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You're Hired Ch. 01

By: 95_5Switch



"We're glad you're here...welcome to Houston. John, could you and Nicole excuse us. There are few things I'd like to discuss with our new manager in private."

John and Nicole exchanged curious glances, but rose from their seats and complied with Jenna's request.

After the door was shut and the other two managers no longer visible in the window to her office, she set a stern glance at Terry. After holding the gaze for a moment, she sighed and said, "For all intents and purposes, everyone here thinks that you are here to fill the second grocery manager position. However, I have heard things about you; even noticed the same things while observing you here in the store."

Terry furrowed his brow in confusion. "I'm sorry, have I done something wrong?"

"As far as the company is concerned, yes. It is a serious matter that could have you terminated."

Terry could hardly believe what he was hearing. He had just been promoted and transferred to this store and now he was being told he was going to be fired. What was he going to do? What would he tell his wife? He knew they couldn't afford the rent where they were living without this job. 

Terry swallowed hard and said, "Ma'am, I'm not sure what you've heard or seen...I don't recall do anything improper."

"Well, normally you wouldn't," Jenna replied. "You're like most guys. You do things unconsciously. You've ogled just about every woman you've come across here. Myself and Nicole included!"

Terry couldn't believe his ears. Yes, he had been admiring Jenna's and Nicole's bodies, but he thought it had gone undetected. 

"Furthermore, between you and me, I will let you know that you didn't just happen to be assigned here. I requested you; in fact fought to get you assigned here."

Terry's brow furrowed again in confusion. "If I have offended you, why do you want me here?"

As Jenna interlaced her fingers and let out a sigh as her shoulders dropped, she replied. "I'm recently divorced...I was miserable in my relationship and starved for attention. But I couldn't do anything, because I was married and everyone was watching me all the time. When I heard about you, I figured you were just what I needed."

Terry's look of confusion remained, but he relaxed a little. 

"You will be assigned various projects by me that will require you to be away from the grocery department for extended periods of time. I have already explained to John that you were shorted some training in your promotion and that I would make sure you were brought up to speed so you wouldn't take away from his time. In reality, you are here to admire my body and bring me pleasure. How you go about doing that, I will leave up to you."

The look of confusion was melting away into a full-on deer-in-the-headlights look.

"When you are not performing your training with me, you return and fufill your duties in the grocery department. As long as you are meeting your training requirements with me, you pretty much have free reign in the grocery department; John can't touch you. I will offer this to you as an option: should you decline or fail to maintain your training requirements, you will be reassigned to the Santa Fe store down the road. Currently, the grocery department there is 5 people short. The department is only budgeted for 10 people...I think you can imagine the hell that it would be, but I will leave the choice to you. Before you make the decision, however, I need you run an errand for me. We have run out of weekly ads and Santa Fe has 2 extra boxes they're willing to give us. Go tour the store while you're there and then let me know your decision when you return."

Terry slowly rose to his feet and started to reach for the door handle.

"Oh, and Terry? If you so much as breathe a word about this to anybody, I will have you terminated on several counts of sexual harassment... Do you know the way to the Santa Fe store?"

Terry tapped the holster on his belt. "I have an iPhone, ma'am...got all the maps and directions I need." With that, he walked out of her office and made sure the door shut softly. Out of the side of his vision he saw her swivel in her chair and face her computer as he walked out of the hallway. 

Once he got to his car, he fumbled with his keys and dropped them twice trying to get the door unlocked. Once he got in, he sat there for a moment without starting the car. It was midday now, with the sun high in the summer sky, the car must have been about 110 degrees. When his eyes started to burn, he blinked, coming back to reality and started the car. After a few moments of the car cooling off and the directions brought up on his phone. Terry started to pull out of the parking lot. As he did, he noticed Nicole on the side of the building smoking. The sight repulsed him. He hated smokers...he hated the smell, the damage they did to their bodies, the environment, and those around them. She smiled and waved and he returned both the smile and the wave as he carefully exited the lot.

You're Hired Ch. 02



For the next week, nothing unusual happened for Terry. He performed his regularly scheduled duties as a manager and nothing but professional interactions with his other managers. He did his best to keep his eyes to himself and not attract any attention to himself. 

The following Tuesday at the weekly manager meeting he received a text message from Jenna five minutes prior to the end of the meeting. "Meet me in my office in thirty minutes." 

One of the things that Terry had noticed was that there was a huge window in the Unit Directors office that anyone walking by would be able to see in. When he walked past that window after the manager meeting he noticed venetian blinds now covering the window. He rapped lightly on the door jam. Jenna looked up and smiled, "Come in. Close the door and the blinds." 

His heart began racing. He started thinking, who saw him come in? Did anyone see him close the blinds?

"All the way," she remarked.

He hadn't even noticed that in addition to the venetian blinds, Jenna had also had some heavy drapes installed as well. When he tugged the sash to free the curtains, he thought he had gone deaf. His heart was pounding. He felt light-headed and weak in the knees. 

"What do you think of me," Jenna asked and she stood and did a little twirl. Obviously she was happy with her physique and wanted Terry to be just as enamored with it. 

"I..." He stuttered. "I think you're a very attractive woman." Jenna smiled in appreciation.

Jenna stood about 5'10", maybe 5'11". She had a very trim figure and if one had to make a guess, her breasts were fake judging by how far they jutted out from her slender torso. Being the breast connoisseur that Terry was, he was guessing she was a 32D, maybe 32DD. She had a small little butt, but it was flat. Terry always liked curves on women. In Jenna's case, her northern curves more than more than made up for her lack of southern curves. She usually wore sweaters of one type of another that accentuated the roundness of her breasts. 

She slid off her leather jacket and hung it on the back of her office chair. Terry sat down in the nearest chair no longer trusting his legs to hold him up. 

"You remember the discussion we had last week," she asked as she untucked the hem of her sweater almost imperceptibly. 

"Yes, ma'am...I do."

"Is there anything about it you don't understand or want to discuss before I sample your talents?"

"Just one, ma'am...what do I do if my wife begins to get suspicious?"

Jenna wasn't prepared for this, but she didn't show it. She kept her gaze cool and inviting. "We both have a lot riding on the secrecy of this. I have heard how you are and I think deep down you want this more than you even realize. You'll figure something out." With that, she pulled her sweater over her head and walked around to the front of the desk. She was wearing a black lace bra and her deep brown hair hung loosely over her shoulders. Form-fitting black polyester pants adorned her square hips and stopped just short of three inch heels she was wearing. 

Terry's eyebrows shot up and his eyes widened. Jenna smiled. She was going to enjoy this. 

"I have extremely sensitive nipples. I like them handled rough and if you handle them right, you can bring me orgasm with my breasts alone. When you come in here, there is no need for foreplay...I assure you, if I call you in here I am already hot and horny."

With her fingers she tugged gently on his shirt pulling him up out of his seat. Now with her hands on his ribs, she pulled him closer, running her hands up to his head and burying his face in her massive mounds.



You're Hired Ch. 03



With Terry's face planted firmly in Jenna's breasts, his natural instincts took over. He ran his hands up her smooth back and found the clasp of her and set her breasts free. When he released the clasp, he felt the weight of her breasts fall against his face as the bra was no longer holding them up. As she wiggled out of the bra, he was amazed to find out that her breasts were real. As he cupped them in his hands he marveled at their roundness and how firm they were. Being the Jenna was at least 15 years his senior, he hadn't imagined her body being in such fantastic shape. 

He looked up to meet her eyes, but she had already thrown her head back in ecstasy when he placed his hands on her fully bare breasts. She moaned softly and curled one leg around him. 

Terry began kissing the tops of both globes and began working his way down toward the nipples. When he started sucking on one she moaned very softly and began pulling his head closer. He started sucking harder and the intensity of the moan grew stronger. He tugged slightly at the other nipple. Jenna's hands started pawing at his back. He firmly clasped the nipple in his mouth while increasing the pressure on the other one between his thumb and forefinger. 

The moans were now replaced with guttural sounds coming from the back of Jenna's throat. Terry feared that if she opened her mouth, the sound that escaped would expose them. 

He switched the other nipple into his mouth and applied pressure with his teeth until he heard her breathe catch in her throat. In his other hand he was mauling her other breast; alternating between roughly grabbing and squeezing and frequently tweaking the nipple and holding the pressure on it for longer periods of time. 

Jenna was breathing heavy now and ragged. Terry hoped she was nearing orgasm because as time went on, the more nervous he got about being discovered...or worse, fired.

Next, Terry bit down on the whole areola flicking the tip of the nipple with his tongue as held on with his teeth. The squeezing and pulling of Jenna's other nipple had it stretched out almost an inch. Terry began to feel Jenna buck and quiver. He applied more pressure to everything he was doing and Jenna grabbed him like he was the only life preserver in a raging river. She let loose a very low volume guttural groan from her throat and went slack.

After a few seconds, she started stroking Terry's head, then his shoulders and back. Her breathing was beginning to return to normal. She smiled at him and ran her hands down to his shoulders and gently pushed him back. She was still too weak for words as Terry fell into the chair behind him. 

"I've never brought a woman to orgasm before from just her breasts," Terry remarked; looking a little washed out. 

"I have no complaints," Jenna managed to get out between deep breaths. She began putting her bra back on along with her sweater and leather jacket. Her color was almost normal now and if anyone were to walk in, they would have had no clue what had just happened. 

"Take the rest of the afternoon off." Jenna stood up and went for the door. She smiled as she opened it for him and gestured for him to leave. 

Terry stood up on uneasy and managed to walk the thirty steps to the mens room without anyone noticing his raging hard-on. He was still a little dazed from his recent experiencing and after several splashes of cold water on his face, he determined that, "yes, that really happened."

As he clocked out, gathered his things, and headed for the car, he wondered what the next time would hold. On his way out, he passed Jenna. She didn't even acknowledge him and walked right past without even a word or a glance.



You're Hired Ch. 04



Again, the rest of the week progressed as normal. Terry saw Jenna on a few occasions and she acted as if nothing had happened and he was just another manager in the store. He kept feeling like the other managers were eyeing him; like they knew something, but were not letting on. 

Terry wasn't all that happy with the way things had worked out. Aside from the obvious perk with the general manager, he wasn't getting along with other people in his department and it was starting to wear on him. 

Saturday rolled around and Terry punched in for work around 7am. Nicole came out of the break room and spotted Terry and asked for his help upstairs in the server room. Against the back wall of the employee break room was a vertical iron ladder that went into the ceiling. Most employees assumed it went to the roof, and they would be wrong. The roof access hatch was up a second flight of stairs from the storage area over the receiving bays. 

Terry followed her back to the break room wondering what he would be needed for up there. He had never seen anyone go in there unless they were IT. Nicole grabbed for a rung and said, "Follow me."

The fact that Nicole went up first made Terry's day. Nicole was about Terry's height (5'10") and had ass that Terry thought was to die for. Where Jenna was slim, Nicole was curvaceous. That's not to say that she was fat, but she had the kind of body that Terry really liked. Where black girl's booty jutted straight back, white girls booty tended to go wide, rather than deep. Child-bearing hips they used to call them. She had very round breasts, yet a cup size or two smaller than Jenna's and she didn't keep hers as tightly controlled in her bra. She had baby fine hair that was brown with streaks of dirty blonde thrown in for good measure. 

With Nicole going up first, Terry could steal a couple of glance at her promise land up close and personal...as long as he didn't get caught. He almost did get caught once, when Nicole looked down over her shoulder just as Terry shifted his gaze. He thought he shifted it in time, but Nicole caught him before he turned away. She said nothing, but smiled inwardly as she knew she had another admirer of her magnificent booty. You couldn't call it a butt, with curves like hers, it was a booty!

A sudden downforce wind carried her scent to his nostrils. She didn't smell like most women. She smelled clean, almost floral, and he wasn't referring to her perfume. He thought to himself, "That it is some high class ass...too bad she's not the one molesting me on cue."

When they got to the top, Terry looked around, but couldn't find anything out of place or that needed help with. 

"I dropped my keys down there," she pointed to an access grate with about a foot-and-a-half drop, "while rebooting one of the servers. The front end has been having trouble and the help desk walked me through it. Can you get them?"

"Sure!" Terry flicked a few wing-nuts open and removed the grate. In his mind he was thinking, "Of course...screw something up and get a guy to fix it. She just didn't want to get herself dirty even though this is all her fault. Oh, well, at least I got a really great ass show on the way up here." 

As Terry lay flat on the floor, reaching down through the wires, he could have sworn there were eyes boring into him. When he looked back while squirming through more wires, nothing. Nicole was busy at one of the terminals scrutinizing the boot up messages. He started pulling the keys up. The carabiner on her keyring, all the managers had one, it made it easier to access the keys than keeping in your pocket where they would poke you, caught on one of the power lines strung through the access grate. 

"Seriously," Terry asked out loud in annoyance?

Nicole looked up from the terminal, "What?"

"Your carabiner is caught on one of the cables down here and if I let go to readjust the keys they may hitch a ride someplace I can't reach."

"Let me see if I can help," she said. 

Nicole got down on all fours and Terry took a chance to peek at the cleavage that was coming closer. Nicole seemed to not notice, if she did, she said nothing. She squeezed next to Terry and hung her breasts into the access duct as she reached down in there. This was a great view for Terry and he could help but drinking in as much of the scene as he could while she was distracted. 

She finally reached the keys through the wire, but in doing so she was almost holding Terry's hand. Her hand was warm and soft and just the sensation almost made Terry shiver with excitement. 

"Okay, I've got the keys. Can you reposition yourself and get the hook off?"

Two thoughts rocketed through Terry's mind before he spoke: He would definitely like to reposition himself on top of her and he would most certainly get off and probably her too!

He slid his arm back through a few wire and went in again. He was able to release the carabiner and Nicole pulled her keys the rest of the way up and out of the access hatch. As Terry replaced the wing-nuts, he noticed something peculiar; with the slats in the access grate, it would have been damn near impossible for Nicole's keys to fallen in there. Did she plant them there?

"Anything else I can help you with," he asked?

"No that was all. Thank you very much. I'm about to head down; the server seems to responding normally again. Thanks for your help."

Nicole started for the ladder and proceeded to mount it and descend. Terry hopped right on as soon as there was room, looking down to make sure he didn't step on Nicole's fingers. At least, that's what he would say if she caught him looking down her sweater.