Chapter Three: D-Day
Andrea's continued attraction to Mike was beginning to worry her. Looking at him, and thinking of him, she still hated him. He remained arrogant and cocky, and she hated the way he grinned at her or stared at her. She hated his swagger and the way he leaned against the counter instead of standing up straight while working. Mike was the kind of man who demanded respect from the world but did little or nothing to earn it. In so many ways, they were fundamentally at odds with each other, and yet she was powerless to resist him when she came face-to-head with his cock.
She rubbed herself in the morning, finding her clit and teasing it as the shower went cold. And cold showers never helped. The soap did little to wash away the scent of his semen, and the smell was lingering in her office and in her car anyway. She showered the night before, and she showered again in the morning. The night before had been a vain attempt to be clean of him; the morning was pleasure.
Each shower seemed to fill her with lust. When she came home to rinse off, the steam of the shower began to smell like his semen as she came clean. It filled her nostril and fogged her head. Bryan, her boyfriend, seemed far less a man after the shower and, comparing him to Mike, she saw that he was only older, skinnier, and disappointing. He was taller than Mike, but that failed to make him manlier, Andrea had thought, because he lacked masculinity where it mattered most, and she had glanced at his crotch while smelling Mike in her hair.
The smell of Mike was thick in her car on the way to work. Ever since Mike had fucked her tits two days before it had been there, and she had been stuck in a state of constant arousal since. In all honesty, she had been horny since Mike came back to work, even before she saw his dick. From the moment she met him, she felt an animal attraction between them. That, she thought, might be the real reason she hated him so much, because she was enamored with him from the moment she saw him.
The morning passed slowly. Yesterday, Andrea had successfully avoided Mike until she went home, or he had avoided her as she asked. This morning, she found herself distracted by reviewing surveillance footage and staring at him as she did. She felt horny and lonely, and her pussy was needy staring at him in black and white.
Andrea worked the morning with Nerissa, a petite black girl with a tight body who liked to show off wearing non-regulation clothing. Often, she wore yoga pants to work, and all of the male customers stared. Normally, Andrea would find this frustrating for business reasons. Since Mike arrived, however, she looked enviously at Nerissa and at the attention she got from Mike. Without realizing at the time, it was because she wanted Mike to stare at her. This realization did not help to improve her mood, however.
Mike arrived around noon for his shift, and Andrea could see that she finally had the attention she wanted. Mike wasted no time on Nerissa or her pants. His gaze was fixed on Andrea, and Andrea stared back, eying his crotch and making note of the way he filled his pants. He was half-erect, she guessed, and he only swelled fatter as he gazed with longing on her breasts. Andrea found herself pushing her chest out without thinking, enjoying his scrutiny.
To avoid Mike, Andrea returned to the work in her office. The room reeked of him, though, and she couldn't last long in there. She left the office and went to the back to check the temperatures in the coolers and the various equipment. On her way back, she found Mike waiting. She glared as she passed him, her large breasts brushing his muscular arms due to the narrow hallway.
She stopped at the ice machine and checked the thermometer, and she took note of the temperature afterward. "Shouldn't you be preparing your register?"
Mike chuckled, and Andrea could see out of the corner of her eye how tight his shirt was on his muscular body. His arms seemed ready to burst through the fabric, and it came as no surprise to Andrea that he would be the type of person to wear too-small shirts to show off his muscles. What frustrated her most was how well it worked. She couldn't stop staring.
"I already did my register," Mike said, wearing a cocky grin as he crossed his lean arms over his chiseled chest.
Andrea frowned. "Then, shouldn't you be running it so that Nerissa can do the cooler?"
"I told her that I would do the cooler."
Looking at him directly, Andrea glared at him. He had been staring at her ass the entire time they spoke, and though it aroused her, it also upset her. Yesterday, he had seemed worried over his job, but today found him brave. She stuck out her ass as she went back to her work, but she tried to keep a growl in her voice as she spoke. "Then do the cooler!"
"No," Mike said, and he approached her from behind.
A thrill of arousal jumped through Andrea as she felt Mike's presence behind her. She was bent over grabbing something when he stopped just inches from her. "Excuse me," she said, her voice barely above a whisper.
"I said no," Mike repeated, and he punctuated the statement with a swat to her ass. "I'm more interested in this phat ass of yours."
