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said that there wasn’t any point keeping the store
open when people aren’t coming in as it is. To be honest, I’m starting to
wonder why we’re open at all while you guys are doing your work.
    “When
a project takes this long,” I tell her, “closing down shop ends up costing a
lot of money.”
    “Sure,
but why doesn’t she just have you come in at night?” Linda asks, but waves off
her own question. “It doesn’t matter,” she says. “Do you drive?”
    “Yeah,”
I tell her. “It’s a company truck, but it’s not so bad.”
    “Great,”
Linda says. “Let me grab my things.”
    An
hour later, we’re at her place and I’m hardly through the door when her hands
grip my shirt and pull me toward her.
    “You
know,” she says, kicking the door closed and kissing me on the lips, “I find
you very attractive.”
    I’d
love to respond, but she puts what feels like her entire tongue in my mouth.
Talking’s not really an option at the moment.
    “That
said,” she breathes a few seconds later, “I think you
should probably take a shower.”
    “Care
to join me?” I ask.
    “No,”
she says. “That means I’d have to redo all my makeup and my hair—it’s just a
hassle. I promise I’ll wait for you, though.”
    So
she shows me to the shower, and I get undressed. As soon as my shirt’s off, I
can tell why she made the suggestion.
    So,
I shower, cleaning myself thoroughly and thinking about what’s about to happen.
    Linda’s
a beautiful woman, though she’s a little unmotivated for my tastes. I love a
woman who’s got ambition, who wants to be the best at everything and won’t
settle for anything less.
    To
be truthful, I thought that if I were to end up in anyone’s shower, it would be
Jessica’s, but with the way things are going, I don’t really see that happening
any time soon. Besides, it’s bad enough I’m about to sleep with the employee of
my current employer.
    It’s
never a good idea to sleep with a client.
    Just
to make sure I don’t get too excited about anything, I let my mind wander as I
continue to wash my body.
    I’m
finally getting into a new apartment, though it’s about half the size of the
last one. I move over the weekend. This is one of those times where it’s great
to have four guys working for me.
    There’s
a knock.
    “You
about ready?” Linda calls through the door.
    “Yeah,”
I tell her. “I’m rinsing now.”
    There’s
no further response.
    Maybe
this is a bad idea. I’m still getting over Amy, and Linda is the cashier where I’m working.
    When
the door opens and she comes through wearing a black, see-through nightie and
nothing else but a pair of earrings and a smile, I decide maybe it’s not such a
bad idea after all.
    My
rational mind has officially taken second place, and right now, I’m not too
upset about that.
    “Do
hurry,” she says.
    I
rinse what’s left of the soap on my body and I turn off the shower.
    “Where
would I find a towel?” I ask Linda through the transparent shower curtain.
    She
turns around so her back is to me and, angling her body just so, she bends down
to grab a towel from under the sink.
    Her
ass is a beautiful thing. God, I wouldn’t mind making it bounce.
    I
open the curtain and she tosses me the towel, saying, “I’m glad we’re finally
getting some time together. For a minute there, I was worried that Jessica was
going to steal you away and I was going to have to just keep on fantasizing. Do
you ever fantasize about me?”
    The
real answer is no, I’ve never really looked at her as anything other than one
of the store employees, but that’s not the kind of answer that’s going to get a
positive response here.
    “Yeah,”
I tell her.
    “Yeah?”
she asks, walking over to me as I dry myself. “What do you fantasize about?”
    Here’s
my problem: I suck at dirty talk. It’s not that I haven’t tried. I even went as
far as to look up tips online after Amy asked me why I never told her to take
every inch of my