Kara was really relieved to finally be working. She could walk to the flower shop so she didn't have to worry about trying to buy a car right now. All she wanted to do was save some money and get on her feet. The air was a warm and inviting blend of roses, jasmine, eucalyptus, and lavender. As she made her way into the back of the shop she called out to Mr. Wade, "Good morning. I'm here." He greeted her with a brief warm smile and extended his hand.
"Hey Kara. Thanks for coming in early. Here's some paperwork for you to fill out. Adrianne will be here in a few minutes and she'll start training you and getting you familiar with the day to day routine." He sat the papers on the front counter and looked me over before turning and heading towards the back of the shop. Was I to follow? His movements were quick, his expression professional, his hazel eyes stern and intriguing. "Come with me, you can fill those out in a minute." He never turned to see if I was coming behind him, but I put a little pep in my step and scurried after him. "You can leave your belongings here." He pointed to a small closet with a hanging rod and a few low shelves with cubbies. "Don't be late, always be polite to customers, and stay off your cell phone. There's a fridge and microwave here if you want to bring your lunch. Any questions for me?" He handed me an apron. His tone sounded almost like he only asked to be polite but he was ready to get busy with something else.
"No, I think I'm good for now-" He almost didn't let me get it all out before he turned and stated he'd be in his office. Wow, where was the nice guy that Adrianne had described to me when she told me about the job? I shrugged and made my way back to the front counter to fill out the paperwork. A few minutes later, in bounces Adrianne looking energized and smiling.
"Hey girl! I'm so glad you're here! We are going to have so much fun. The last lady who worked here was so dry. She barely talked to me. I don't think she liked me for some reason. She was polite and all, but she always looked at me funny. But anyway, where's Mr. Wade- in the office?" Adrianne bounced on to the back of the store.
"Uh... Hi Adrianne" I said mostly to myself and Adrianne's back as she walked off happily. She was sweet, but very talkative. The lady that worked here before me probably couldn't get a word in even if she wanted to talk at all.
Me and Adrianne met in history class. She was always getting leaned on by the instructor Mr. McCormick for talking too much. Surprise, surprise. She had told me she had a little crush on Mr. McCormick and had secretly hoped he would make her stay after class. She had a fantasy that he would 'reprimand' her by giving her a good talking to, no a good scolding she had said. He would have her sit down at the seat in the front row of the classroom right in front of his big oak desk. She would be right at eye level to check out the bulge in his pants. Mr. McCormick was kind of handsome I guess. He was a ginger with a neatly trimmed hipster style beard and skin as pale and smooth as a porcelain doll. His fitted khakis stretched against his muscular thighs and he always wore a smart button down shirt with the sleeves rolled up- revealing his strong forearms that were covered in light colored hair that looked like a fuzzy peach. Hmm, now that I think about it he was a good looking white dude- I wasn't usually interested in them. Or maybe I just never paid close attention because none of them seemed interested in me.
Mr. McCormick would tell her she would never learn anything if she was so busy talking she couldn't pay attention. All the while she would be thinking 'no, I can't learn in YOUR class because I'm too busy imagining you burying that bright orange beard between my legs and bringing me to ecstacy!' And he would notice that she was not even paying attention and lean back against the front of his desk, exasperated. Meanwhile this would only make her more distracted because those tight khakis would be straining against his muscular legs and she could really get a good view now of the imprint of his pleasantly pale (she imagined) penis. The fantasy Mr. McCormick would let out an angry huff and grab her up from her chair, swing her around and press her into his desk with a predatory, lustful glare. 'Dammit, Adrianne! If you can't seem to focus on what I'm saying, I'll make you focus on something else.' Before she could protest or resist (which of course she wouldn't) he'd grab her hand and force her to feel his growing erection. She would gasp in shock and then whimper as she melted into his authority. 'Do I have your attention now, young lady?' Her reply would sound meek and innocent, 'Ye- yes Mr. McCormick. I'm really sorry. I promise to pay attention to you from now on. Just please don't force me to do anything with you' (Read: Oh my gosh, I'm so hot for you- please force me!) Then he would thrust his tongue into her wanting mouth and kiss her roughly. She'd whimper again in feigned resistance, but her body would easily submit to him. The kiss would soften slightly and his hand would leave hers- the one he was forcing her to cup his erection- only to find its way into her thick curly hair. To his delight, her hand would not abandon the post, but linger there willingly and even caress his length through his pants. He'd moan a low throaty approval and thrust his hips forward. Adrianne would snake her arm around him and boldly grab his ass. 'Mr. McCormick, I want you to taste me.' With eagerness, he would grab both of her thighs, lifting her onto his desk in one quick motion and promptly begin to slide her skirt up. Of course, she was wearing a skirt. HIs lily white hands would slide up her caramel colored thighs ever so slowly. His eyes would appreciate the contrast of their skin tones. His fingers would find her center was wet with arousal and a knowing grin would spread across his handsome face. 'Wow, you really are a naughty girl, aren't you?' He would descend slowly between her legs while pushing her back into the desk. But she would refuse to just lie back and miss the view of his ginger beard filling the space at the meeting of her thighs. No, she would lean back on her elbows and take in the entire scene that she had no doubt played over and over again in her mind. Mr. McCormick's wicked hot tongue would come out like a lizard's and gently brush her aching pussy. She'd suck in a gasp and look on excitedly. He would continue his deliberately slow pace until he felt her body swaying with each stroke of his clever tongue. She'd circle her hips to an inaudible rhythmic song. She'd grab a fist full of his hair which she'd note was unexpectedly course. At that he would groan into her core, which would vibrate against her skin and send her into a blissful, drawn out orgasm. Her head would fall back and her legs would quiver as they encircled his broad shoulders. After collapsing onto the hard desk, she would stare up at the fluorescent light fixtures and remember suddenly- but not care that she was in a classroom. In fact, that was what made the fantasy so sweet. It was the inappropriateness of it all that made the whole scenario so freaking hot. The possibility of another student or teacher walking in the room was part of the excitement. Mr. McCormick would stand up and lean over her and plant another passionate kiss on her neck, and then on her parted lips. 'Come on my naughty little student, you'd better get dressed.'
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"You ready to get started?" Adrianne came back up to the counter and snapped me out of my dazed recollection of the vivid sexual fantasy she had shared with me. I jumped up from my seat feeling like she had just barged into my bedroom during a masturbation session.
