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Abby

Today is the big day. I’m ready and heading to the interview.

When I reach the store’s entrance, I introduce myself and mention that I have an appointment with Mrs. Moore.

The girl who opens the door instructs me to wait. After a few minutes, a rather young woman with short blond hair emerges from the store. She points to the bench in front of the shop and suggests that we sit.

“Good morning, Abigail. My name is Martha Moore. We talked on the phone. May I ask you a few questions?”

“Of course, please go ahead.”

“Why are you interested in working at the store?”

“Let me tell you this: I’m starting part-time studies this weekend. I won’t be able to afford them without a job. And since I’m interested in fashion, I thought I could start here.”

“Great, but do you have any experience?”

“Unfortunately, no, but I have an understanding of sizes, a sense of style, and taste.”

“And when could you start?”

“Actually, I’m available immediately.”

“Could you start today? We’ll sign a short-term contract, and from next month, we could swap it for a permanent employment contract if you prove yourself.”

“I understand. What rates are we talking about?”

“Starting with twelve hundred, then more.”

“Well, I can stay, I just need to make a call that I’ll be back late.”

“Okay, great. Please make the call and come inside.”

Not bad, it went quite smoothly. I call Ve.

“What’s up?”

“I got the job, Ve!” I squeal in delight. “They want me to start today, so I don’t know when I’ll be back. Keep that in mind and remember to take Lola for a walk.”

“Sure, great, congratulations! See you at home.”

I put away the phone and enter the store. Martha waves, inviting me inside.

“You can leave your things here, Abby. This is Mandy, the store manager. She’ll show you around and provide training.”

“Hi, Mandy, I’m Abbs,” I introduce myself.

“Nice to meet you,” the manager replies. “I’ll show you how to check deliveries. Take a box; here’s a cutting knife. Make sure to cut along the tape to avoid damaging the clothes inside. Here, on the box, in the plastic, there’s a document. Based on that, you check the delivery. Each item has an EAN code inside. Check with the list to ensure the quantity matches, then scan it with this device.”

After a few minutes, I’m already wrestling with another box. I notice others glancing at me. They’ve probably been here longer. One of the guys walks over.

“Hi, I’m Larry, the assistant manager.”

He’s not tall. I think he might be around five feet seven. But he’s also very fit and sports a black mohawk.

“Hi, Larry, I’m Abbs.”

“And how do you like it here, Abbs?”

“Thank you for asking. It seems simple enough.”

“It is, although not for everyone. That’s why not everyone stays. Some people already have employment contracts, some are still in selection: only the best will survive.”

“Hmm, how extensive is the selection you’re talking about?” I ask, seeing there’s quite a crowd of employees around.

“Not that big. This is the team of two stores.” He smiles warmly.

“Are you staying?”

“Yes, I am. Show me what you’re made of.”

He goes to the back, and for a moment, I stare at the door behind which he disappeared.

Time flies incredibly fast. I don’t even notice, and it’s already night—eleven in the evening. Mandy announces that some people can go home, and some others have to stay for the night. I’m one of those going home. I say my goodbyes and run to the car.

When I get home, I find Ve sitting in front of the computer.

“How was it, Abby?”

“I really like it. I hope they’ll let me stay.”

“What did you do?”

“I’ll tell you in a moment.”

I fill the bathtub with water and step in. The warmth soothes my tired body. Ve sits on the toilet and listens to the story of my first day at my first real job.

“Which shift are you doing tomorrow?”

“I start at nine a.m.”

“And until when?”

“No clue, Ve. I’ll stay as long as they tell me. I have to prove myself.”

“Sure thing. I’m only asking because of Lola. And my own job. We need to coordinate.”

After the bath, I slip under the duvet. Ve has already warmed my spot. He pulls me towards him, and we lie spooning. He buries his nose in my hair, sending a familiar shiver down my spine. It always affects me like that.

“How tired are you?” he murmurs sexily in my ear, nibbling at its tip. I turn to face him.

“Not so much that you couldn’t fuck me.”

Hearing this, Ve throws off the duvet and skillfully removes my top. He takes my breasts in his hand and squeezes them rhythmically. Kneeling in front of me, he spreads my legs and dives between them. His tongue strokes my clit, circling around it. Fingers slide in and out at a steady pace, caressing my sensitive spot. This is exactly what I needed. Even the bath couldn’t relax me as much as the touch of my Ve. I love him so much.

“I missed this,” I whisper.

“You’re so ready, my angel.” He runs his nose between my labia, inhaling my smell. “You smell and taste so wonderful.”

His warm tongue slides across my pussy. I thrust with my hips, pacing him. I moan as my body jerks with the first tremor. I curl my toes and squeeze my thighs around his head as a powerful orgasm takes control of my entire body. I arch and collapse. Ve slides over me with his tongue once more, and I tremble under his touch. He gently pulls me by the legs, moving me to the edge of the bed. He pushes his hands under my buttocks, lifts me, and turns me around. I kneel with my back to him, elbows on the pillow, leaning forward. His hand travels between my thighs, reaching my slippery slit. He grabs me by the hips and pulls me towards him, impaling me onto his erect cock. I love this feeling, I love it when he fills me to the brim, deep inside. His thrusts are fast and strong. I moan like a little cat.

“This won’t take long. That tight little ass turns me on so much!”

I feel several powerful thrusts and my body is torn apart by an orgasm. Yes, that’s what I needed. Relaxation. A good fuck. Ve comes right after me, shooting his load on my back. He rushes to grab a roll of paper and wipes it off my skin, kissing my ass cheeks.

“I love you, Gail.”

“I love you, Ve.”

We slip back under the duvet and fall asleep, embracing.