My Boss

Last year in the fall, as I was 18, with much parental influence, I decided to search for my first “real” job. I refused to work fast food, because well, it’s fast food. So I decided to start searching at places I would actually LIKE to work at. I was walking through the mall with a couple of friends and remembered that there was a video game store there that I had shopped at before. I stopped in to get an application, somewhat hoping to check out the scene to see if there were any even semi-attractive guys there. (Since my boyfriend and I had just broken up I was looking for some rebound-action.) Unfortunately there weren’t many for the picking so I thanked the guy at the counter who looked like he was 12, grabbed my application, and left. I returned around a week later to turn in my application wearing very conservative clothes, which was DEFINITELY out of the norm for me considering 98% of my shirts show off my chest to some degree. I walked into the nearly-empty store to see an attractive guy bent over behind the counter filling out some paperwork. I coughed and said excuse me, and to this he snapped, “I will be with you in a minute.” I was kind of taken aback by this and was about to just walk out of the store (I have a bit of a short temper), when he looked up and my jaw dropped slightly. He wasn’t a tall guy, but not eerily short, and you could tell there was a toned body underneath almanbahis his button-up shirt. He had that “artsy” look with gauged ears and a trimmed goatee. He was definitely a looker and some dirty thoughts started racing across my mind just looking at him. After a couple seconds of fantasizing I came back to the real world and realized that he was staring at me with much of the same expression, but he also looked really confused. “I’m sorry… I thought you were…” “Lemme guess, a teenage boy, or a chain-smoking grandma?” I said. “Well, no…I just…” “Look it’s all right, I’ve always had a low voice, I’ve come to accept it. Anyways, I didn’t come here to confuse you. My name is Lindsay and I’m here to turn in this application.” After looking baffled for a couple seconds longer he took the application and looked it over. “You did childcare at a church? Hmmm…alright. Well lemme look at my calendar and……I have an opening for an interview on Friday if that’s alright?” he said. “Yah that’s fine, it’s a date…I mean…um…” I said, blushing. Laughing, he said, “It’s all right, I know what you mean. Even though you are one of the most feminine looking teenage boys I’ve ever seen, and that’s saying something!” After he got done talking he tried to secretly give me a glance over but I knew he really wanted to gawk. I’m not cocky by any means but I know when a guy is interested. almanbahis yeni giriş I mean, I’m 5′ 4″, 130 lbs, 36 C, dark eyes and hair, good tan and not to mention I have a very round and in-shape ass and I keep myself up to a T. So I knew, even though I had on those conservative clothes, that I, or should I say my body, had piqued his interest. I walked into the store that Friday feeling confident. “Hello Lindsay.” “Hello again Zach.” He gawked again as he led me to the backroom to do our interview, which ended up with me having a job. After I thanked him and I started to walk away I could feel his, and the other two workers’, eyes on me. I couldn’t help but smirk knowing that the most action they got was probably from looking at an old Victoria’s Secret catalogue in their bathroom. The few times I worked with Zach those next couple weeks, the greater my attraction to him grew. We would always flirt and joke around but the whole “boss/associate” boundary kind of put a damper on things. It still didn’t keep me from slyly teasing him whenever I had the chance. Some days I would wear my favorite black and red lace up thong and my very low rise khakis to work. On these days I’d make sure to “accidentally” drop a game on the ground next to him and bend over while slightly scooting my ass towards him while my thong hung out above my pants. I knew this drove him crazy because almanbahis giriş after I’d stand up and ask him what he was looking at, his voice would be all quiet and shaky. One evening, I arrived at the “late” shift (even though the store closed at 9), and found no one in the front of the store. This surprised me because it was company policy to always have some one up front. I glanced at the schedule and it said that I was closing with Zach that night. I clocked-in and went to knock on the door to the back room since it was always locked and associates didn’t get keys. I heard, “Hang on a sec,” and then Zach opened the door. From what I could see of it, his body was glistening with sweat. His shirt was unbottoned a few buttons more than normal and his sleeves were rolled up. When I saw him like this I smirked and said, “Now, Zach. I know you’re the boss but I thought I said to please do your strip-tease practices outside of the store.” He laughed and simply said, “You know you like it. I’ve been moving a bunch of boxes for inventory, which, by the way, I meant to tell you you’ll need to stay at least an hour late to help me with it.” I groaned in complaint when really even just the thought of being anywhere with him “after hours” made me get a tingle between my legs. We went about our work until it was closing time. I locked the doors and Zach came out from his office and started to scan things for inventory. I had to check over numbers on the computer as he scanned all the games and I was quickly getting bored. Finally, I heard him say, “Let’s take a break, I’m dying of boredom.” We went into the backroom and started talking.