In just 3 days, my girlfriend would be celebrating the grand opening of her new location for her salon and boutique. What started in a small store front had gradually grown into a thriving small business. The swanky suburb of Nashville was thrilled to host a locally sourced clothing retailer that also cut hair and did the works.
But don't be fooled... we were not rolling in the dough. As a licensed electrcian, I made decent money, but Julienne was depleting every ounce of her savings and expecting me to do more with the promise that one day, we would be set. And of course, this meant I was free labor for the store.
"Ryan, its an emergency! The new lights for the dressing rooms just arrived and they have to be installed by tomorrow morning for the chamber of commerce tour. You have to get them in!"
"Jules, Ive been at work since 6:30 though. I just want to come home."
"No. You have to do this. Its the last thing I'll ask."
"Ok, Jules. I don't know what time I'll get home. Don't wait up."
"Thank you, thank you, thank you! Ariana, my online store intern, will be there. I'll make sure she let's you in"
Outrageous. After a 12 hour day, I have to go do more work. I'm already greasy and covered with grime. As the youngest and newest electrician at our company, I often get the dirtiest jobs. If Jules saw the mess I was going to track in, she might have second thoughts.
Around 7:45 I pull up to the back entrance with my truck. Before I can knock, the door is cracked open, so I head on inside. I'm grreted by Cynthia as soon as I walk in.
"Thanks Ryan for doing this. We are so close to grand opening!"
"Eh, its nothing. But I want a vacation soon."
"Well, don't tell Julienne, and I'll take you downtown" she said with a wink and a lick of the lips.
Cynthia was Jules' partner and managed the salon. She was always flirty with me and constany made references to us sneaking away for her to suck my cock. I bet Cynthia sucks cock really well, but I never took the opportunity to find out.
"Ok, Cynthia. But only if I get to return the favor."
"In my dreams..." She said whole blushing. "But I do have to go now. Ariana left to grab some dinner but she'll be back soon."
As we parted ways, I headed back to the dressing rooms to install the lights. The job would ve very easy with the overall industrial feel if I wasn't so tired.
I quickly installed the first 3 out of 5 lights when I heard the door. must be the intern. A few minutes later when I'm up on the ladder, I here a startling "Hi there!" from behind me and i dropped my screwdriver behind an outlet.
When I turn around, I saw Ariana standing there. While i wasn't so attracted to Cynthia, Ariana was a totally different story. Red hair that would have probably gone to mid back were it not for the natural curl and bounce. Instead it floated around her shoulders, perfectly framing her face. Her face had gentle yet distinct features that were round in shape, yet not chubby. Her lips were plump and her eyes were green, large, and perfect circles. She wore black rimmed glasses that brought together all of her features. She was the essence of cuteness that oozed sexy.
Her body captured my eyes as well. She was wearing tight green capris and a black sleeveless blouse. The blouse clung loosely and carelessly to her breasts that didn't seem particularly large or perky, but matched her mid height, mid weight build as if crafted by a master artist. But the truly spectacular feature of Ariana was her ass. Some might call it a "bubble butt" because of how big this thing was. But this doesn't adequately describe the roundness, thickness, and wideness of what this girl was working with.
"I'm so sorry. Did I startle you?"
When I finally snap out of my daydream of worshipping the most perfect ass I've ever seen, I finally respond. "Oh, yeah, its fine though. I'm just installing a few lights then I'll get out of your way."
"You aren't bothering me. But it sounded like you dropped something."
"Yeah, I just dropped my screw driver. I can grab it I think."
"I feel so bad... is there anything I can do?"
At that moment as I was fishing out the screw driver, my fingers got caught in a piece of metal that was protruding out, and I sliced my index finger.
"Shit! I cut my finger!"
"Oh my God! Are you ok?"
Pulling my hand out with the screwdriver, we could see that my hand had a pretty bad cut, and I was pretty much covered in blood.