I hate my job. Why you may ask? I can tell you using only two words: pizza boy. Ah, no you see. Driving a crappy company car, running in and out, greeting strangers at your door who treat you like an intruder, lousy tips, what about that sounds like a bad job to you? Though it wasn't totally terrible. There was one thing I did like about it: Aleisha.
She was the cashier and quite frankly waaay too hot for this job. Just under six foot her skin was bronzed to a golden shine that drew everyone's eye. Her hang was long and wavy, dark and luscious, cascading over her shoulders. Her legs were long and meaty, her ass full and juicy and her breasts (DD if I had to guess, and I did a lot) large, bouncy and dominating. She filled out her uniform almost breaking it. Needless to say we got a lot of in store orders when she worked.
Going by the laws of the universe as ascribed by generations of television writers a woman like this shouldn't even know I exist let alone want anything to do with me. Aleisha wasn't like that, however. She went out of her way to talk to me, to ask about my day, to see how I was doing. Above all she went out of her way to flirt with me. I still remember my first day on the job. I was on break in a small kitchenette in the back when she came in to start her shift.
"Well aren't you the cutest thing I've ever seen."
I had to look around and make sure she was talking to me.
"A girl like me could just eat you right up. I might just to have to take you home with me tonight."
The bright red flush of my face just seemed to encourage her. She'd pinch my ass, find any reason to touch me or stand right up against me. At Christmas she'd maneuver me under the mistletoe daily. On her birthday she insisted on me giving her a kiss. On mine she squished my face into her breasts. Despite all this she never asked me out nor I her. It was harmless fun that was all.
All the while Aleshia was attending business classes at the local college, a fact she was rightfully very proud of. One day while we were in the break room she asked me something that I didn't expect.
"I only have one semester of classes left."
"That's excellent."
"When I graduate I think I'm going to splurge a little, get myself something I've always wanted."
"Go on, you deserve it."
"Can I have you?"
"Excuse me?"
"When I graduate can I have you as my reward. Can I take you home and keep you all to myself? Never let you go?"
I was sure this was more of her flirting so joking I said. "Sure, why not?"
"You promise?"
"I promise."
She beamed at this and went back to work. I never gave it a second thought. Maybe I should have.
My life was falling apart. I had gotten into a big fight with my parents over how I was living my life. We hadn't spoken in over a month. I was having trouble making my rent payments and my landlord was evicting me at the end of the month. The pizza place was losing business to a national chain with online ordering coming into town. It was clear some of us were being let go. Turns out pizza boys aren't irreplaceable or indispensable. To make matters worse Aleshia had left to focus full time on school. God I missed being sexually harassed by her. Well there's a weird sentence, huh?
I sat at a table in the break room at closing time, pouting.
"Don't worry baby. I'm here to take all your problems away."
"Aleshia?"
"That's right."
I turned around and my mouth fell open. She stood in the doorway wearing nothing but a lacy black bra and nothing else. Save for a large chain belt that adorned her waist.
"Aleshia!"
"Oh I love it when you scream my name. I hope you do that when we make love too."
I walked over to her, utterly confused.
"Why aren't you wearing any clothes?"
"Because my sweet little pet, I want to show you just what you're getting."
"What are you talking about?"
"Have you forgotten your promise?"
It took me a moment to register what she was talking about.
"You were serious about that?"
"More than you'll ever know."
Before I could say another word she shoved my face into her cleavage. A cloth soaked with something sweet smelling met my nose. It was chloroform! Aleshia was chloroforming me! Before I passed out she pulled me loose. She then took off her belt and opened up two of the front loops which I realized too late were cuffs. My hands were soon locked in front of me. It was then I saw the objects on the table next to her. One was a ziptie which she placed above my knees, hobbling me.
"Hey," I said weakly.
She then picked up a black leather panel gag. She placed into my mouth and locked it into place. She then grabbed the belt hanging from my wrist and led me out of the room. We passed by the cashier who was locking up. I screamed for help.
"God you're lucky," he told me, "I would give anything for Aleshia to have kidnapped me."
I grunted in frustration as I was drug out the front door. We made our way out to her car. The trunk was open. She forced me inside yanking off my socks and shoes, tossing them away. I grunted at her.
"Shh. you need a little rest before we get home."
She forced my face into her breasts again. This time she held me until the chloroform did it's job.
I awoke as a strong light hit me in the eyes. As I was finally able to focus clearly again I realized my field of vision had been taken up by a giant pair of boobs. My initial instinct was to thrust my head in and start motor boating. Then I remembered what those breasts did to me and tried to squirm away.
"Oh don't be such a baby," Aleshia chided me, "I've put the chloroform away. I don't need it any more. I've already got you."
She had me there. I allowed her to help me out of the trunk. Taking in my surroundings I realized we were in her garage. She took me by my leash and led me into the house, stopping in the living room. She grabbed a large pair of scissors off a nearby table. What the hell was she going to do with those? Turns out she was going to cut my clothes off me! She tossed aside my shredded clothing leaving me totally exposed.
