She began to up her tempo on herself, bringing her body down on her hand harder and fast, and moving up and down on my button with purpose. I bit my finger in pleasure, trying not to make a sound with the plane of people in front of me as Arey made noises into my pussy as she finally climaxed, her top blanket falling off in her rolling orgasm. Around the end of hers mine began. It curled my toes and gave me a moment's satisfaction as I pushed my lap up into her face. But it was all in all disappointing.
Arey sat up, re-wrapping in the blankets from the chest down, panting and smiling. Clearly her orgasm had satisfied her but mine seemed to just served to make me eager for more and more, like a drink that makes you more thirsty. She laid her head on my shoulder and but then popped back up when there was sound to fasten seat belts and the captain announced we landing shortly.
Her eyes showed fear again. Before she could think though I nonchalantly took the hand that she had been using on herself and put two of the fingers in my mouth. It seemed to relax her in her seat for a moment as I produced two pieces of gum from my bag.
I put one in my mouth and she reached for the other, but I wasn't having it. I leaned forward to kiss her. She seemed surprised but kissed back and I immediately tasted myself. I opened her mouth and passed her the gum before pulling away and having the other stick for myself. She smiled for a moment before the attendant returned to tell us to put the arm rests down.
We complied, but Arey squeezed my hand tight. Too tight in fact. I thought I was going to lose the hand. But I stuck it out and she finally let go once we were moving slowly on the ground.
The main lights flipped on and the seat belt light turned off so everyone began to get up and get their bags from the overhead compartments. Before I could even begin to wonder how Arey was going to get out of the situation she stood up, letting the blanket fall off her, grabbed her bag and walked into the bathroom. At least a dozen people must have seen her, but she didn't care. Once the plane had hit the ground all signs of fear had vanished from her and she was back to being her cocky self. Some of those people looked at me after she went into the bathroom. I put my jacket on and flipped up the hood in embarrassment.
Arey continued to talk my ear off as we left the airport. She suggested we take our allotted hotel money and share a room to split the savings.
"Two beds," I told her. She held up her hands in defense.
"Of course!" She smiled innocently. I resisted at first, but when I thought about it. I wouldn't really be in my hotel room all that often. Also, Arey's hotel was very expensive, and thus it was a good deal of money I would be making if she stayed in mine instead. So I figured why not?
In hindsight it was weird for the woman trying to get a store running and the woman trying to poach workers from that same store to be staying together, but I doubted she would be doing any real damage. She was just there to rattle me.
We took a cab over to the hotel and upgraded the room to have two double beds. It was a nice enough room, nothing special but nothing really lacking and a noticeably above average bathroom. I had to be at Ninth Street by 3:30, so I took the 90 minutes of free time I had to shower the feeling of plane off me, making sure I had everything in there to get dressed so as to not give Arey the satisfaction of seeing me in a state of undress.
My negative feelings towards her may have been misplaced, but anyone who worked for Ms. Vega wasn't one to win my favor. I took pity on her in the plane, but that would be it between us.
I left to Ninth Street in jeans, a shirt, and thick jacket. There was no need to be formal the day before opening.
Ninth Street was an interesting surprise. It was very different from my store in its design and layout of items, but run almost the same way. There were only a few things I immediately saw that I would need to work on. Walking in was like walking into a bee hive, with a million bodies buzzing about to be ready for the opening in an organized chaos.
I asked someone to point me in the direction of Dee, the acting manager, which lead me to a woman I was somewhat surprised Ms. Raquel trusted with the store. Don't get me wrong, I don't think Ms. Raquel is stuck up or anything, but she definitely was someone who tried to keep a certain image.
Dee was a cute woman with a sort of mousy face. She had long hair but one of those one-side shaves that has been becoming more popular lately. I'm not really a fan but it worked on her. Her hair also had a perfect, almost 50/50 mix of pitch black and bleach blonde colors, and she had a few assorted tattoos around her body. She was also quite young, maybe 24, to be trusted with running the new store.
Her tank top and shorts told me she probably hadn't left the store in a long time since it was at least 40 degrees outside (Fahrenheit). I could see one tattoo on her left trap, a floral branch which twined down her shoulder a few inches. I also noticed a small flower on the nape of her neck, and a heart and a diamond on the insides of her left and right wrists respectively. I looked at her for a good while before approaching her, my hunger for intimacy controlling my gaze, but eventually I made my presence known.
She greeted me kindly and we went to work fairly quickly. Every time one issue was fixed another seemed to pop up, and it was a while before I could have a break, let alone Dee, who seemed to be running on empty.
"How long have you been here?" I asked her at one point as we were reorganizing a rack of blouses at about 6:30.
"Since about 8...," she answered in her thick British accent. I nodded thinking that wasn't too bad. Then she added in a whisper, "...last night."
I stopped what I was doing and approached her, taking all the clothes from her hands. "You are going into your office and shutting your eyes right now." I told her. She put up resistance but eventually gave in,
"Yes captain!" she said, saluting me sarcastically and eagerly leaving to her office.
Over the next 4 hours I kept moving, tiring myself out to forget about all the stirrings I'd been having between the legs, and it worked. The level of stress and work involved in the final preparations were taxing, but felt rewarding. I also showed a picture of Arey I found online to everyone and told them to find me immediately if they saw her.
I gave a final little preparation speech to the changing room girls and sent them on their way home at 10:30, and then only had about five people doing some last minute housekeeping as I entered the office to find Dee.
I entered the reception area and was taken aback by how eerily similar it was to the one back home. It looked like Dee never even made it to her office. She was curled up on a window bench in the reception area, a coat covering her upper body and her hair over one eye. I looked at her thighs for a moment, my eyes traveling up her flesh till her shorts impeded the view of her butt. It all made me think about Cassie, being in the reception area and all.
No insult to Dee though, she was a nice girl, though I could tell her quick, dry wit would make her a little off putting to some, but I really liked it. Especially since she still used it around me, her 'superior',
I went back into the office and started to fill out some order forms. Thirty minutes later Dee walked in rubbing her eyes.
"Hey Ms. Raquel, what time is it?" I looked at her with a small smile until she realized her mistake, "Oh I mean Eve. Sorry,l you're pretty much mini Ms. Raquel anyway same thing."
I laughed, "No no, I'm nothing like Ms. Raquel."
"Yeah. My two tall golden blonde bosses. Nothing alike," she said .
"That's not much as far as similarities."
"You know what I mean. Just how you interact with others. Good feedback and encouragement and such. I once had a boss, Ms. Helfer, uch she was the worst. You made one mistake and BAM she was yelling at you in no time. She treated us like a bad primary school teacher would her students. But you guys are different. Much more...elegant."
That made me smile. Elegant? That definitely describes Ms. Raquel, I was flattered to hear myself labeled the same way.
Dee brought her work in and we trudged along together. I realized I was sitting on her chair halfway through but I decided not to uproot us. At midnight she seemed so tired she was acting loopy.
"So Eve," she said, sitting back, "you're attractive, young, but not that young, yet I don't see a ring?"
I laughed and shrugged. She was quite brash but it was charming. "I guess the right person just hasn't come along. I also may have commitment issues but hey, who doesn't."
She squinted at me with tired eyes and raised her hand. "Me. Right here. I don't. I am so ready for some commitment. My ex-girlfriend couldn't commit, and it took a year of my life for her to realize." She looked at me for just a second right when she said 'ex-girlfriend' to see my response. I knowingly gave a little smile. I was beginning to think this whole conversation was an attempt to see if she had a shot with me.
Under normal circumstance she definitely would, but I was practically on one long job interview, I wasn't going to risk my job. I understand how that's hypocritical with Cassie and all but hey, we're all illogical sometimes.
Dee asked me for help with some form and circled around to my side, placing it on the desk and leaning over so her breasts were right by my face. And right when I thought all my mound's excitement was gone. But I resisted and helped her even though she no doubt knew what she was doing, and went back to her chair. I noticed she had taken off her shoes and, as she left, I saw a spade and club on the backs of her left and right ankle respectively. I supposed someone liked playing cards.
At that point I told her everything seemed in order and, since we had to be back at the store in seven hours, we really should be leaving. "Together," I almost said, but held it back.
Fifteen minutes later I was back in my hotel room. Arey was asleep on her back, the blanket covering up only to her waist and her top bare, her puffy nipples just asking to be touched. I sat on the edge of her bed and leaned at the waist to put one in my mouth. So much for nothing more between us.
I sucked on it hard immediately. Her eyes fluttered open as I switched breasts, my hands staying clasped in my lap. She stirred and stretched under me, finally throwing the blanket off her legs and letting her hand fall to her sex. There we sat for a time. It wasn't too long, maybe eight minutes max.
I couldn't see her hand, I just looked up from time to time from her breasts to see her still made-up eyes closed, her mind racing off to memories or imagination to get herself off. Eventually her breathing got intense and evolved to moans. I took one hand and serviced the breast that my mouth wasn't on and put a finger from the other one into her mouth. She sucked it hard and all that seemed to send her over the edge, whimpering softly on my finger as she climaxed. She didn't really make much noise.
When it was over all I wanted was to just sit on her face and look down at those eyes as she pleasured me. It made me realize how much I wanted a tongue on my pussy. I had gotten Arey a little on the plane, but that was more just sucking and was cramped.
But again, I resisted, resolved to shower in the morning, and crawled into my own bed. If for anything, for Cassie, for the night we could spend together soon. I checked my phone before I dozed off, and Cassie had sent me a picture of her in her typical big green sweatshirt over some work with the caption 'dying'. I sent her back a much more naughty text about how I'd like her on a bed in that sweatshirt and nothing else. The next day I would get winking face back and considered that a good sign.
I swear I felt like I was asleep for maybe 30 minutes before my alarm rang and it was six in the morning. I think pure adrenaline pushed me to get up and dressed. Today was the day that would make or break my new job. I'm sure I sound spoiled because there are tons of people who get that much or even less sleep on a regular basis, but I'm not one of them and I've always had nothing but a love relationship with sleep. Now it felt like I had been neglecting it and it was reaping its vengeance upon me.
I just showered it off, but on a professional navy blue dress, and headed out. Arey had already been gone when I woke up.
Dee and I may have had a bit of an awkward interaction the day before, but it wasn't remembered. The two of us worked together very well and in overdrive the whole day. We dealt with everything. From a customer with the tiniest complaint to the collapse of pyramid of shoe boxes. From an inappropriately dressed employee to a broken lock on a changing room. We got things done.
At one point an employee reported Arey showing up in the store. Dee tried to handle her and get her out of the store, but it wasn't until I came around and gave a bit of a more iron nudge did she finally leave.
"I remember when Ms. Raquel had hair like that," Dee said as Arey left. I looked at the black hair and back to Dee.
"What? She's never had different colored hair has she?"
"Sure she has, it was like 10 years ago, she dyed it but changed it back to the natural color as soon as possible." Dee walked away with me wondering who exactly she was to have known Ms. Raquel 10 years ago.
Later on I got a moment of rest to speak with her and I asked.
"Well that's kind of a long story," she answered, "do you know her daughter?"
"Molly?" I said, "Yeah we're actually really good friends."
Dee nodded a little sadly. "Yeah, we used to be too. We grew up together a little. I moved to her neighborhood from England when I was probably 12, and she was around 8. Then we eventually ended up at the same college and, well, do you know about the trouble she got in?"
And then everything clicked and I just whispered, "Delilah." And Dee nodded.
Molly had gotten in serious trouble for some hacking racket back in college, which is what landed her out of college and into the store. She told me she had a partner, and they had made lots of money going into a very popular online poker site and cleaning it out. It was a rather big company, and when they were found out that company came down on them with force, but Molly had managed to get most of the blame off her partner, Delilah, for fear of losing her green card. I understood why Ms. Raquel had chosen Dee to run a store for her. With all that was going on, if anyone was going to be loyal to the Raquel family, it was Dee. The one who actually got to stay in college.
I was surprised Molly never mentioned Dee being her old friend I had heard about, but Dee explained she and Molly hadn't really spoken much since the incident. Molly still seemed to harbor some resentment and Dee was too guilty to do something about that.
Later in the day, since I now had a way of looking into the Raquels' past, I had to ask something.
"Did you ever meet her Dad?" I asked Dee.
"If you're asking to figure out where Molly gets the ginger from, I have no idea. Her father's is dark brown. It's one of the most confusing parts of my life, like it keeps me up at night." We laughed about that for a while.
The day went off without any major hitches. For the most part the staff was polite, the customers were eager, and the 'enemy' hadn't hurt us. It was definitely a win.
At one point after closing I was about to head into Dee's office. But there was a crack in the door from the reception area and my eye caught a glimpse inside before I touched the door. She was zipping out of her dress, letting it fall to the ground, exposing her nimble body. I could see a new tattoo I hadn't before, on her right side, a quote I couldn't make out along her rib cage. I was a moment away from barging in there and throwing her on the desk to devour her body. I suppose that is usually what I would do. But I didn't. I simply knocked softly and heard her scramble to get dressed before letting me in.
Dee left earlier than I did, around 9:30 at night, as I had a report to type out for Ms. Raquel. Ms. Raquel wanted an incredibly detailed report after the first day, so it took much longer than I had expected, but I sent the email by 1am.
That night Arey tried to crawl into my bed. She slid in from the side as I laid on my back, laying her hand on my pajama covered breast presumptuously and nuzzling into my neck. I wasn't having any of it. I gave her a tight spank to her naked butt and sent her on her way, sighing heavily afterwards. Saving up for a night with Cassie may have been getting to be more trouble than it was worth. I wasn't even sure why I was doing it at that point, it just became something for me to do.
My final day at Ninth Street went even smoother than the first, and went by in a blur. I got there early and was leaving for the airport at one. I gave one final warning about Alice Industries, Arey, and even Ms. Vega to the staff and Dee before I left. I was just getting through the day to call Ms. Raquel and find out if I had the job and to get back home and find Cassie, hoping against all hope she would be free for me to devour.
"I'm going to miss having you around Eve, you really helped run the place smoothly," Dee told me before I was leaving.
"Thanks sweetie, but I know you've got it covered," I told her and gave her a hug. She held on to me for quite the while before letting go, "and I'll be having to visit again if I get the job. You haven't seen the last of me."
"Promise?" She asked jokingly. We laughed and I left Ninth Street calling Ms. Raquel as she had instructed.
"Hello? Eve. I'm busy now I'm sorry but I've seen your report and talked to Dee earlier. I'm sure it's not a surprise but you have the job, have safe flight!" And she hung up before I could get a word in. I fist pumped so hard in the back of the cab I punched my own thigh. Good thing no one knew about that...until now. Oops. Next I texted Cassie. She told me she was free at nine that night. Perfect.
It seemed like I was bouncing my leg up and down the whole trip back in nerves and anticipation. I was giddy from the new job, and yet had butterflies for the night.
I didn't sleep or anything on the way back, just passively listened to music through security, to the terminal, through boarding, take off, flight, landing, cab to my house, shower, waiting for thirty minutes for more time to pass, and finally the twenty minute drive to Cassie's house. I was there at 8:58 and could have waited, but I didn't. I had waited long enough.
I walked to the front door with a purpose. It was ajar, so I walked in. My jeans already felt tight with an itching to come off.
I found Cassie on her bed, a sight of my dreams. The room contained her big queen sized bed with white sheets and a dark brown frame, with sky blue lamps on either side, and on the bed the crown jewel to the room, Cassie.
She was laid out on her side, reading a magazine, in excatly what I wanted her in. My eyes moved from her head down. Her intentionally messy short blonde hair with its dark roots. Down to her face and the crinkles at her piercing violet eyes when she smiled at me. Then her big, faded, knitted, lime green sweatshirt, with sleeves rolled up and one shoulder exposed. It had been purposely halted at the waist to show of her black panties with floral designs on it like a Monet painting. Then her perfect dancer legs, totally bare from underwear to pink painted toe nails. I suddenly felt over dressed in my button down, jacket, and jeans.
Cassie saw me and smiled, bringing her finger up and curled it as a motion for me to approach. As I walked to the foot of the bed she go up on her knees at the edge of the bed, throwing her magazine on the floor and biting her lip as she looked me up and down.
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