Chapter One - Stocking Her Shelves

Justin slammed the door to his car and raced inside the front doors of Johnson’s Grocery, cursing his coach for making him late yet again for work. He never should have agreed to play for the local college, knowing full well that no scout ever looked there for talent. He was wasting his time, and his coach had no concept of life off the field. Justin needed this job, and his boss was already extra critical of him, since his father was the general manager of the grocers. He did not need Sandy Jenkins having something else to bitch at him about. She came up with enough on her own.

As he entered the grocery store, he slipped his apron over his neck and then tied it around his waist. Maybe if he looked as if he was already there, no one would question his tardiness. However, he should have known it wouldn’t work.

As he passed through the doors leading to the back of the store and the lines of giant shelves filled with boxes of merchandise to be put out on the floor, Sandy stood there with a clipboard in her hand, tapping it with a pencil. She glanced up at him, and even though he knew how much trouble he was about to be in, he couldn’t help but feel his cock twitch at how gorgeous she was. Her long blond hair was pulled back into a tight ponytail he had often fantasized about holding onto while he took her from behind over her desk, her massive breasts swaying back and forth with each one of his deep thrusts as he speared her with his cock, hands holding onto her curvy hips. He could feel his hips pounding into her luscious ass as he fucked her, and it was usually right then that he exploded onto his stomach from jacking off to his fantasy with the woman almost twice his age.

“Decided to show up for work today?” Sandy said as she turned to face him, both arms wrapped around the clipboard as she pressed it against her chest, which only shoved her tits up higher into sight through the opening of her shirt. “Look, Justin, just because your father runs this store, doesn’t mean you get to come and go as you please. We have a schedule for a reason. When I say I need you here at five that doesn’t mean you can stroll in at five-thirty.”

Justin tried hard not to look at her mounds of pleasure behind the clipboard, but found it hard to do. He was glad he wore his apron as he could feel his cock starting to swell at the sight of her. “I’m sorry, Sandy. My coach forced us to do some extra drills because of losing the game last weekend. I’ll do better. Promise.” God, how he would love to make it up to her.

“Well, I hope your coach can provide you with another job when you get yourself fired from this one,” Sandy said. “Now, go help David stock the frozen dinners.” She turned back to her clipboard, basically dismissing him. However, Justin stood there a moment longer, his gaze dropping to her ass in her khaki pants and how he would love to run his hands along her sweet curves.

“Something else I can help you with,” Sandy said, her gaze still on her clipboard.

Justin swallowed the dryness in his throat, worried he had been busted checking her out. “No, ma’am. I’ll go help David now. Thank you. And again, I’m sorry.” He turned and rushed back out the doors, pushing them hard so they swung back and forth a few times before settling back into place. He shifted his apron a little in front of him, making sure the fabric covered his stiff boner.

When he reached the frozen food section of the grocery store, David was there already stuffing frozen dinners into the freezers, and by the looks of it, he was taking his time doing it. Not surprising, Justin thought. Rumors were that Sandy had a few favorites that stocked more than just the grocery shelves. “You look like a dog who just got whipped,” David said with a chuckle.

Justin sighed as he ran a hand through his dark hair. “Yeah. I can’t seem to win for losing with Sandy. How can I get in on the inside track like you and a couple of the others? I’ve got just as much going for me as all of you do, and I know I’m built better than some of the others. Yet, Sandy doesn’t do anything but dog me every chance she gets.”

David laughed as he grabbed a handful of frozen steak dinners. “You also have one thing the rest of us don’t have. Your dad runs the place. Sandy isn’t stupid, just horny. She’s not going to mess with the boss’s son.”

Justin pulled out his utility knife and cut into a box of frozen corn. “Like I’d tell my dad I was banging his warehouse manager. I can keep secrets.”

David shrugged as he continued to stock the freezer. “Maybe she just doesn’t want to take the risk. Who knows if you get pissed off one day and try to hold it over her head? She’s playing it smart in my book if you ask me.”

Justin didn’t ask him and hated the suggestion. While he had no proof Sandy was actually having sex with the other stock boys, he had heard the rumors flying around the back room. Sandy liked college-aged men and how they could make her feel. She had at least four that she screwed around with on a regular basis, even though none of them had come out and admitted it, and no one had actually caught them in the act. Of course, that didn’t explain how the rumors got started in the first place. Someone had to see Sandy in action at some point or one of the college kids she was banging had to finally share the tale with someone else for the story to get around. Justin just needed to get the proof on his own, and then maybe, Sandy would give him the same extra-benefit she gave David and the others. Then perhaps, he could move from jacking off to actually sinking his cock into a wet pussy for once. But how would he find that proof?