It's late one Friday afternoon, after another busy day at the ice cream shop. Only one employee was working, along with the manager, Mr. Harding. Although he is a bit dorky, his position of power gives him the confidence he needs to command his staff. Lauren, a blonde, not-entirely-bright girl and the only other person working that day, has been giving out too many scoops of ice cream for Mr. Harding's liking. "Lauren, you've been doing it again!" he shouts.
"What have I done?" she asks. "I'm just following the pictures but it gets so confusing!"
"Lauren, I've shown you this so many times already," says an exasperated Mr. Harding. "Do I need to show you one more time?"
"I'm so sorry, sir. Please do! Maybe this time I'll understand." Fortunately it's closing time, so Mr. Harding locks up and heads back behind the counter.
"Okay, Come in close so you can see properly now." Lauren walks up next to him, as close as she can, gently pressing herself against his side. "Okay, sir. Please show me how it's done. Maybe this time I'll get it."
"W ...www ...eeell ... you need to make sure you hold the cone firmly first ..." Mr. Harding stammers. He's started to shake and something seems to have grown bigger in his pants. "Like this?" she asks, as she wraps her fingers around his, smiling sweetly. "Ooh yyy... essss ... like that," he blurts out. He can feel Lauren's breath on his neck and her breasts pressing up against him. His cock is fully erect beneath his uniform.
"Now the ice cream? This part always confuses me so much!" She seems to take no notice of Mr. Harding's nervousness or erection.
"Well ... ya ...you ... need to make sure your scooper is nice and wet before it can go in ... to the ice cream," he stammers.
"Oh! Like this?" She reaches across him to wet the scoop, gently brushing against his bulge. She giggles slightly, but doesn't otherwise acknowledge her superior's arousal.
"Yes, just like that Lauren ....scoop it down into the cream ... I mean ice cream ... nice and slow and deep for me." She leans over into the cooler to reach the bottom of the nearly empty container. Her smooth ass touches Mr. Harding's crotch, and she giggles quietly again. As she stands back up, the outline of her stiff nipples can be seen through the thin fabric of her uniform. "Ooh that was good, Lauren, very good," purrs Mr. Harding. He presses in just a little bit closer and starts to slowly rub his pants against her hips.
"Now what, sir?" She smiles playfully and there's a hint of something in her eyes, but she ignores her boss's advances. Mr. Harding glances down at her deep cleavage.
"Mmmm ... I think I might need to do a full uniform inspection too, Lauren, just to make sure you are meeting company regulations. If that's okay with you, of course."
"Of course, sir. But what do I do with this ice cream?" she asks.
"Oh you can just lick it .... I mean eat it... if you like," he stammers.
Mr. Harding moves around to the back of Lauren and states, "Hmmm, it looks a bit tight on you, actually. Does it feel comfortable?"
"It has been feeling a bit tight lately, but I like it like that," she says between licks of her ice cream. "Is it against regulation?"
"Well n n n nooo ... it isn't ... but I'm sure it can't be good for you having it so tight against you," says Mr. Harding as he reaches around from behind and clumsily clasps Lauren's breasts. "I mean does this feel too tight to you?" he asks, pressing his rock hard cock into her firm ass.
"Maybe a little, sir, but what can I do about it?" The ice cream has begun to melt and is starting to drip onto her fingers, and a little on her chest.
"Well ... I think it might be best if you let me help you take it off ... just for your own safety of course." Suddenly, her ice cream falls off of the cone into her cleavage.
