21 comments/ 16694 views/ 22 favorites The Wooden Fish By: Revere2 This story turned into a much longer tale then I had originally intended. For that I am truly sorry, but I feel it is finally complete, so it is what it is. If your looking for a quick read this may not be the story for you, otherwise, relax and enjoy. She slowly wiggles out of her sexy, tight shorts, pulling her panties down with them, over her hips, ever so slowly, sliding down her thighs. She lets her delicate fingers release them just past her knees, allowing them to fall to the floor. First one foot steps out, and then with the other foot she kicks them to him. He's sitting on the edge of the bed when he catches her panties. He raises them to his nose, closes his eyes and deeply inhales. His lips curve up into an evil grin as his eyes open and he stares at her like a man possessed. Slowly standing, the tall dark stranger with the perfect body walks over to where she is standing. He slowly pulls her tight tank top up over her head to free her full breasts. She coos as he tosses her top over his shoulder and then roughly fondles her. His hands run down her sides as their lips meet in a hungry kiss. Gripping her ass suddenly with one hand and her breast with the other, he starts nibbling down her neck towards her shoulder. Pulling her onto her tiptoes, he bends down to take her nipple into his ravenous mouth. Suddenly he spins her around with a slap on her ass, grips her hips and pulls her against his crotch in a slow grind as his hands travel up to her breasts, causing the blonde vixen's back to arch. Watching her sexy, heart shaped ass and perky tits swaying has my blood boiling. I can feel the familiar stirring of my core as my cock begins to swell. I'm not a fan of fake tits, but if they fit the frame I can easily over look it. Turning, she slowly sinks to her knees while fighting to unbutton and unzip his pants. That's when his nine inch cock springs free, slapping her under the chin. She coos again, taking him in both hands in an attempt to force him into her tiny mouth. I sigh and click the stop button. I sit staring at the computer screen with my hard on fading even while still tight in my grip. We all have a pet peeve and mine is abnormally large cocks. Where do they find these mutant guys anyway? I try clicking on a few more videos but they just aren't working for me tonight. I opt for a shower, then bed. I really need to get laid. I've been beating my dick like it owes me money for far too long without any "help" from the fairer sex. My name is Jason, and I have no life. Don't get me wrong, I have friends and I go out when I can. It's just a really busy time right now, with school and just getting my second part time job to pay for everything. I know I won't be able to keep this pace up forever, especially with nights like this one happening far too frequently. All I need is enough to pay for my classes and books this fall. Unfortunately, I didn't come from one of those rich households. My father was nice enough to knock my mother up and then move out of state shortly afterward. I never met him, or even heard him on the phone; there weren't any birthday cards, either. I never even knew his name until I turned eighteen. I have my mom's last name, and that's fine with me. But enough about me for now, it's late and I work in the morning, so I'm off to bed. **************** I get to work to find I have been transferred from dry goods to the freezer of the food distribution warehouse. I don't mind working the freezer, but I would have liked to have known ahead of time since I was dressed to work in a hot warehouse, not a subzero freezer. After rummaging around in my car until I find an old sweat shirt that smells funny, I report to the freezer. Upon entering that frozen hell I meet Melanie. "Hi, I'm Melanie. We're going to be working together," she says, eyeing my ratty sweat shirt. "You're going to freeze to death dressed like that." "They didn't tell me I would be working here until this morning." Extending my hand to her, I add, "Hi, I'm Jason, nice to meet you." "Here, take these gloves, you'll need them." She places them in my open hand, while turning to walk to our work station. "Thanks." I take the thin work gloves and follow her to work. It's a simple system that works; she receives a printout of the order and makes sure it all gets packed on pallets for shipping. My job is to listen to her tell me what to pack. This first day is tough without winter clothes, but she makes sure we take a lot of breaks so I can warm up. While rubbing my hands over my thighs, trying to regain some feeling in them, it gives us a chance to talk a bit. "God I'm cold. So how long have you worked here Melanie?" "For about three years. I work full time and go to school at night at the community college. You're summer help, right?" "Yeah, I'm trying to save enough to pay for school and books in the fall. I plan on taking a heavy class load and I just can't work this many hours and keep my grades up. You said you take classes at the community collage? I've never seen you around there." "Well it's a big place and I always take classes at night." "True, it is big; it's just funny that I've never seen you there. I'll have to look for you." "Ok, we have two more orders to fill then we can call it a day. Let's get to work." I never give Melanie much thought, she has really pretty eyes and a wonderful smile, but I have only seen her in bulky winter clothes, and a knit cap. Hell, I don't even know how long her hair is. I can't say she is fat really, but even with all the winter clothes, she doesn't seem real thin either. Our friendship grows, and we talk a lot during breaks and lunch. I just never look at her as a girl. I mean I know she is a girl, but I guess I kind of look at her more sisterly. During lunch about a week later, a secretary walks by and I find myself staring at her the whole way. She is beautiful, with long blonde hair, and even longer legs. Her breasts seem perfect for her frame, pushing up and giving her a wonderful amount of cleavage. She has a waist that is slim and sexy and draws your eyes down to her incredibly shaped ass that can turn any man into an ass man. Her figure, oh my God, it was to die for. All I can think about is how that dress dares your eyes to follow her every curve and how good it would look lying on the floor of my... "Put your eyes back in your head, you dog. Haven't you seen a girl in a dress before?" "Easy killer, it's not like there are a lot of women in dresses around here." "Typical male." "Like you would want it any other way; well, except the staring part." "You looked at her like she was a piece of meat." "Hey, she looks good, with her hair all done and make up on. The dress is just a bonus. I don't think you should be so jealous." As soon as the words leave my mouth I know it is a mistake. The empty pop can bouncing off my head confirms that I went too far. "Jealous? You think I'm jealous of her? For your information I don't have to dress like that to get a job. Every time they need a new playmate running around the front office, they get a new secretary. They're a bunch of dirty old men." "Ok, ok, you're not jealous; a bit psycho, maybe, but not jealous." "You haven't seen me crazy yet." I know I need to smooth things out quickly so I break out some female kryptonite. "Chocolate?" "You think you can buy me with chocolate?" "Well, I was hoping for a truce. How about I don't openly stare at the skirts and I share my chocolate bar with you, and you don't bonk me on the head with pop cans anymore." "You won't openly stare? Yeah right," she laughs. "And let's face it, you deserved to be bonked." Her laughing is a good sign. "Well you have to remember that I'm a guy and I will look, but I am willing to make an effort to not openly stare. It's the least I can do." I break the candy bar in half and hand her the larger piece, not waiting for her to agree to the terms. "The least you can do. How noble. Thank you for the chocolate." "You're very welcome." ********************* Friday arrives and Melanie seems to be very excited about it. I, on the other hand, have to work at my second job so my weekend partying will not be happening. On the way to the locker rooms she says, "Thank God it's Friday." "Got a big night planned, I take it?" "Well, my friends and I plan on going out tonight. I live for the weekend. What do you have planned for tonight?" "I have a second job I work at night on the weekends. Rickshaw Imports, it's one of those high priced home furnishings stores at the mall that sells stupid things you wouldn't think anyone would ever buy." "It's by the movie theater, isn't it?" "Yeah it is. Unfortunately, it's never very busy and so the evenings that I work there seem to go on forever. It sucks watching everyone going to the movies while I'm stuck dusting large earth globes that open to hidden drink bars or polishing that stupid wooden fish." "Hey I like that fish, he's cute." I roll my eyes at her and say, "You would. So what are you going to be doing tonight?" "My girlfriends and I are probably going dancing, but nothing is definite." "I can't dance to save my life. My erratic dancing style is coupled with my lack of rhythm. It's quite something to see, let me tell you." "I think I've seen you bust a move before. Wasn't it yesterday when you slipped on that ice in the freezer? I've never seen legs move like that before. All you needed was a good beat and some flashing lights." "Yeah, laugh it up. Have fun tonight." "Bye Jason, don't work too hard." As I enter the locker room I start peeling layers of clothes off, preparing for a hot shower. After getting clean, and most importantly warm, I head off to job number two and that stupid fish. Stacy, my boss, is the owner of Rickshaw imports, and she keeps me busy cleaning and rearranging things and tonight is no different. I am on dust and polish duty all night long. It amazes me how dusty everything gets after just a couple days. Stacy and I get along pretty good even though she is close to my mothers age. "So how do you like working in a freezer? It sounds like it would be miserable." "It's not that bad, as long as you dress for it. I wear long underwear and sweats under my work clothes." "I bet it cramps your style to wear that and not look all hip." "Umm, when I work I really don't care what it looks like, if I have to do it for the job. Like working here; I wear khakis and a nice shirt, but away from here I almost never wear khakis. I'm a denim kind of guy." "Well I'm glad you don't mind wearing them because I think you look handsome." I think I blush at the compliment, "Thank you." "Don't forget to polish the fish in the window." "God, not the fish again," I think to myself as I make my way into the window display, rag and polish in hand. Once I get in there I find not just the fish need to be dusted. The bright lights really make the dust stand out, so I go about wiping everything down. After about twenty minutes, I am finally finishing up. While on the back side of the fish, buffing his scaly butt, I look out the window and see one of the most beautiful girls I have ever seen. She has long curly brown hair that hangs just at her shoulders. Her legs are toned and tanned with high heels that make them seem to go on forever. The short skirt she is wearing hangs on her slim sexy hips, hugging her tight, perfectly proportioned ass. The hem comes down to mid thigh, teasingly flapping with every step. And a low cut top that clings to her curves like it is paint on a canvas. She isn't alone; three blonde beauties are also traveling in her pack. They are all dressed to kill and getting everyone's attention. That's when it happens. I don't know which one of the girls notices first, but soon I see the brunette beauty turn towards me and start smiling, then laughing. It is at this moment that I become acutely aware that all four girls and some of the other people in the mall notice me standing in the window fondling a big wooden fish. I don't know how long I am frozen like this. All I know is I need to get the hell out of this window without knocking everything over. I almost make it, too. Suddenly, my toe catches as I am stepping down and I face it on the isle. Face down on the carpet, arms at my sides, rag in one hand while the can of polish bounces off ahead of me. I jump back up with lightening speed and peek out the window to see if the brunette has seen my graceful dismount of the window display. Luckily, the pack of beauties are gone. After a hasty exit from the front of the store, I do my best to hide for the rest of the evening in the back room. With my ego in pieces, I stay in back taking inventory, even though this is a Monday job. Soon, it is quitting time and I make my way home. The rest of the weekend is pretty much uneventful. Doing school work during the day and working at the mall in the evening, my weekend passes as if it isn't a weekend at all. Monday morning arrives too quickly once again, and I head back to the frozen wasteland we call the freezer. After I change into my warm clothes, I run into Melanie as I leave the locker room. "Good morning Mel, how was your weekend?" "It was pretty good. We had a good time. And don't call me Mel. How was your weekend?" "Pretty uneventful 'Melanie', you could say it was pretty boring. Unless you think doing homework during the day and working at night all weekend is fun." "You didn't hurt yourself falling out that window display did you?" I stop dead in my tracks. Was she at the mall? I wonder. So I ask, "How did you know I fell?" "Well I wasn't totally sure it was even you when I first saw it. I mean, I couldn't tell because it only showed you from behind. But then I noticed the fish you were rubbing, and I said to my girlfriend Kristi, 'Oh my God, that's Jason!' and she was like 'Jason? You mean that guy you work with?' and I was like 'Yeah, him.' Then you tripped leaving the display window." I feel my pride starting to crumble all over again. "You make it sound like you saw a video of it." "Yeah, on YouTube; I checked it this morning and it had over a thousand hits." I am speechless. Over a thousand people have seen me fondle a fish, and then eat the floor. My mind just can't grasp that many people watching me. She breaks my silence when she asks, "So did you get hurt? You never answered me." "Only my pride," I reply flatly. "I feel like such an idiot." "Oh stop it. No one knows it was you. They couldn't see your face, remember?" "Well you recognized the fish, so others will too, and I'm the only guy working in the damn store. What about the fact that you told... 'Kristi,' was it?" "Well she doesn't know who you are; she only knows that we work together." "So you talk about me?" She blushes and says, "We need to get to work," then walks into the freezer. I am left standing outside the door wondering what type of things girls talk about. By the time I enter the freezer, Melanie has gone to get the first order. So I get started laying out pallets. When she returns, I try to talk to her but she is all business, so I get to work stacking and following her orders on what to add to the pallet and keep my mouth shut. It isn't until lunch time when she starts to talk to me again. "So tell me, did you ever tell anyone that you work with me?" "Well yeah, I guess I did." "Then why do you feel I shouldn't tell any of my friends that I work with you?'" "Ok, you got me. I guess I just didn't expect her to know me by name is all. I did tell my friends that I work with you, but I think that's different because I can't give them too many details. You know how guys are." "No I don't. So why don't you tell me how guys are." She smiles as she eyes me curiously. I sigh. "Ok, it's like this, if I tell the guys that I work with a girl, the first thing they want to know is how long it will take for me to get her into bed. If I try to say that I won't dip my pen in the company ink, they say 'oh, she's that ugly?' Which, you're not." "Aw, you think I'm pretty?" "Well, maybe if I could get past the rosy cheeks and runny nose." "OUCH!" She hits me. "Your nose is runny too. It's from the cold, dry air of the freezer, jerk." Laughing, I say, "I know, but you didn't need to get violent." "Yeah, but I didn't have an empty pop can to throw at you. So what did you tell them about me?" "Nothing really," "Don't be a jerk, and just tell me what you told them. Or was it bad?" "Well I didn't think it was bad, but you know how psycho you can get, so I'm not sure how you will take it." "I promise I won't get 'psycho', as you put it." "Well, I told them that you had a pretty face, which made them ask if you were fat. I told them that I couldn't tell because of all the clothes you wear but you couldn't be that big. Then they wanted to know ..." "Hold it. I couldn't be that big?" she interrupts. "Hey, you promised you wouldn't get psycho." "Ok, go on," she breathes through gritted teeth. "Then they wanted to know when I would bed you, to which I replied that I work with you and that possibly wouldn't be a good idea. So they wanted me to introduce them so they could. At which point I simply refused." She exhales loudly, releasing her built up anger at my comments, then asks, "So why did you refuse to introduce them to me?" "Because I like you and wouldn't want to hear them boast about their conquest. I would have to look you in the eye the next day, knowing what they said. I wouldn't like pretending that they didn't say the stuff that they would say. But it goes both ways, too. I wouldn't want to hear you talk about them, either. I don't need the drama." "Ok, I can accept that. See, was that so hard to do? Besides, I like you too." "You like me?" I ask with admiring eyes while trying not to laugh. "Well, I don't hate you. Let's get back to work... dork." "Lead the way, Mel." Melanie glares at me, sticking out her tongue as she walks past me. I have to laugh, our little battles of words makes working with her a lot of fun. During the rest of the week, all our talks during breaks and lunch never include anything about liking each other, although there is some flirting going on. We joke around a lot, teasing her becomes my favorite past time, and she makes sure she gets back at me every time for it, too. The weekend comes quickly, and on our way back to the locker room, I ask, "So do you have another big weekend lined up?" "It's Friday isn't it?" "That it is. I hope I don't have to go into that front window again." "What's wrong, don't want to star in 'Face plant two, return of the dork'?" "Dork? You think I'm a dork?" I put on my best hurt look. "Oh stop it; you know I am only joking." "So you say, but I am starting to think you mean it. Have a great weekend, Mel." "Stop calling me Mel. And don't work too hard; dork." Tonight I arrive at the store to find Stacy acting a little funny. She is dressed differently than normal too. Her look is normally very conservative, but tonight she looks like she has plans after work or something. Another difference is that she barely talks to me the whole evening. "Can you start dusting everything on the floor? It really needs it." "Sure thing," I say, as I set off to rub everything down. Later that evening as we are closing, Stacy asks me to stay after because she wants to talk to me about something. "I assume our talk is going to be something bad. Are you going to let me go?" "No no, nothing bad like that, I can assure you." After she closes the gate at the front of the store and turns off the lights, we go into the back where she has a desk set up in a small office. She sits in the only chair in the room as I stand at the side of the desk, which is the only place in the room that doesn't have a desk or chair occupying it. The Wooden Fish Then Stacy cuts to the chase. "About the video on YouTube... you know what I'm talking about?" "Yeah, I saw the one starring me and the fish. I don't think it captured my good side." "Well, I can't tell you how sorry I am that it was put on there. I just found out about it this morning, and I told my son to take it down at once. Unfortunately, he said something about doing it later because he was late for work, so it may still be online. But, I promise you it will be deleted." "How did it get on there in the first place?" "Well I don't understand all this computer stuff, but the security cameras are hooked up through the internet somehow. It's all too technical for me. My son gets it, and somehow he saw it and posted it. I was furious at him when I found out and really let him have it." "Well, I can't tell you it didn't bother me. But it's a week after it happened and I'm pretty much over it. I mean at least it didn't have a close up of my face, so no one really knows it's me unless they know the store." "I think we should take the fish out of the window so no one else will know it is you, and I will make sure that video is removed as soon as I get home." "I like the idea of the video being removed, but don't worry about the fish." "You're sure you don't want it taken out of the window?" "Yeah, like I said, it was a week ago and I have pretty much got over it." "Ok that'll be up to you. But I want to make it up to you." She reaches out and takes my hand, pulling me closer to where she is sitting as she looks up into my eyes and says, "Don't stop me, ok." To my utter amazement, she reaches out and starts undoing my pants. I must look like a fool with my mouth hanging open in shock, but my cock has a mind of its own and it is screaming, "Yesss!" It springs to life before she even gets to my zipper. Seeing my arousal and my lack of verbal skills as a green light, she slowly lowers her mouth onto my fast hardening cock without ever losing eye contact. As she descends to the base, she closes her eyes and really puts her years of experience to work on me. I cannot believe this is happening, but it has been way too long to stop her. I do however, suddenly thinking about those damn security cameras, start to twist and turn to see if any are in this small, cramped office. Stacy must feel me turning because she slowly slides off of my cock with a wet slurping sound as she looks up at me. "Don't worry, no cameras in here." And goes right back down on me. She rolls her chair closer to me while gripping my ass. I can feel her legs on the outside of my own, squeezing them to make sure I don't move. Looking down at her sucking me, I watch my hard cock enter her wet mouth as my balls touch her chin, over and over. With my head spinning, I notice how low her top is cut. The view of her breasts down her shirt is mesmerizing and I have to touch them. I run my fingers of one hand through her hair, struggling not to move, all the while fighting my inner desire to grab her head and start thrusting. My other hand reaches down and cups her breast. As she quickly removes my hand off her breast and holds it, she lets my cock slip from her hungry mouth. Her hot tongue runs along the underside of my cock till she is sucking my balls into her mouth, one at a time. As she licks back up to the tip, she places both my hands on her head. Gripping both in hers, I feel her hands guiding mine. Does she want me to fuck her mouth, I think to myself? So I start to pull her head onto my cock. She lets go of my hands while I do this, answering my unasked question as to what she wants me to do, and I am more than willing to comply. Stacy starts moaning on my cock as I hold her head and start thrusting my hips. I am sliding it all the way into her mouth; thank God she has perfect control of her gag reflex. Her hands are tickling my balls while I thrust into her. I guess this is what years of experience can do. I am in heaven, my balls are in hell, slapping against her chin while aching for relief. It has been so long since I was with a woman I know I won't last long. I can feel my balls tightening as that all too familiar feeling starts deep within me. "I'm going to cum soon," I groan through clenched teeth. Stacy grabs my ass and keeps me pumping into her mouth, sucking, and working her tongue as I fuck her. I slap my balls a few more times into her chin until I start my eruption. "Here it comes." I fight not to yell. She pulls me into her, jamming my cock as deep as I can go as I explode down her throat. Holding me there, her mouth never stops working my cock as I lewdly empty my balls into her. Stacy's throat swallows expertly, not letting a single drop escape. As I start to relax I find she is still sucking. I never had a girl keep sucking after I came. But here was Stacy, softening cock in her mouth, still milking me. I start to wonder if she is ever going to stop. It gets to where it becomes too sensitive and it is almost unbearable as my body starts bucking and jerking uncontrollably to the ministrations of her mouth. She slowly pulls her head back while sucking firmly one last time as my half flaccid cock springs free. I never experienced anything that intense before. Although my experience with sex is somewhat limited, I have some really memorable times, but this one blows them all away. I stand there holding myself up with the corner of the desk as she takes out a tissue and wipes her mouth. I straighten up and start tucking everything back to where it is supposed to be when she stands and turns to me. "Ok, I want us both on the same page here. That was a one time deal. I, through my ignorance with computers, let something happen. Now I feel we're even. But what I want to know, are you going to be a gentleman? Or are you planning on bragging to all your buddies?" "I don't kiss and tell....much." "You better not, you brat," she half jokes while poking me in the ribs. "Don't worry; this is something I will take to the grave with me." "Ok, let's get out of here. I'll give you a ride to your car." "Before we go, I have to do something." I take her in my arms and pull her toward me until her breasts are crushed between us, while leaning in to give her the hottest kiss I can muster. She responds in kind, holding tightly onto me as our lips touch, first very gently, but it quickly grows. Nibbling on her lips, I faintly taste cum. As the kiss heats up I let my tongue explore and she opens her hungry mouth. After what seems like a good five minutes of hot steamy passion, but I am sure it is a lot less, we break apart, breathless. "Sorry about that, but if I didn't do that now, I would regret it for the rest of my life." "After a kiss like that..." she lets her statement hang. Letting her fingers drag down my chest. "Are you hungry?" "Yes I am, but I am not dating you, so get that thought out of your head, young man," she says lightheartedly. "Yes ma'am." I grin as we walk to the door. "Good, let's put this past us and get out of here." After Stacy drops me off at my car, I drive home feeling like a weight has been lifted. This night I sleep like a baby, I don't even dream. When I awake around ten the next morning, full of energy, I busy myself all day around the apartment, until it is time to go back to work. *************** On arriving at work, it is back to the basic grind of dusting and polishing. We receive a new shipment that morning so she asks me to go rearrange the back room. I cannot believe how much stuff had come in. I am back there all evening moving stuff around, trying to make it possible to walk to the office, bathroom and the back door. I soon learn of a new task added to my job description, car loader. "Jason, could you come out here please?" I walk out of the back room to see Stacy standing with an older woman by a carved wooden end table that is made to look like an elephant. "Need help with something?" "Yes, could you please load this table into her car for her?" "Sure, let me grab a hand cart." I go into the back room for a cart to lug what seems like two hundred pounds of wooden elephant. After I follow her outside and wait at the curb for over ten minutes, she finally finds her car and drives it over to me. Then, if that wasn't bad enough, when she opens her trunk, it is totally full with boxes, a suitcase and a set of golf clubs. After I help her move all that stuff into her backseat, I finally get the table loaded and send her on her way. When I get back to the store, Stacy is all smiles. "Someone stopped in here looking for you while you were out." "Oh? Who was it?" "She didn't tell me her name, but she sure was pretty. Four girls came in here, all really pretty, and one asked if you were working. So I told her you were outside loading a table. She said she would stop by later. Then they all left and walked toward the theater." The first thing I thought of was the four beauties I saw right before my fall last week. But why were they looking for me, I wondered. Maybe they saw the video and recognized the fish? I think I need more information to go on. "Did she ask for me by name?" "Yeah, she said 'Is Jason here?' Just like that. And all four were dressed like they were going clubbing, or partying, or whatever you kids call it. I thought it was a bit much for just going to the movies." Now I am really confused. Those girls can't know my name. Then I wonder if it was Melanie and her friends. So I ask, "What was she wearing?" "Well, she was wearing a miniskirt, and had on a rather revealing top. It was cute, but not sluttish. It just seemed a bit much for going to the movies." Wearing a miniskirt, I think to myself. The memory of that heavenly skirt from last weekend appears in my mind as Stacy is describing her, but I just can't put Mel's head on that body. "Oh, after you put the cart away, could you please dust the fish in the window. Your friend said it looked a bit dusty," Stacy says with a smirk. Now I am confused. Why would the girl from last weekend tell her to have me get back in the window? Maybe she would if she saw the YouTube video. Or is Mel messing with me, and she is a lot thinner than I think? As I go into the back room for a rag and the polish, all I can think about is that video, and it makes my heart start to sink again. So, with my mood dropping, I go to the window to dust and polish everything, even the fish. This time goes a lot better than the last time. While I am in the window, no groups of girls are in sight, and my exit is flawless. The only down side to the evening is the girls never come back. Nine o'clock rolls around and it is time to close. I go home wondering if I will ever know who the girls are. Monday morning, dressed in my winter clothes as I exit the locker room, I run into Mel again. Only this time her hair is down and curly, resting on her shoulders. As I stand there staring at her, mouth agape, I notice she is even wearing makeup. Melanie is so amazingly beautiful, compared to my memory of how she looked Friday when last I saw her. All I can do is stare, no matter how hard I try to play it cool. She stops in her tracks, looking at me. "What's wrong with you?" "I...um...well, it's like...um...wow... you...you look amazing." I babble. "So are you saying that I clean up pretty good?" "Hell yeah, if I didn't recognize the snow suit, I wouldn't have known it was you." "Well don't let it slow your work down, because we have a lot to do today. Oh, and another thing, didn't you promise me you wouldn't openly stare anymore?" "If I am not mistaken, we agreed I would not openly stare at skirts. Which you are not wearing, unless I'm wrong and you have one on under all the other clothes." "Just don't be a dork. Ok?" she states as we start walking to the freezer. "I'll try not to embarrass you in front of whomever it is you're trying to impress." "What makes you think I am trying to impress anyone?" "Err...a....well.....I dun no, I guess because you impressed the hell out of me." She smiles and says, "Don't be a dork." "Seems I have that market cornered... oh shit...'OUCH'." I hit the floor hard. As we walk and talk, I try to stay next to her, so I can take in this new found beauty. This is working out fine until someone leaves a pallet cart in the aisle, which I didn't see because I am still staring at Mel. "Are you ok?" "Ok, that hurt," I say as I slowly stand back up, brushing the dust off in a rather large cloud. It is at this point I hear laughing. I turn to see Mel with a huge smile on her face while fighting to hide her laughter. "Are you sure you're ok?" "Once again my pride took a beating. I wonder if that was caught on tape too. I would hate for all those people to have missed it." "Maybe you should watch where you're going." "Yeah, and let me guess, stop staring too. You know, I thought you would have seen it and walked around it so I wouldn't trip." "Oh I saw it, but I wanted to see if you would walk right into it or not." "Well thanks a lot." At this point she steps up close to me, looking up into my eyes and asks quietly, "Why do you keep falling down whenever you see me with makeup on?" The power of her gaze grabs me, taking me by surprise. For this brief moment we can be the only two people on earth. My mind is spinning trying to think with this new feeling in my gut. I finally say, "Wasn't this the only time I have ever seen you with makeup? I don't understand what you're talking about." "Did you hit your head just now, or are you always this clueless?" Before I can say another word, she rolls her eyes, turns and walks into the freezer. Leaving me more confused then ever. I even start to wonder if I did hit my head, but with no signs of pain or blood, I think I am ok as far as this goes. But what does she mean by me falling down every time I see her in makeup? It is at this point God smiles down on me, or He just figures I will never get it without divine intervention; the cloud of stupidity lifts. Mel has three blonde girlfriends. I do my best to work quickly, although I also do my best to look at her whenever I can without staring. As we break for lunch, Mel doesn't seem like she wants to talk to me. So I do what any guy would do, annoy the crap out of her by talking to her whether she likes it or not. "So, do you like all the attention you are getting from everyone?" "To be honest, no, I forgot how many horn dogs work here." "Well you have to expect some kind of reaction. We're not used to seeing you like this." "Maybe I made a mistake in wanting to look good for a change." "Sorry I missed you Saturday night." She turns and looks at me without speaking for a long while, just chewing on a piece of sandwich. Finally, she swallows and asks, "What do you mean?" "If I am not mistaken, that was you and your friends who came into the store asking for me while I was out loading a table into a car. Or am I wrong?" "Why would my friends and I want to stop by your work?" "I don't know, maybe to see if I would fall down again. Or maybe they wanted to meet the dork who is a YouTube star. Or, maybe you just wanted to say hi because you were in the area. Hell, I don't know." "We were early for the movie, and I thought I would say hi." "I'm sorry I missed you. So are you going to tell me who you're trying to impress, or did you just get up early and decide to do your hair and makeup?" "Why should I answer your questions if you won't answer mine?" "Oh, you mean about me falling down when you have makeup on? That's an easy answer. You blew me away, grabbing my attention so solidly that my own safety was compromised. How could I take my eyes off you when you are this stunning?" "Oh stop it," she blushes. "If you want an apology from me for my staring, you won't get one, because I had no control over it. If you don't want me staring then you need to let me see you cleaned up more often so I am at least used to seeing you looking this way, or never let me see you like this. But if I get to vote on which you do, I vote for seeing you like this more." "Thank you for your honesty." "Ok I answered your question, now you answer mine. Which is it, did you get up early or are you trying to impress a guy?" "Lunch is over, we need to get back to work," she announces as she stands and starts to walk away. "Whoa, I answered your question..." I say as I block her from entering the freezer. "You also made me wait for four hours. Seems only fair I make you wait too," she declares with a smile. "You little brat," I mumble to myself as she pushes past me, giggling, into the cold. The rest of the day goes so slowly, even though we are really busy. I find myself feeling like a kid before Christmas, being told he has to wait till Christmas morning. Did she wake up early or is she trying to impress someone? I wonder who she likes and then wonder if it could be me. It is silly of me to think like this since we only work together, and before today I didn't even know I had seen her away from work. As she checks her list to make sure I have added everything to the pallet that needs to be on it, I watch her and find her movements more soft and delicate than I had ever noticed before. For the first time, I see a sensual side to her which makes butterflies flutter around my stomach. Oh my God, I think I'm falling for her. Which, deep down, I don't mind a bit because I have always liked her. I never had a girlfriend who is truly a friend first and a girl second. But this is different, we are friends. I enjoy just being with her, talking about the crap people talk about over lunch. Then I think about Mel possibly wanting to impress another guy. This sparks a pang of jealousy in me that I didn't know even existed. My mind starts working overtime trying to remember any of the guys she has mentioned over the past month we have worked together. I can't remember one name. Not to say she'd never mentioned any, my memory for names just really sucks. After Mel okayed the pallet for shipment, I start the stretch wrapping by hand since we don't have one of those automatic pallet wrapping machines. While I run around this pallet until I am dizzy as hell, wrapping it fully in plastic wrap, Mel calls the Hilo driver to come pick it up. When I finish, I look over towards the Hilo and there I see the driver all smiles, flirting with Melanie, and her smiling back. Both are laughing and not paying any attention to the fact that I am done with the wrap and it is ready to ship. I do my best to ignore them, but the more I try, the more their laughter gets to me. So I pull a new pallet over to our station, leaning it against the wall and wait for the full pallet to be taken away. Since they are still deep in conversation I walk off to the bathroom, giving them time alone, since they are in their own little world anyway. When I get back, I see the wrapped pallet was removed and Melanie is waiting for me. What I am surprised to learn is that she is mad at me. "Where the hell did you go?" "I went to the bathroom. Why, is there a problem?" I ask with a bit of an attitude. "Since when do we wander off without telling the other where we're going?" "I didn't want to interrupt you two. It seemed like you guys were having a moment." "'A moment?' What the hell is wrong with you? Do you have any idea what we were even talking about?" "No," I admit. "I'm sorry; I don't even know why I am acting like this." "So why are you?" "Let's just get back to work, ok?" The last thing I want to do is let this newfound jealousy rear its ugly head again. As I walk past her to grab the pallet that I left against the wall, I hit a patch of ice and go right flat on my back. The Wooden Fish "Ow... I really have to stop doing this." "Don't move, let me get some help." "No, I'm ok," I state as I sit up gingerly. "You have to stop wearing makeup around me. I can't take much more of this." "Are you sure you're ok?" I slowly get to my knees, then stand up and stretch to get the kinks out. "I am going to be sore tomorrow. First I fall on my face, now I fall on my back. If I keep this up, I won't last the week." Melanie grabs my arm and turns me to face her, with her voice taking on a soft concerned tone. "Stop joking around, are you sure you're ok?" Looking down into her eyes like this makes the butterflies return. "Yeah, I'm okay. Can we get back to work now?" I say, afraid she can tell how I am feeling. Moving a lot slower, and watching my footing around the patch of ice, I go back to work laying the pallet down. I turn to Melanie to see what is needed first. She is just standing there looking at me, frozen in thought it seems, until I ask, "What's next?" Snapping out of her thoughts, she looks at her clipboard. "Two cases of peas, four cases of corn and a case of artichoke hearts." As the day goes on, I am moving a lot slower than normal and it seems that Mel is trying to take it easy on me. But I know that if I stop for too long, I will stiffen up and will start moving like an old man. She keeps asking if I need a break, but I play the tough guy, saying I want to hurry up and get it done. After we finish packing the last order of the day and I get to the locker room; all I can think about is a shower. The water is hot and endless. I stand under the steamy jets for almost an hour, soaking up the heat until I start to prune up. As I leave the warehouse, I find Mel sitting in her car next to mine, waiting for me. "Hey, what are you still doing here?' "You took so long in there, I was wondering if you were ok." "Yeah, I wanted to soak up some hot water to help loosen up, because I know I will be hurting tomorrow." I look at her and think what the hell, "You want to go get something to eat? I'm buying." "You sure you want to go out in public with me? I wouldn't want you to fall where everyone will see you." "And let my fans miss out on a live performance?" "Don't you work at the mall tonight?" "Yeah, but I have a couple hours. I just have to swing by my apartment to get changed." "Want to follow me to that burger place on Main Street?" "Lead the way," I say as I jump behind the wheel of my car. I really enjoy spending time with Melanie, and our friendship really grew in my eyes. We talked about my childhood, and my mom. How hard things were at times and how I was planning on getting through school. She told me about her plans for school and how she hated taking classes but felt it important so she would suffer through it at her own pace. Mel told me how her dad partially owned the warehouse where we both worked, which was how she got her job there. She also told me how she didn't get along with her father, which is why she moved to this state to go to school. "Hold it, you moved here to go to school at a community college?" "Well, it sounds stupid when you put it like that, but yeah, I just had to get out of that house. I have family here so my parents felt they would keep an eye on me I guess." "Well, I am glad you guys didn't get along since it got you to move here." To my disappointment however, she didn't look at me, instead checking her watch. "You have to get going or you're going to be late. I will clean the trash up, you go ahead." I check and see it is already 5:30 and I still need to swing by the apartment to get changed. "Son of a... I got to go. I'll see you tomorrow." I grab the almost whole burger and cola, as I was too busy talking to eat and drink, and start for my car. "Don't drive crazy, better to be late than dead." I turn to wave goodbye to her when it happens again. Her smiling eyes lock onto my own, causing me to feel things for her that I could only hope she feels for me. I smile and wave after staring long enough to look like an idiot, and to confirm it, I turn to leave and walk straight into a garbage can. The cola went flying onto the window as I feel my pride taking another heavy blow. I turn to look back at her just in time to see her covering her mouth with both hands. Time to leave, I think bleakly. I turn away so I won't make eye contact again and head for the door. As I cross the parking lot I say to myself, "At least you didn't fall down Jason, I think we're getting better at this." ********* The next morning, as I am leaving the locker room I find Melanie arguing with our boss. I'm not sure what this is about but she seems really angry and is half screaming at him, while he is keeping a much more even tone. "It's out of my hands Melanie. We had complaints so he has been transferred to waste management." "Complaints? Who the fuck was it? Why don't you tell me that?" "Melanie, you need to calm down." The boss sees me walking up and says to me, "Hey Jason, you have been transferred. You're no longer going to be in the freezer, you're to report to waste management immediately." "Waste management, that's the shittiest job here. Why am I being moved again?" "Because they had fucking complaints! I'm not buying that shit Tom; I want to know what the hell is going on." "Melanie, I told you it's out of my hands, and it's a done deal." "So who do you have working with me now?" "Steve Komel, he is waiting for you in the freezer, I just talked to him and he is looking forward to working with you. Jason, they're waiting for you, you better get a move on." "Later Mel, see you around." As I walk away I can hear Mel still yelling but to no avail. I have no idea who would have complained, we work well together, I think. But someone must have felt the need to bitch, so off I go to collect spent packaging and rotting food that wasn't shipped in time. My new duties include pushing a big smelly bin around to empty trash cans, as well as pick up food that is spoiling or is just past the date. Then I have another, even bigger bin that doesn't smell, to collect cardboard boxes for the bailer. All the time I put in here working hard and they feel the need to downgrade me to a garbage man. Others I used to work with would laugh and mock me as I go by. But I need the money so I suck it up and try to be the best garbage man I can be. During lunch the first day in my new department, I sit down to eat when I hear a girl's voice. "Mind if I sit here?" "Hey Mel, so how are you and Steve working out?" "He is such a jerk; he has been chasing me around ever since I wore makeup to work." "Well that rules Steve out as the one you were trying to impress." "It had the effect I wanted, and some effects I didn't want, like with Steve." I immediately wonder if the effect she was hoping for was me falling down, but I shake it off and ask, "Aren't you going to get in trouble coming all the way back here to eat lunch?" "I probably will, but right now they have me so pissed off, I don't really care if I get in trouble. This is such bull shi..." "What are you doing here? You said you had to go to the bathroom?" Steve demands. "Steve, you need to leave me the fuck alone." "If you can't stay on the job because of this dick weed, then maybe he just might get canned," he says, referring to me. "Are you saying she can't talk to me without me getting fired?" "Your boy toy learns quickly, make sure you learn just as quickly, ok baby?" "I'm not your baby, nor will I ever be, so stop with the empty threats," she scoffs. "Lunch is over in ten minutes, get back to work on time or pretty boy gets the axe." "Fuck you!" she says as he walks away. "I do not understand what the hell is happening around here today." "I better go before I get you fired, I am really sorry about all this." "I can handle this job, it sucks but it could be worse. I just don't understand why everyone is suddenly acting like this." "I'll talk to you later Jason." "Bye Melanie." About an hour after lunch, my new boss Chris comes up to me and tells me I will be only working in produce, which is by far the lowest job in the place. All I will be doing is going around the area emptying scrap boxes holding dead or dying leaves from lettuce and other leafy vegetables, and the randomly squashed tomato. But this isn't the bad part, what really sucks is the bin I'll have to toss all this crap into. To say it smells bad is an understatement. It is downright vile and I can feel the smell seeping into my pores. It gets to where I can taste it. It's hard to work all day, trying to not open my mouth at all, while not breathing through my nose either. After I make my rounds through the department, I tell the guys I am going on a break. I head for the locker room to clean out my locker, since I won't need all those warm clothes, and now I work on the far side of the building. As I am leaving the locker room with a garbage bag full of winter clothes, I see Mel walking towards me. This lifts my spirits to see her smile when she sees me. I open my trash bag to find a shirt I want to give to her as she asks, "What are you doing over here?" "Just cleaning out my locker, I have a feeling I wont be needing it any time soon. I was hoping to see you, because I wanted to give you this." I hold up a flannel shirt I think she might like. "I always liked this shirt on you. Are you sure you want to give it away?" "Well, I like it too, but I would rather see it on you than on me." "Hold this for me." Melanie hands me her coat, while her arms slowly slides into the shirt, trying to keep all her layers from bunching up. After she has it on she takes both hands and runs them around her neck to pull her hair out of the collar. I don't know what it is about long hair flipping like that, but my heart skips a beat. She starts to button it when she pulls it to her nose and says, "It smells like you." Feeling stupid for giving it to her I say, "Oh, sorry, I guess I should have washed..." "Jason! What the hell are you doing away from your area?" Chris barks. "I took a break and came to empty out my locker. I was caught up and told the guys that I would be right back." "That's the last straw; you are not going to just wander around anytime you damn well please. You can find someplace else to work that lets you ignore the rules." "Are you firing me?" "What?" Melanie demands. Chris grabs his radio and calls for security and the plant manager. Both immediately walk out of the offices by the locker rooms and come up to us. After the plant manager, Chris and the guard talks for a bit, Chris says, "Please escort him off the premises." The security guard reaches for my arm and says, "Let's go buddy." I stand there with my mouth hanging open as I slowly turn to Melanie. Her eyes start to tear up as she looks into mine. I hand her coat back to her as I start to walk away. Mel shocks me when she jumps at me and wraps her arms around my neck in a tight hug. Her warm cheek against mine, brown curly hair tickling my nose, I hug back. Feeling her small frame against me is a feeling I long for but not under these circumstances. I hear her mumble something but I can't tell what she is saying. So as we part I kiss her cheek and say, "It will be ok." Then I look her in the eyes and sadly say, "Bye Melanie." Our hug ends and I walk away. After being escorted to my car, I find myself driving around town, unsure what to do next. I know I need to find another job that pays pretty good, but don't know where to start looking. It took me over two weeks to find the second job that I have. So I'm not expecting to find anything very soon. I eventually go home and take a shower and change clothes. After buying a newspaper, I sit in my car, looking through the Help Wanted section. I drive around and apply for everything I think I am capable of doing. I am shocked when I find a job the same day at a car wash, drying cars as they come off the line. It isn't going to pay the bills coming in the fall but it is better than nothing. They even ask me to start the next morning. Towel in each hand, I am a drying machine. As I'm standing on the passenger side of the car, some guy named Tim is on the other side. We start at the front bumper and do the two handed buff down the sides and over the top to the back, then watch them drive off to start over again on the next one. Around noon, I am drying what seems like car five thousand four hundred and eighty. As I sweep over the windshield, my eyes focus on the driver who is staring at me. It is my ex-boss Chris. He starts laughing and pointing at me. I try to ignore him and just keep drying. Tim sees him and asks me over the car's roof, "What is this guy's problem?" "He fired me yesterday from that food warehouse over on Elm street." "What a dick," he says. The next thing I see is Tim slapping the driver's window and yelling, "You're a fucking dick!" Seems Chris isn't expecting this and hits the gas, spinning his tires all the way out of the car wash. The whole time Tim has both middle fingers up, chasing the car out onto the road. He walks back in and picks up two new towels as we start drying the next car. As we work he says to me, "You shouldn't take shit from assholes like that." "Yeah I know, but it's my first day, and I really need this job." "Well I don't, so if you need me to go after anyone else, just let me know," Tim laughs. "Who knows, I may need to take you up on that." The rest of the afternoon goes by with no more assholes coming through. Overall Tim and I get along pretty good. We joke around a lot and he is always flirting embarrassingly at all the girls who come through. All I can think about is Melanie. I don't tell Tim about how I lost the last job and thankfully he doesn't ask. The day passes quickly and it is almost quitting time. We start drying the next car when, as I run my towel up over the hood, I see who is sitting in the passenger seat. It's Melanie. We make eye contact and I freeze. She looks at me then over at the driver then back at me with a look of horror on her face. I look at the driver to see a smug look on Steve's face, while his middle finger comes into view. I look back at Mel to see her covering her face with her hands. I can't move. I can't breathe. I just stand there and watch them drive by me. I have never felt so hollow and empty as I do now. As they stop at the edge of the road, waiting for traffic to clear, Steve rolls down his window and tosses something out on the ground. Then they drive out onto the road and out of sight. It's my flannel shirt. As soon as I see it I know what it is. I run down to the road and pick it up. While looking at them driving away I see Mel slapping him. I walk back inside and toss my shirt next to the pile of towels as I grab two fresh ones and start drying very aggressively, trying to burn off the anger that's boiling up inside of me. Heaven help me if Chris comes through right now, I think to myself, because I don't trust myself to not do something reckless. Tim notices my mood change and asks, "Hey bud, you ok?" "Do I seem ok?" "Enough said, let's try not to break anything we don't want broke, ok?" After work I grab my flannel shirt and head home. Once I get cleaned up I call Rick. He's one of my closest friends, and after I tell him what had happened, he tells me to get my butt over there because he's invited some people over. "I don't know if I want to be at a party tonight." "I know what you need and it isn't staying at home alone. So get your butt over here or am I going to have to come get you?" "Ok, I'll come over. When is everyone getting there?" "Some are pulling up now, so hurry up." As I walk up to his house, I can hear music playing and see dancing through the front window. I let myself in and wander through the house. There aren't nearly as many people as it looked from the front walk, only about eight girls and two other guys besides me and Rick. My first stop is the refrigerator to grab a beer. Then my quest for Rick starts. I see a girl who looks like a stripper, with tattoos and slutty clothes, come up from the basement. So I ask her, "Is Rick down there?" "He sure is babe," she says with a wink. Down the stairs I go. "Hey Rick," I say as I sit down across from the couch where he's sitting. He has a naked girl on each side of him; his arms around their waists, both girls smiling at me. "Ladies, this is Jason, be nice to him ok?" "Hi ladies, nice to meet you but I am only here to drink, heavily." "Suit yourself bro," Rick says as he pulls both girls on top of himself. "I need more beer for this." I hear his muffled voice underneath two pair of breasts saying, "In the cooler next to your chair." I look and notice the cooler, full of ice and beer. My God, he knows I am just going to sit here and drink. The first beer goes down like water, as do the second, third and fourth. I decide to start slowing down so I can stay awake for the show in front of me. The two naked girls are both blonde, have very similar figures, and fake boobs. As Rick suckles on one girl, the other begins trying to remove his clothes. When he notices his pants undone, he lifts his hips as the girls slide them down. The girl on the left offers him one of her nipples as she turns her head to look me in the eye. Rick sucks hungrily as his hands roam over both beauties. I watch as his fingers glide down Lefty's back, then over her round ass, letting his fingertips hook under her until I can see them playing with her shaved pussy. Her lips curl up into a devilish grin as she makes soft moaning noises, grinding on his hand. The other girl, Righty, kisses down Rick's neck to suck on his nipple. Her hand is pulling on his hard cock, while his hand roughly fondles her breasts. As she kisses down his chest, she moves between his legs. From the movements of her head, she can only be doing one thing to my friend. Rick pulls away from Lefty's nipple to look down at Righty sucking hungrily, her head bobbing quickly. He runs his fingers through her hair, then grabs tightly and bucks his hips, forcing his cock deeper into her delicate mouth. She's a professional and doesn't miss a beat. I notice my beer is empty once again. So I set the can down and turn in my recliner to grab another beer out of the cooler when I suddenly notice a dark haired girl standing next to my chair. She's a beautiful, tanned, sexy temptress. Her eyes look black in the dim light, while her smile lights up the room. She hands me a beer. As I take it I notice her dress. It's made of a shiny dark blue material, and barely clears her crotch. The neckline is cut so low I can see her bellybutton. She pulls my hand off the side of the chair's arm and sits down. Pinning my arm behind her as she leans back, her legs cross, pushing them up against my own. As she stares into my eyes I notice my hand resting on her ass. My mind starts feeling conflicted over the events before me. Part of me wants to go find Melanie, while the other parts want to ravage the ass that my hand's touching. I turn back to see Ricks blowjob is still going strong. Lefty's watching me and as my eyes meet hers, she smiles, and then waves at the girl sitting with me. She waves back as she let her hand drop into my lap and starts to rub my cock through my jeans. I push her hand away with my beer as she looks down with a look of confusion on her face. I say, "I'm only here to drink." Lefty says a quiet "Oh..." causing me and armchair girl to move our attention back to Rick and his two vixens. Then she pulls her nipple out of Rick's mouth. She stands on the couch, moving to straddle him, a reverse cowgirl. Her ass sliding down his chest, his hands on her hips, slowly lowering her. Righty let's his cock pop out of her mouth, stroking it, while fondling his balls, as Lefty aims herself.