Wilson's Whore

In the morning, he reached for the pack of cigarettes that were usually on his nightstand. He came up empty and remembered why. "Fuck," he groaned, looking at the clock. "Fuck. Fuck. Fuck." He took another shower just to kill time. He couldn't smoke in the shower. Before heading out the door, he snatched the mostly empty carton off the counter and tossed them on the passenger seat of his car. Those unopened packs of cigarettes were his proof that he had been good and his victory smoke after he felt up Kelly.

He weathered the drive into work without a cigarette, cussing at every driver's tiniest mistakes. He went through the drive-thru for coffee and burnt his tongue trying to drink it too soon. Finally, he parked behind the building where he sat in his car, tapping the steering wheel and waiting for Kelly. Five minutes turned into ten before her red car wheezed around the corner. He climbed out of his car, all smiles at last.

"Did you do it?" she asked as soon as she climbed out of her shaking, shuddering beast of a tiny car.

"Here's my proof," he said, reaching in and holding up the mostly empty carton. "Three packs and not a one has been opened."

"I'm so proud of you!" Kelly squealed darting around her car and wrapping her arms around him.

"Now tell me you were serious or I'm going to chain smoke all three of these packs."

Kelly giggled before giving him an unexpected kiss on the cheek. She pulled away from him and dragged him by the hand to her store's back door. "I don't think we need everyone to see this," she said. She was right. It was twenty minutes before opening and the other merchants would be arriving one-by-one.

-

They stood inside her backroom door. Unlike Wilson's store, the backroom of Kelly's store was spacious and empty looking. She held her arms out to her sides and slowly spun. "Here's your reward," she giggled. She took the carton of cigarettes away from him and put them on a shelf behind her.

"What are the rules?" he asked, suddenly shy about what he was going to do.

"No rules," she said, dancing close to him. Once again, she kissed his cheek. "You can touch me anywhere you want."

"Over and under your clothes?" he doubled checked. She nodded. "For however long I want to do it?"

"Well, we do have to open our stores in another fifteen minutes."

"It only takes five," he quipped.

"How do you want me? Like this?" She embraced him, pulling his hands around her. He noticed how she placed his hands directly on her ass. "Or like this?" she asked, turning around so her pert ass pressed against him. Without asking, she moved his hands over her tits.

"You're really going to let me do this?" he asked, nuzzling against her kinky, curly blonde hair.

"Yes," she said, pressing backwards against him. "Go for it, Wilson. You earned this."

Wilson slipped his hands over her front. She felt skinny but he felt muscle, too. Kelly had grown up as a ballet dancer and she often reminded him that she was stronger than she looked. "What if I want to do this?" he asked, slipping his fingertips beneath the waistband of her tight jeans.

"Hold on," she said. Figures, he thought, sure he had been approaching a "no" zone. Instead, she had unbutton her fly. "My jeans are really tight."

"Trust me, I've noticed," he confessed, inhaling deeply and smelling the sweetness of her shampoo.

He slipped his hand across her flat belly again, low enough to touch the top of her panties. "Are you sure?" he asked again.

"Yes," she said, wiggling against him. That wiggle pressed her round, dancer ass against his most important parts and last's night failed orgasm came to haunt him. He started growing hard. Could she tell? Could she feel the change inside his pants with her ass?

Wilson changed directions with his hand, leaving her jeans gaping open as he slipped his hand up her shirt. He bunched it up as he went until he reached the cups of her bra. He pushed her bra upwards too and looked down from over her shoulder as his fingers touched her bare breasts. Once more, he saw those perfectly pink nipples and this time he sighed. "You're beautiful."

"Thank you," she said with another backwards squirm.

"Is this making you excited?"

"Find out," she purred.

Wilson slipped his hand down her belly, fighting back the urge to press against her ass as his cock grew to its full length and girth. He fingered the thin elastic of her panties, pressing his fingers inside of it and reaching lower until he felt the first tuft of her pubic hair. It was a soft, down feeling group of curly hair and a moan escaped him.

"Do it," she said. "Touch me. It's okay."

Cupping her sex, he instantly felt the heat of her arousal. His middle finger slipped between her nether lips, feeling how slick and needy she felt. In his mind, he flashed back to his teenager years copping a feel in the cramped confines of his old beater of a car. When he wiggled his fingers, Kelly pressed against his cock. There was no way she didn't notice the hard-on pressing against her. No way at all.

It wasn't part of their deal, but Wilson didn't care. He was too excited. He nuzzled his lips against her neck, kissing her just below her ear. "Does that feel good?" he cooed.

"Yes," she gasped.

"I know lots of ways to make you feel good and lots of ways to make you feel wrong."

"Prove it," she said, still pressing against his hard-on

Wilson turned her around in his arms, sliding his hand around her waist as she moved. He held her tightly against him as his hand needed the bare flesh of her asscheek. "You said I could touch you anywhere, right?" he asked.

"Hurry," she moaned. "We have to open soon."

"Anywhere," he flatly stated as he pushed her pants farther down with the back of his hand. He pushed until he could press her finger against her tight, puckered asshole. Kelly instantly went stiff as he wiggled his finger against her butt, forcing his first knuckle inside. "Be careful what you ask for, little girl," he whispered in her ear. "Or you'll meet a man who will take everything he can."

Wilson backed his finger out and tugged her pants back into place. She would still need to adjust her panties, but he didn't care about that. He took a step back and snatched the carton of cigarettes sitting on the shelf.

"Wait," she said, pulling her bra over her tits and her t-shirt back place. "What are you going to do with those?"

"Right now? I'm going to smoke one before I open my store. I think I've earned it."

"Please don't," she said, adjusting her underwear before she gave a little hop while pulling her jeans back into place.

"Aw, come on, Kelly. I'm dying for one," he protested. He could see the wheels turning in her head.

"Let me hold them and you can come over here and feel me up everytime you think you want to smoke for the rest of the day."

Wilson hesitated. "Are you serious? Anywhere?"

"Even back there," she said, picking up on what he was suggesting.

Wilson eyed her from the door with his hand on the handle. "Take off your bra," he told her. "Work all day without your bra so I can feel your titties anytime I want."

"Deal," she said, taking off her bra the same magical way as before. She held out her hand for his smokes. Wilson handed them over, pushed up her shirt, and admired her tittites instead of caressing them.

"I'm not sure who is crazier," he said, pulling down her shirt. He jabbed the front shirt tail inside her jeans before rushing out of her backdoor. They were both pushing opening time.

-

Wilson sniffed the finger that had visited Kelly's pussy, inhaling her aroma and groaning because of it. His hard cock ached inside his pants, providing him a lump the couldn't disguise. He rushed through his opening procedures, unlocked the front doors, logging into the corporate server, counting down drawers and checking his email.

Finally settled, he sat behind his counter and nursed the aching sensation inside his pants while fighting off his lust for a smoke. He wondered if it was worth it. Yes, Kelly had a banging body. Yes, he could imagine a wide variety of sick and depraved things he'd like to do her. But he also wanted a damn cigarette. He paced his store, too proud to go next door and too frustrated to sit still.

The first hour of the day slowly passed when Kelly strolled into his store. "You realize I feel naked, right?" she asked.

"You? Look at me," he said, stepping out from his counter and gesturing at his crotch.

"Did I do that?" she asked with a cute little giggle.

"Nah, I just randomly get hard whenever I go too long without a cigarette. It's why I smoke, so I don't rape women."

"Someone sounds irritable," Kelly said, smiling through his sarcasm. "It looks really big if that counts for anything."

"Come over here," Wilson demand, frustrated as hell. He had her stand behind his counter while he stood behind her. Keeping an eye on the front door, he shoved one hand inside her shirt and pulling her hips backwards with the other. He pressed his hard cock against her tight, jean clad ass. "You're a bitch, you know that?"

"Stay off the cigarettes and I'll be your bitch," she said, pressing back against him. "Do you think this is easy for me? I'm horny as hell."

"Yeah, whatever," he groaned wanting more than he could grab from behind the counter of his store. "Is Cindy working with you?"

"Yes," Kelly said. Cindy was the old woman who managed the store. She was not a pleasant person.

"Did she notice you weren't wearing a bra?"

"I lied and told her I was wearing a sports bar."

Wilson laughed. There was no way that fat, crabby old bitch would know what a sports bra looked like.

"She said I had to wear a real bra at work." Kelly squeezed out from between Wilson and the counter. "I need to get back."

"Will you come see me at lunch?"

"Sure," Kelly said, making an exaggerated hip sway as she left the store.

"Hussy!" Wilson called after her. He rubbed his hard cock while wondering if he could risk a visit to the bathroom to rub one out. How long would it take? As long as a smoke break? He had certainly taken plenty of those against company policy, hadn't he? Before he could make up his mind, a customer walked in. Wilson strategically remained behind the counter for the entire sale, pointing with his finger to things instead of walking the customer to the product.

-

Kelly waltzed back into the store with her McDonald's bag and a big smile. "How's it hanging?"

"It's not," Wilson growled, eyeing her skintight t-shirt and delights that rested just beneath that thin fabric. "You realize you're torturing me, right?"

"Because I made your dick hard or because I'm saving you from killing yourself?"

"Ya-know, for a church girl, you've got a twisted sense of humor," he grumbled.

"Aw, come on, Wilson. Which is more fun, sucking on cigarette or playing these?" Smiling, she cupped both her tiny titties.

"You know I want to do more than play with them, right?"

She nodded while munching on fry. "I offered to sell myself to you."

"I can probably scrounge up an extra $125. How about giving me back my cigarettes, popping by my place after work tonight, and we'll both be happy."

Kelly shook her head and frowned. "That doesn't work for me, old man. If I'm going to sell myself to you, I have to offset that sin with something else."

"I'm not sure that how it works."

"Oh, and now you're going to preach to me?" she laughed. "Go ahead, quote a bible verse."

"John 11:35: Jesus wept," he said, reciting the shortest sentence in the King James Bible.

"Good job," she beamed, chowing down on another french fry. "So, are we going to do this or not?"

"Do what?"

"You're a day and half away from your last cigarette. Make it until Tuesday and I'll be $125 richer."

"And then what?"

"And then you can have me one night week for every week you pay me and stay off cigarettes until I graduate."

"Bullshit," Wilson muttered, grouchy with withdrawal.

"Hey, fuck you!" Kelly shot back, staring him down. "What did I do this morning?"

"Let me feel you up," he admitted.

"Including my butt," she pointed out. "Do you realize no one has ever touched my butthole before you? And you stuck your finger in it!"

"Just the tip," he grinned.

"Yeah, well, it felt like a more than that to me!"

Wilson shrugged. "I guess that was a crappy thing to do."

"Ew!"

"Sorry," he said, catching the extra meaning too late. Through his grin, he said, "You said I could touch you anywhere."

"And I did it, didn't I?"

"Yeah."

"So?"

"So what?" he asked.

"So are you going to let me save your life and make a little extra money, too?"

"Why should I? What makes you think there's anything left here worth saving?"

"You're impossible," she sighed.

"That's exactly what my ex-wife said before she left me."

"Well, I'm not your wife," Kelly said, throwing away her trash. "And you're forgetting two things. One, I still have your cigarettes in my store. And two, you're stuck on your own until four."

"You're forgetting something, too," he said, grabbing her hand and pulling her towards his backroom. She followed without a fight. "You said I could feel you up anytime I wanted a cigarette." He stole a glance at the front door before backing her up against a storeroom shelf. "Did you mean that?"

"Yes," she said, pulling up her t-shirt and exposing her perfectly perky, tiny titties.

"Maybe that's not what I want," he said, working the button at the top of her jeans.

Kelly glanced down, watching his fingers as he pulled her jeans open. With his hands on her hips, he shimmied down her jeans and panties, exposing the puffy tangle of blonde hair between her legs. Once more, he cupped her pussy, pressing a finger inside and wiggling it around. His caress was both rough and gentle at the same time and the way he touched her sent shivers down her spine. He stole another glance towards his front door before his other hand grabbed at her ass. He touched her puckered butthole again.

"You're right," he murmured with fire in eyes. "This is better than smoking." He worked his finger inside her again. She guessed it was nothing more than the tip though it felt like much more. She gasped, embarrassed and thrilled at the same time. "Still think I'm worth saving?"

"Still think I'm kidding about what I'm willing to do to earn your cigarette money?"

After another quick glance at his front door, Wilson quickly released her, leaving Kelly leaning against a shelf with her pants and panties around her thighs and her tits exposed. She was around a corner where no one could see her. She adjusted her clothes before walking back out front. "Later neighbor," she told Wilson as she marched to the front door, her break was over. She noticed the customer staring directly at her chest. Once on the sidewalk, she glanced down and saw why. How could anyone miss seeing her swollen, excited nipples? The would include the old bat Cindy, her manager. She did her best to hide behind racks and calm down.

-

Wilson's craving for a cigarette barely eased followed Kelly's visit. Once more, he sniffed the finger he had pressed deep inside her pussy. Damn she smelled sweet. He remained behind his counter, once more providing horrible customer service as he considered Kelly's offer. Could he last a week without a smoke? Hell, he didn't feel as if he could last until his closers showed up.

By four o'clock, enough was enough. His craving for a cigarette had overcome his pent-up sexual desire. After greeting his closers, he marched out the front door. He would go next door, demand his smokes, and satisfy the annoying craving. Maybe he could cut down. Maybe he could get one of those e-cigarettes and taper off from real ones. Or, maybe he would smoke all three packs tonight.

"Hi neighbor!" Kelly beamed as soon as he pushed open the door. He didn't smile back at her.

"I give up. Give me my smokes."

"No."

He fumed while struggling to remain calm. He glanced around the store checking customers or her manager. As near as he could tell, they were alone. "Cut the shit, Kelly. You're sexy as hell, but what we're doing is wrong and you know it."

"Saving your life is wrong?" she asked, nearly singing the words. Damn her sunny disposition!

"I'm serious," he growled. "Now give me my cigarettes or I'll just go buy some."

Kelly's near constant grin faded as she stared him down. She glanced past him at an empty parking lot. Sales wouldn't pick up again until after the dinner hours. She ran a hand over her tits. "Are you sure you'd rather have a cigarette?"

"Yes."

"Positive?" she asked, slipping her hand beneath her t-shirt, caressing her breasts and feeling her nipples instantly responding to the attention. Wilson's stared at her hand moving beneath her t-shirt. "I'm really wet."

"And I really want a cigarette," Wilson said without the edge in his voice.

"Did you know I don't play myself?"

"Liar."

"I'm serious," she said, still playing with her aching nipples. Though it was her hand doing the touching, it still felt good.

"Me too," he said, still sounding annoyed. "Eighty percent of all people masturbate. The other twenty percent are liars."

"Not me," she insisted, squirming. Her jeans were so tight, hugging and caressing her sex if she moved just right. She felt a blush rising to her cheeks. God, this was so embarrassing! What if someone walked in? What if Aunt Elizabeth was looking down on her from Heaven right now? Would she understand she was trying to save this man from himself?

"Give me my cigarettes, please?"

"My fiance always wanted to see me, you know, touch myself. He used to beg for it and I told him I couldn't do it because I was raised believing it was wrong."

"You're just playing with your tits."

"I know, but I'm wet, too. I'm all tingly down there. She really wants me to touch her."

"Then do it."

"I can't get naked. What if someone comes in?"

"Then do it through your jeans. You're a chick, you don't have to get naked to touch yourself down there." Wilson glanced over his shoulder before taking a step closer. He put his hand between her legs, pressing against the seam of her jeans. Kelly's eyes flutter with the suddenly thrill. "See?"

"You do it for me," she gasped.

"If I get you off, can I have my cigarettes?"

Kelly shook her head while riding his hand. Damn that felt good, not as good as earlier, not as good as when he pushed open her pants and stuck his finger against her pussy, but it still felt good. There was a seam of material just below her zipper that rested so close to her clitoris and when he pressed there, she felt shivers of pleasure running through her body.

"Your halo is held on by horns," he said, still rubbing her.

"Come here," she said, pulling him deeper in the store, farther away from the front door in case a customer walked in. She leaned against the front of the cash register station. There were lots of racks and shelf modules between them and the door. If someone walked in, all they would see were two people standing really close together. Kelly put Wilson's hand between her legs again. She guided his other hand to her chest. "Take me."

"I want a cigarette," he said, groping her.

"I know," she cooed, caressing the side of his face. He had such a handsome face. She could see the young man he once was behind the faint lines age had given him. She saw the mournful look in his eyes and couldn't imagine the battle raging inside of him and when he fingered the button of her jeans, she let him do it. They were far enough away from the front of the store, if someone came in, she would have time to fix her clothes.

She clung to the register stand as he pulled open her jeans. He grabbed the sides of her pants, tugging them down enough to make room for his large hand. He glanced towards the door before looking back at her. "I want a cigarette," he repeated.