Are You Still Open?

"Are you still open?" a voice calls out. She hears the door chime at the front of the store and frustratingly looks at the clock. Almost made it. It had been a long day and it was going to be an even longer night. Her two employees just left and she had to manage not only the close of the store but sorting through the shipment they had received that afternoon. Forcing a smile, she looks up. "Just", she says. She sighs. That came out wrong. Bitchy. Standing in the door was a very attractive man. She took him in quickly. The top button of his shirt was undone, his tie loosened. He was 30ish. Tall. Broad shoulders. Looked athletic. His smile was warm. Inviting. She tries again. "Sure, come on in. I was about to close, but I have some work to do. Let me lock the door, but take your time. Look around. Let me know if I can help you." The store she manages is an upscale clothing store that has both men's and women's clothes. Too often, she finds herself her closing the store alone while her college-aged employees are heading out to party. It's usually the same. They hustle out at closing time talking about whose house they are heading to, which party, that new bar. She hears all the stories. Exotic scenes involving beer and booze, parties and dancing, movies and bands, and, yes, the wild sex. That was her not that long ago. But now, she was the manager. A college graduate managing a popular store trying to climb the ladder. Her commitment to work had muted the partying, the dating, the sex. "Thanks", he says. "I just wanted to look at a couple of things." She finds herself staring at the customer. Thinking of sex. She has not been laid in, what...forever. She flushes. She had been really horny lately. Masturbating in the shower, on the couch, in the bed. Sure, she had a few instruments to help, but she wanted, needed a man to lustfully fuck her. Not make love with her, not coddle her, not cook her dinner and hold her gently. She needed to be fucked and fucked hard. She tries to shake the thought from her head. She has been working too hard lately. Feeling the moistness in her panties, she laughs at herself. "I'm losing it", she admits. He notices that she is stunningly beautiful. She has a natural way about her - elegantly dressed and confident in her manner. She has a short skirt on that highlights long, shapely legs. But what struck him were her eyes. Intoxicating green eyes that glowed from across the room. Her auburn hair pulled back. Playful, yet professional. She was staring at him. He blushed and moved toward the Men's section. After sifting through several ties and slacks, he looks up. "I know you are busy, but can I ask your opinion on a couple of things?" he asks. "Sure", she responds. "Which tie do you like better? I can't decide."

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