Shane and I had been working the eleven to seven shift at Samville Home Furnishings for almost six months. It was one of those places where a leather chair would run you three hundred bucks and a dining set might bankrupt your average "Working Joe". White pillars held up a steel awning over the front entrance, seemingly inviting only those who had a large enough bill fold to enter the modern concrete building. The doors were glass trimmed with steel that showed the main area of the place to anyone with a mind to buy the "Good Stuff".
I shoved the passenger door open and stepped out of my roommate's old Nissan, grunting as I stretched in the midday sunlight. I looked to the other side and saw Shane grinning at the structure that held our place of employment.
"Do you think my car helps the image of the place?" he asked as he began his own stretching ritual, one arm raised toward the sky.
"Man, this car is art. Abstract art, but still art," I replied, my own smile surfacing.
Like the gentleman he was, Shane simply gave me the finger and walked toward the back entrance of the place. He was wearing faded blue jeans and a long sleeved tee shirt that showed off his chest. I looked down at my own outfit, jeans and a white tee shirt, and decided that simple was sometimes just as good as anything else. I followed Shane to the doorway.
I could hear the sales people laughing about something as we entered the place. There was always time to chatter and joke around when business was slow. Without people there to sell to, they had nothing to do other than talk or find things for us to do. We were the blue collars in that place, so when there was something to move or fix, that was on us.
I saw everyone standing around an empty area that we'd been instructed to clear out the day before. Cindy, our manager, was pointing at the space and talking to the others about a new armoire that we'd be placing there in the next few minutes.
Cindy was the quintessential "Hot Boss". She was short and a bit thick around the hips and midsection, but not fat in any way. Her breasts were enormous and she made sure that they were the star attraction of every outfit she wore. Cleavage was an understatement when applied to this woman. Long feathered brown hair dangled nearly to her ass, which was another of her fantastic traits. I'd fantasized quite a few times about the way that ass would look as I fucked her doggy style.
Her face was cute and she was always smiling. Shane had once observed that someone had probably slapped her on the back as a kid while she was smiling and her face was stuck like that forever. I didn't mind it, though. She had a fantastic smile.
Today she was wearing a brown skirt that stopped at mid thigh, giving us a delicious view of her stocking clad legs. Her shirt was one of those wrap around deals with long sleeves and not much more. That shirt was tight to the point that a bra couldn't be worn with it. It was going to be a frustrating day.
"Good morning, boys," Tina, the secretary, said from her desk, pulling her long red hair up into a bun.
"Good morning, Tina. Did you miss me?" Shane asked beaming at her.
"You have no idea how much. Cindy wants you guys for something."
"Yeah, that piece from Africa came in last night. Wayne's going to move it out for her," my friend said.
He patted me on the shoulder as if he just knew that I'd be the one to dolly the monstrosity from the warehouse. He was right, of course, because I was the stronger of the two of us and the armoire was easily a six hundred pound piece of furniture. As I said, before, it was going to be a long day.
"Is it big?" Tina asked, leaning back in her office chair.
I grinned as I watched her blouse open just a little bit as she did this. Her fair skin showed through the gap in the white material. Cindy wasn't the only one not wearing a bra that day.
"Oh, it's big," I said with a grin as I planted my hands on the desk right in front of her.
"That's what they all say," she retorted with a grin of her own, "You'll have to prove that some time."
Have you ever had an urge to jump over a desk? I did just then. Tina and I had been flirting for the last six months, though we'd not acted on anything as of yet. I didn't know how much longer this would go on, but my patience was wearing thin.
The place had great acoustics. Our footsteps echoed in the near silence as we walked over to Cindy and the other sales people. I couldn't help but stare at our sexy manager during the short trip. She'd caught me staring many times before, so I wasn't really worried about being subtle about it. Shane had adopted the same philosophy about the situation and I believe that Cindy enjoyed the attention that we gave her.
I watched as she turned toward us, her breasts coming into view. Her nipples showed through the top in an almost obscene way and I was instantly aroused by the sight of those beautiful orbs on display. Shane and I looked at each other for an instant and then back at Cindy, whose glare was one of knowing. A patronizing smile found its way to her lips which only served to turn us on more.
"Close your mouths, boys. We've got work to do," she said, hoping to embarrass us.
"We can't help it. How many guys are lucky enough to have a hot boss who shows it off?" Shane shot back with the confidence possessed only by twenty year old men who get laid almost constantly.
She shook her head at him and smiled. I could have sworn her eyes landed on our crotches for a moment. Damn.
"Wayne, you should probably do the transfer on that armoire. Shane, you need to make a path as he comes. I don't think the walkways are wide enough for it," Cindy stated.
Her right hand rested on her chest, her fingers moving just the smallest bit against the soft skin at the edge of her shirt. I wondered if I'd be able to do anything that morning without stepping on my own feet. The woman was beginning to fluster me.
