "Something wrong?"

"We'll talk about it when you clock in," she said, turning to walk toward the office.

"That was eerie," I whispered to myself. After clocking in, I headed back up toward the front of the store. Peering in the window on the office door, I could see her. Haley's back was turned to me. She was sitting in an office chair doing something on the computer. Steeling my confidence, I rapped lightly on the door.

After a second, she turned and gestured for me to come inside. I did so. "Close the door behind you," she said, facing her computer again. I complied and sat my ass down on the counter that ran along the right hand side of the office, my eyes drawn toward the tinted window that would allow management to watch what was going on, but make it extremely difficult for anybody to peer inside.

"So, what can I do for you?" I asked.

"Just a second," she said, holding a hand up, "Just have to finish up schedules."

"Okay." I waited in awkward silence, the only sound the clicking of the keyboard as she typed. For some reason it was the most nerve racking sound I'd ever heard.

"Done," she said finally, turning around to face me. "Have a seat," she said, gesturing toward the chair. I was the type of person who never sat in a chair normally. Sometimes I'd turn it around, or others I'd sit down on the top of the backrest placing my feet on the seat. This time I decided to play it conservatively and sat down properly in the black, leather office chair.

"So, as I'm sure you're aware, we take allegations of sexual harassment very seriously here," she opened. Her face was a veil of calm. Normally I could read Haley like a book. Personality wise, we tended to have a lot in common which went a long way toward explaining why we got along so well. Right now I couldn't read her at all, and it was freaking me out. Suddenly the long, narrow office seemed extremely claustrophobic.

"I'm not sure what you're talking about," I said honestly. I really didn't have the slightest idea.

"You know we have a management trainee in our store right now trying to learn the ropes?"

I nodded. I wasn't aware of it but that didn't make it untrue, and right now didn't seem the time to admit ignorance. Come to think of it I'd seen a redhead, probably about my age, walking around at night. That might have been her.

"Well, she came to me the other day and said," Haley turned toward a pile of paperwork on the counter and started shuffling through the sheets until she found what she was looking for. "Here it is. She says that on Tuesday night, when you passed her in the hallway, you grabbed her ass." Haley put the paper down and looked up at me. "We've already talked to several witnesses, who say they saw it happen, and now were talking to you."

"That's ridiculous!" I shouted, standing up in one swift motion. "I did no such thing." I was angry, frustrated, and scared at the same time and, let me tell you, it did not feel good. I could feel goose bumps forming on the bare skin of my arms. Something was going on here. "She's lying!" I threw my arm up. "You know me Hale." I couldn't help but wonder who these witnesses were.

"Be that as it may, I can't simply ignore this." She stood up.

"It didn't happen!" I plopped back into the chair. "There has to be something I can do." I dropped my face into my hands. I wasn't crying, but I certainly didn't need anybody looking at my face right now. "Please, anything," I added.

"There might be something," my supervisor said. I looked up to see her leaning on the corner of the counter, where it wrapped around from the right hand wall to the back wall. "I mean you've been here for almost ten years, and this is extremely out of character for you. Maybe I can talk to her and get her to drop it." She paused.

"You'd do that?" I asked, perking up a little.

"I might," she said softly, "but I'd be putting my own career at risk. These claims are serious, and every one of them has to be followed up on and recorded. If it came out that I'd buried one..." her voice trailed off.

"Please," I begged. I didn't know what was going on, or where this ludicrous claim had come from, but at least I was starting to see a light at the end of an extremely dark tunnel. "Please, you have to help me."

"And what would I get out of it?" she asked, standing upright.

"I'm sorry?"

"I mean, I'd be taking a giant risk for you. What would I get in return?" She crossed her arms over her chest.

"Well," I said. "I guess... I don't know. What did you have in mind? Money?" I was grasping now. I'd never thought of Haley as the type of person who'd try and take a bribe, but right now her lack of morals didn't matter much I supposed. If she was willing to help, what choice did I really have.

She smiled slightly and walked right up to me. Leaning over, her hands resting on the arm rests of my chair, Haley said, "I was thinking something a little more," she paused long enough to lean in and kiss me sensually on the lips. When she pulled away she was smiling and I was trying to catch my breath, "Personal."

"You're married," I whispered, "and you're my supervisor."

She almost laughed. "I'm offering to cover something up that could get you fired, and you're just now questioning my integrity? Maybe you should take a look in the mirror. "Besides, my husband's a selfish prick." She leaned back in, her fingers playing through my short hair, "On the rare occasion he does decide to take me for a ride, he never stays on the saddle long enough to finish it." She smirked. Her voice became a whisper, "I've seen you looking at me you know."

I was horrified and turned on. I'd never heard Haley talk like this before. "So, I'll make it simple," she finally said. "I'll make these sexual harassment allegations disappear if you fuck me." She paused and appeared to be thinking about something for a moment before she chuckled, "Now there's irony for you. So, you in?"

I didn't have a choice. With today's job market I didn't want to end up out of work. We already had one out of work family member in our house and didn't need a second. "Fine," I told her, "I'm in." Besides, it wasn't like I didn't want to fuck her.

"I thought you'd see it my way," she said, helping me to my feet. She turned me so my back was facing the right side of the long room and leaned in for another kiss.

"It's what you want, right?"

I turned my head away from the kiss and Haley's lips immediately found my neck, her hands traveling up and down my body with reckless abandon. Natalie was standing by the door watching, a sick smile on her face. "I know you've wanted to fuck her for a long time."

Everything made sense now. This was another fantasy. "Damn it Natalie!" I shouted. Haley pulled back and looked around, her eyes finally locking on the petite actress dressed in tramped up parody of her own attire. "You've gotta stop doing this!"

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