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Working in retail certainly has its many benefits.

I’m not just talking about the staff discounts or the regular nine-to-five hours.

No.

I’m talking about the many different types of people that you get to see.

Especially when you do the casual wander by one of the phone stores in your shopping mall, and the sight of one of the employees catches your eye.

I work in one of the clothing stores in the mall, and my store is only a short walk away from his.

Every day when I’m at work, I make some excuse to my manager so I can casually wander by his store, just so I can catch another glimpse of the guy.

This is a habit that I do five, maybe six times a day, sometimes more.

I, of course, try and be as discreet as I possibly can.

But when you’re wandering around a shopping mall and continuously walk past the same store and stare inside, practically eye fucking the guy, you soon realize that it becomes more than just a casual wander.

Seriously though, I don’t know a single thing about this guy, but from the moment I first laid eyes on him, I was obsessed.

Tall, slender, legs for days, veiny muscular arms, stubble on his chin that goes from newly shaven one day, to a week’s growth the next.

Then there’s his hair, slightly shaved on the sides and a trail of curls in the center, trailing all the way down the back of his head.

All I want to do is run my hand through those curls and fuck them with my fingertips.

Fuck, the guy is so deliciously hot, especially in his uniform.

A navy-blue short sleeve polo shirt, white sneakers, and black pants that tighten across his ass whenever he bends over or slides his hands into his pants pockets.

Okay, so I may be slightly, wait scratch that, totally and completely obsessed with this guy.

Today, I took my obsession to an entirely new level.

When I was on my lunch break, I walked past his store.

He was standing inside in his usual position at the front of the store.

His ass was pressed against the counter as he scrolled his phone and my eyes immediately moved to the bulge in his pants.

His eyes casually shot over in my direction and I quickly pretended that I was looking at the mannequin in the adjacent clothing store to his store.

His eyes then quickly moved back to his phone before he placed it in his pocket and then walked around the store, talking with his other colleagues.

That’s when I noticed the sign on the wall outside his store advertising for an assistant store manager.

I made a quick mental note of the email address on the sign and with a grin on my face, I turned and made my way back to work.

As I stand behind the counter serving one of my regular customers, I notice out of the corner of my eye Mr.

Fuck Me walking past my store.

My store faces one of the busiest food courts in the mall, which is also located next to the main restrooms.

Conveniently, and lucky for me, those are the closest restrooms for most of the retailers.

It means that Mr.

Fuck Me has to walk past my store whenever he needs to go and use the bathroom, or when he places his food order for his breaks.

I keep my attention focused on the customer I am serving, but I know that as he’s walking past, he quickly glances innocently in my direction and keeps walking.

After my customer leaves the store, I move from my position behind the counter, and step outside the store, strategically replenishing the display stock so that I can perv on him as he wanders to the restrooms.

Once he’s gone, I head back inside the store.

It's the lunch hour, and thankfully not too busy.

My manager is on her break, and there aren’t any customers in the store, so I go back behind the counter.

I’ve been on the hunt for a new job over the last few months, ever since things started to go to shit here.

All the casual employees have become less and less reliable, making it increasingly difficult to cover shifts, leaving me to pick up the slack and work my fucking ass off.

And to be frank, I can’t do this anymore.

I am sick of being the one who always does favors for people, but the second I need a shift covered, or a hand with something, no one is ever around to help me.

So, no more.

I unlock the computer and open the search engine.

I log onto the online recruitment site for my area and type in the name of his store in the search engine.

The first result that appears is the position of assistant store manager that I saw advertised earlier. But as I scroll down farther, I notice another opening at the same store, this time for a store manager position. I guess I missed that on the signage, or maybe it's an outdated listing and the position has been filled. They probably just haven’t removed it yet. I hover the mouse over the “Apply Now”

button and click on it, then I quickly glance around the store to make sure there are no customers.

When the page loads, I use the mouse and scroll down, then get to the section where it asks to “Upload Resume”

and that’s when I realize that I’m at work and don’t have a copy of my resume on the hard drive.

I let out a sigh and immediately close the website.

Then, as I move from behind the counter and back onto the store floor, I glance outside and see Mr.

Fuck Me walking past the store, and that’s when I step outside and keep my eyes fixated on his ass as I watch him walk back to the store.

I’m exhausted by the time I get home from work, which is pretty standard after I’ve had to deal with eight plus hours’ worth of customers.

After a quick bite to eat and a soothing shower, I head to my study, sit down at my desk and fire up my laptop.

I then take out my flash drive where I have all my documents saved and plug it into the laptop.

When it loads, I look for the file titled “Resume”

and move it across to my desktop for quick access.

After logging back into the recruitment website, I find the ad from earlier, only this time I go to the store manager position that’s advertised.

When it asks for my resume, I locate it on the desktop and upload the document.

It takes a few seconds for it to upload and then I follow the prompts.

It takes me through a series of online questions that I complete.

Most of them I bullshit my way through.

I mean, I’ve been an assistant store manager for over five years.

Surely, it can’t be that much different to managing a store.

Nevertheless, I answer the questions as best I can, not really expecting much.

On the last page, I confirm all my details and hit the submit button on my application.

Within a few seconds, I get a confirmation email saying that my application has been received and that someone will be in touch with me if my application progresses to the next stage of the recruitment process.

As I search and apply for more jobs, all I can think about is what it would be like to work in that store and seeing Mr.

Fuck Me five days a week.

That thought alone has my cock throbbing in my boxers, aching to be touched.

My phone pings, alerting me of an email, and when I open my app, I see that it’s from the job I had just applied for only minutes earlier.

That was fast.

It must be one of those AI things where your application is automatically screened by a robot. I open the email and it tells me that I have progressed to the next level of the process, which requires me to answer some video questions and it gives me a time limit of only forty-eight hours to upload my answers before the application becomes null and void. Not wanting to miss the opportunity, I quickly change into some jeans and a tee, then check to make sure my phone battery is fully charged and position the phone on my desk, making sure my entire face is in frame. I then follow the prompts until the application opens to a screen that gives me a list of instructions on how to answer and upload my video answers. It takes me about twenty minutes to complete all the questions and upload my responses. When I’m done, I receive a confirmation email telling me that my application has been received, and if I am successful, someone will reach out to me in less than a week. It’s a typical standard reply, and after scrolling through the rest of my emails, I answer those that are important and leave the others, then decide to head to bed early.

I wake the following morning to several emails, one of which has me almost leaping out of bed. My application for the store manager position has progressed to the next stage, which is a face-to-face interview at the store with the store manager. I reread the email, just to make sure I haven’t interpreted it incorrectly. Nope, I’ve definitely been short-listed for an interview. Honestly, I didn’t even expect to get a response from my initial email, much less an invitation to meet with the store manager. The truth of the matter is, I only applied for this job on impulse, just as an opportunity to get closer to Mr. Fuck Me. I didn’t think I’d get this far. The email gives me a list of times to choose from, so I select the first available for 2 p.m. this afternoon, only to realize that I’ll be at work, so quickly change the time to tomorrow at 10 a.m. It’s my day off, so it gives me the perfect opportunity to be very well prepared for my interview and make an impression. I hit the “Submit”

button and within a few seconds, receive a confirmation email with my scheduled appointment time.

I arrive at work early, park my car in the staff parking lot and casually walk into the mall, deliberately making a point to go in the opposite direction, where I can walk past the phone store and have a look inside before they open. I see that all the lights are still out, which means no one has arrived to open the store just yet. It’s still twenty minutes before the mall opens, so I head over to my regular café and give the girls behind the counter my usual coffee order. One of the attendants smiles as she processes my order. I tap my card on the card reader and wait for my order. I step away from the counter and press my back against the wall of one of the other stores while I wait. I take my phone out of my pocket and scroll through my socials. Then, out of the corner of my eye, I notice a figure walking toward me, and when I look up from my phone, I see that it’s Mr. Fuck Me. He wanders over to the café and delivers his order to the girls, then after paying, he steps aside and quickly throws a glance in my direction, before lowering his head down to his phone.

My cock immediately pulsates beneath the fabric of my underwear, screaming to be freed. I keep my focus on my phone, trying desperately to control the urge to look up at him again. I’m instantly relieved when one of the girls from the café calls out my order, and I sigh as I wander over to her and collect my coffee.

“Thank you,” I say.

Taking a sip of my latte, I quickly steal a glance back at Mr. Fuck Me who still has his head down, looking at his phone. Then I proceed to the store and just as I’m unlocking the doors, I catch a glimpse of him heading to his store, one hand in his pocket and the other holding his drink. When he’s out of sight, I step inside and make my way to the back room.

I somehow manage to get through the morning without a customer pissing me off or an employee calling in sick to their shift. That would be the last thing I need right now because trying to find someone to come in and work in this Miami heat is mission impossible. And now that my lunch cover has arrived, it’s time for me to do my usual casual stroll past the phone store and perv on Mr. Fuck Me. I could think of another name for the guy, but at the moment, that’s exactly what I want him to do, bend me over and fuck me three ways to Sunday. Of course, that would only be an option if I even stood a chance with this guy, which let’s be perfectly honest here, is as good a chance as me winning the lottery. Not to mention, I’m pretty certain the dude is straight. And let’s face it. The chances of a guy who is that good-looking being single are the same as the chances of Jonathan Bailey turning straight … fat chance.

I grab my phone and wallet, then start walking toward the direction of the store. As I get closer, I slow down and peer inside. Ah, fuck. There he is, sex on legs, leaning against the counter on his phone. I don’t know what it is about seeing him in that position, but fuck, I just want to walk into the store, grab him by the shirt, pull him toward me and crush my mouth against his. And I don’t even give a shit who sees us. Well, okay, maybe I do because that would be all sorts of embarrassing and probably a handful of criminal charges. I try to be as ambiguous as I can and not stand directly outside his store. Instead, I proceed to the adjacent stationery store and pretend to be shopping around for stationery supplies. After a few minutes, I walk out of the store and slow down when I get to the front of his store.

Okay, this is now getting seriously ridiculous. You work in the same mall as the guy. If he catches on to what you’re doing, he can make things very difficult for you, or worse, make you lose your job.

Unemployment is the last thing I need right now, especially when I have rent and bills to pay. And as shitty as my job and wages might be right now, I can’t afford to be unemployed. Just as I’m about to wander away, a thought crosses my mind.

Well, here goes nothing.

I quickly run my hands through my hair and iron out any creases in my tee. It’s not exactly the ideal look I was going for or the lasting impression I want to leave, but sometimes you have to work with what you’ve got. Staying calm and acting completely natural, I slowly move closer to the store.

And closer.

And closer.

Then I take another step and find myself inside the store, standing just a few feet away from him. He raises his head from his phone, finally noticing me, then he places his phone in his pocket. I wait for him to say something. A smile. A nod. Anything.

But nothing.

So, I inch a little farther toward him.

Here we go.

“Hi,”

I say, casually.

“Hi. Can I help you?”

he answers.

He has a slight accent and his voice sounds so … young. Definitely not the manly tone I was expecting. Although, I don’t know why I was expecting him to have a manly tone because the guy does indeed look very young. My eyes quickly shift to his name tag. “Aiden.”

And now Mr. Fuck Me has a name. Realizing that he’s still standing there waiting for an answer, I narrow my eyes back at him.

“Yeah, hi. Um, this is quite random. I just applied for a job here and I’ve been short-listed for a face-to-face interview tomorrow. I’m just wondering what advice can you give me to really stand out?”

“You applied for a job in this store?”

“Yes.”

He looks at me inquisitively for a few long seconds, then smiles, revealing his perfectly shaped white teeth.

“Just be yourself.”

A direct answer. Short, and straight to the point. And that voice, holy shit what a turn on.

He continues to stare at me and says nothing else. As much as I want to stand here and continue this conversation with the guy, the moment is already as awkward as it’s going to get.

“Thank you,” I say.

I drag myself out of the store, not looking back at him and make my way to the food court to grab some lunch. I find an empty table and try and eat my lunch but all I can think about is my encounter with Aiden, as brief as it may have been. Personally, I still prefer to call him Mr. Fuck Me. Honestly, I don’t know what I was expecting to happen, the dude doesn’t know me, and I don’t know him. Except for the fact that he is drop dead gorgeous and all I can visualize is what he’s hiding beneath that uniform. That, and me crouched between his thighs sucking on his dick.

When I get home from work, all I can concentrate on is the way Aiden’s voice sounded when the words came out of his mouth. I know we spoke for a brief moment and only exchanged a few small words, but fuck. I open my email from the job application and read it carefully, making sure I don’t miss anything in preparation for the interview tomorrow. I’ve been to many interviews in my career, and even if I don’t get this position, I still have my job. But to be working side-by-side with Aiden and be able to ogle him all day, would no doubt make an eight-hour shift fly by.

What the hell am I saying?

If I get this job, I have to be super careful and make sure that I don’t make it obvious that I’m crushing on this guy who I don’t even know if he’s gay. But that doesn’t matter right now because all I can smell is that intoxicating scent of his. Damn, he smelt good, like real good. Now that I have a closer visual of the guy, jerking myself off in bed is going to be much more pleasurable, now that I can see every last detail of his face. And with that thought swirling around in my mind, I quickly finish my dinner, then brush my teeth before heading to my room. I strip out of my clothes, climb into bed and close my eyes. Aiden’s beautiful face pops into my head. He’s smiling and looking all sexed up in that uniform. I don’t know how it’s possible, but a simple polo shirt and black, tight pants and those curls are enough to have me wrapping my fist around my hardened cock.

I stroke my length, moaning and groaning as I imagine Aiden getting down on both his knees to suck my cock. I feel his lips wrap around my cock as my eyes roll to the back of my head. Tilting my head backward, I twirl my fingers in his curls, and I love how his hair feels between my fingers. I place both my hands behind his head and mouth fuck him vigorously. He tries to say something and his words vibrate along my cock as I hear him gag on it. He finally manages to pull his mouth off my cock, then his eyes angle up at me. His eyes. Those fucking, beautiful eyes staring up at me is almost enough to make me blow my load.

I tug on my cock, harder and faster as I focus my attention on Aiden’s eyes and his tongue sliding up and down my dick. He spits on it, then wraps a fist around it and lubricates the entire length before sliding it back between his lips. I don’t know what he looks like naked, or without a shirt, so I have to improvise, and that’s kind of impossible right now when all I can concentrate on is the tingling in my balls and the sensation shooting all the way up my shaft. I pull myself a little harder and it’s not too long before I’m shooting my load all over my sheets.

The following morning after my shower, I wrap the towel around my waist and walk into my room. Opening my closet, I sift through my outfits, trying to pick something to wear for my interview today. There’s a long list of options; black slacks, shirts, ties, bow ties, vests, and pointed shoes. Okay, so this is just a job in a phone store. It’s not like I have to be a retail assistant in a clothing store and model the clothes we sell. Then again, I am trying to make an impression and get into this guy’s pants … store. I mean, store. I want to make sure when I walk out of the interview, that I leave them with the impression that I’m not only the best candidate for the position but the only candidate. I take out a pair of black slacks, the ones that mold perfectly around my ass, then choose a pale pink shirt but decide to skip the tie and bow tie. I figure I can show a little skin if Mr. Aiden is working today and give him a free preview of what I have underneath my clothes.

When it’s almost time for my interview, I change into my outfit and shoes, I gather my things and head to my car. Once I get to the mall, I park in the staff parking lot, even though it’s my day off because I can’t be bothered trying to find a parking space. I make my way into the mall with still thirty minutes to spare before my interview. I go to the convenience store and buy a bottle of water, then slowly make my way to the store. I can’t see Aiden anywhere. Maybe it’s his day off, or perhaps he’s on a break. When I get to the counter, the woman behind the desk acknowledges me.

“Hi, can I help you?”

“Hi. I’m here for an interview at 2 p.m.”

“What’s your name?” she asks.

“ Pierce.”

“Just give me a moment, please.”

She leaves the counter and goes through a door that leads to a back room. After a few seconds, she returns to the counter.

“Take a seat. The manager will be with you in a moment.”

“Thank you,” I reply.

I take a seat on one of the vacant chairs and place my hands on my thighs. I quickly glance around the store. There are only a couple of customers, and a few staff members sitting at a table talking among themselves. The door to the back room opens and a young girl walks out holding a folder under her arms, obviously a potential candidate. When it opens a second time, I look up and see Aiden walk through the door and over toward me.

“?” he asks.

“Yes.”

I get to my feet and stand tall.

“I’m Aiden, the store manager,”

he stretches out his hand for me to shake. “I’ll be interviewing you today. It’s a pleasure to meet you.”

“It’s a pleasure to meet you, too,”

I reply, shaking his hand.

Oh fuck!