Chapter Three - Stocking Her Shelves

Justin arrived at work the next day with new knowledge and a throbbing cock. The question now, however, was what he would do with that information. Or rather, what could he do with that information. Sandy knew he was there last night, knew he saw David and Bobby fucking her mouth and pussy. She could deny it, but what would be the point? Of course, that didn’t mean she would treat Justin any better, either. If it came down to it, it would be the word of three people against one, so she might not be worried about him squealing on them. Justin didn’t want to squeal on them, however. He wanted between her legs, his cock buried deep in her slick slit. He just needed to convince her to give him the chance.

He slipped his apron over his head and around his neck as he shoved his way into the back warehouse. David was walking out, pushing a hand-truck of boxes meant for the chips aisle. He waved at Justin, but otherwise acted like nothing was different. Justin had been worried Sandy would tell the other two he had been hiding back there like some sick pervert, watching them fuck her while he jacked his cock off. However, David seemed normal, which Justin was sure he wouldn’t be if Sandy had outed him. Was she hoping to keep the whole matter quiet?

Tying his apron around his waist, he walked up to her desk to see what she needed him to do, and if she would mention last night. She was scribbling down some numbers on an order form when he reached her desk, so he stood there patiently waiting. She never looked up. “I need you to rearrange the soda aisle. Make sure we have plenty of whatever is on sale,” she said as she kept her gaze on the paper in front of her. Was she embarrassed perhaps? Justin wished he knew. “And good job on being to work on time today. Hopefully, it’s a trend I’ll see more of in the future.”

“Yes, ma’am,” he said as he started to turn away to carry out her assignment. “I won’t be late again.” Was it possible she hadn’t seen him watching them last night?

“Good.” She kept scribbling, and Justin so badly wanted to ask her about last night, for her to say something to him, make it all real in his mind. He wanted her to have seen him, to know that he knew she was the grocery’s MILF and eager to take it from the young college kids. He wanted her to say she would take it from him. Yearned for it. Yet, when it was obvious she wouldn’t say anything else, he turned and started to walk away, shoulders slumped.

He only walked about seven feet when she called out to him again, however. He turned, and this time, she looked him directly in the eyes. “I hope you washed that apron before you came to work today.” She smirked and then returned to what she was doing.

Justin felt the heat rush up his neck and cheeks as he turned and headed for the soda aisle. She had seen him! She knew her secret was out, and she didn’t even care. The smirk on her face made it appear as if she enjoyed the fact he had watched them. He could feel his cock swell in his pants and was once again happy he wore an apron. His stomach was in knots as he wondered what this knowledge meant, and what she would do with him knowing about her having sex with the other stock boys. Would she still treat him the same way?

He sighed. From her smirk, it seemed so. She hadn’t asked him if he liked the show. Didn’t invite him to hang out after work. Nothing. She just smirked.

He was tempted to hang out anyway, but figured now that she knew he saw her little after-hours romp with the others, she would be more cautious with her security. He doubted he’d get another chance to watch her being fucked again. The image was seared into his mind, and he fought the urge to rush to the bathroom, enter one of the stalls, and whack off another load of his cum to visions of her being pounded. Yet, he was tired of just the fantasies. He wanted to be the one giving her the banging of all time. What did a guy have to do to get fucked in this store by the woman who seemed to be giving it to everyone else?

“By the look on your face, I see you saw the schedule changes,” Bobby said as they passed each other walking down one of the aisles.

Justin stopped and looked at the other kid. “What are you talking about?”

“You have this grumpy expression on your face,” Bobby said with a shrug. “I just assumed you were upset because Sandy was making you do the late shift tonight. You must have really pissed her off, too, because you’re working it alone. What did you do to make her so angry like that?”

Justin sighed. Oh, just watch her fucking two of her employees. “Who knows? She always seems upset with me these days.”

“Well, it gives me the night off so have fun. I’m outta here.” Bobby gave him a fake salute and then turned and headed to the front of the store and the waiting exits.

Justin watched him go, trying to figure out if this was Sandy’s way of punishing him or something else. Considering what he saw after hours last night, he hoped it was the latter. He spent the rest of the evening with his stomach churning in a mixture of anxiety and hope. By the time James announced over the loud speaker that the store would be closing in ten minutes, Justin thought he would throw up. Not the impression he wanted to make.