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A quick preview of my new, upcoming story, "Fill 'Er Up". ================= Liam tossed the empty bag in the garbage can, having filled the windshield wash buckets for the last time. He checked his phone, and saw that he only had five minutes left in his last day. He took his time walking back from the diesel fuel island, burning up one of those five minutes. Tomorrow, his evening would be free. He wasnâ€™t entirely sure what he was going to do with it, truth to be told. He had plans for the weekend, but everyone would be busy on a Thursday night. There were only a few short weeks of freedom before he headed off to college, so he was going to make the most of them. He knew that much. Back inside, the place was filled with conversation and laughter, as it usually was. There were larger truck stops, in more convenient locations, but most of the local truckers all stopped at Melâ€™s, and word had spread to long-distance drivers. The kitchen was open 24/7, and the food was good. The bathrooms and showers were clean. The shelves were always well stocked. If asked, every one of the truckers would have only considered those amenities an afterthought, though. To a man, they were there to see Flo, Jen, Abbie, or Mel herself. All in their late 30s or early 40s, they were attractive, and flirtatious in the extreme. Redheaded Mel was filling coffee cups in the dining area. She was wearing a pleated skirt, which hid her gorgeous ass, but showed off her equally incredible legs. Her low-cut top revealed ample cleavage, and she made sure to bend down frequently while filling cups, so everyone got a good look. Liam wasnâ€™t excluded from the peeks, or the flirting. No man was. He wasnâ€™t immune, either. The last couple of years, the ladies had charmed him into working long shifts, and coming in on his days off many a time. They all had a place in his spank bank of masturbation fantasies. Mel finished her rounds as Liam walked up to the main counter, where blonde-haired Abbie was entrancing truckers as she rang them up. â€œThereâ€™s our traitor,â€ Mel teased as she approached. â€œLeaving us high and dry,â€ Abbie agreed. She addressed the driver at the counter and said, â€œHeâ€™s quitting on us, running off to college.â€ â€œMust be nuts,â€ the driver said with a grin. â€œIâ€™d never leave.â€ Abbie winked and said, â€œI know you wouldnâ€™t, sugar.â€ â€œTried everything to talk him out of it,â€ Mel said, stepping in close and wearing a pout. Liam had learned early on that the best way to deal with the flirting was to come right back just as strong. â€œEverything? Iâ€™ve been hearing this promise about wardrobe malfunctions all this time, and Iâ€™ve never seen it happen.â€ â€œWell, maybe youâ€™re not paying close enough attention,â€ Mel countered. Liam grinned and shot back, â€œOh, Iâ€™m paying attention.â€ The ladies laughed, as did the truckers in line. Abbie said, â€œDamn, Iâ€™m going to miss this one.â€ â€œWonâ€™t we all,â€ Mel agreed. â€œI should make you stay until the last second, but go ahead back to the office. Iâ€™ll be back in a minute to cash your last check for you.â€ â€œThanks,â€ Liam said, and made his way to the employees only door. Once through the stockroom, he followed the long hallway past the break room, bathrooms, service rooms, and back to Melâ€™s office. About the time he leaned against the wall next to the office door, Mel came through the door on the opposite end of the hall. She called out, â€œBe right there, honey,â€ before turning into the womenâ€™s bathroom. Liam pulled out his phone and scrolled through some posts until he saw her emerge once more. Mel strutted his way with a smile on her face. Her every move was a performance â€“ and a grand one. Her hips swayed, making her skirt dance, and her hands glided gracefully at her side. She glanced at him and twitched her eyebrows before unlocking the door. â€œHave a seat, honey, and Iâ€™ll get you paid,â€ Mel said as she walked around her desk. He closed the door â€“ which automatically locked â€“ sat down, and only then noticed that she had something in her hand. Whatever it was, she deposited it in a desk drawer before sitting down as well. Mel turned on her computer, clicked a few times, and then spun in her chair to access the safe behind her. â€œWe really are going to miss you,â€ she said while twisting the combination lock dial. â€œYou did such a good job straightening up the back room when you started. Always on time. Never complained.â€ She paused, looked over her shoulder, and added, â€œEasy on the eyes.â€ Liam chuckled. â€œIâ€™ll be sure to stop by whenever Iâ€™m back home.â€ â€œYouâ€™d better,â€ Mel said. She reached into the safe, counted out some cash, and then stood. She walked around her desk again, and held out the money with a flourish. He instantly noticed that there was one more hundred dollar bill than he was expecting as he took the cash. He looked up at her with a question in his eyes. â€œA little bonus,â€ Mel explained. â€œWish it could be more, but youâ€™ve earned it.â€ â€œThanks. I really appreciate it,â€ Liam said. It was hardly insignificant, as it was about a quarter of his weekly pay. â€œYouâ€™re welcome. Like I said, you earned it.â€ She then snapped her fingers and said, â€œYou know, I actually do have something else for you.â€ He couldnâ€™t help but grin as she turned and bent over her desk right in front of him. She was getting in one last tease. She slid open her desk drawer while he admired her butt, and the extra inch of leg her rising skirt revealed. Then it kept rising. Liam stared in stunned amazement as the pleated cloth slid upward. Her rounded ass and bare-shaven pussy were right in front of him, less than a foot away, and they entranced him. When the surprise wore off and he tore his eyes away from her folds, she was looking back over her shoulder, holding up her skirt with one hand, and the thong sheâ€™d retrieved from her desk in the other. She let her panties fall back in the drawer, gave her ass a shake, straightened, and turned around. â€œI did promise a wardrobe malfunction,â€ she said. â€œI keep my promises, honey.â€
Here's a quick preview of the upcoming "Hot Shorts" story, "Breasts To Go" =============== â€œLast day. Lucky S.O.B.â€ Rick hit the clock and chuckled as his co-worker Dave gave him a friendly punch in the shoulder. After two long years of working at the chicken joint, he was headed off to college out of state. The tedium had really begun to wear on him the last couple of months, and he couldnâ€™t wait to finish his last day. A familiar voice emerged from the small office in the back. â€œDonâ€™t think youâ€™re going to get away with slacking, either.â€ He peeked in and said, â€œI know, Mrs. Meadows.â€ Karen was one bright spot in the place. His manager was friendly and didnâ€™t play favorites, making the drudgery at least a little more tolerable. And she had an incredible rack. The rest of her wasnâ€™t too bad either, but it was her breasts that were like a magnet to his eyes. Even in her uniform shirt, they were impossible not to notice. She was a true Milf, too â€“ thirty-four with a son. More than once heâ€™d wished the curly-haired brunette wasnâ€™t his boss. She laughed and said, â€œIâ€™m only teasing. Go ahead and get to work. Remember â€“ service with a smile.â€ He gave her a wave reminiscent of a salute, and did exactly that. The day was like every other as he filled orders and occasionally handled the drive-thru. When they hit a lull that left them standing around twiddling their thumbs, he asked, â€œMind if Dave and I take our break?â€ â€œGo ahead.â€ The two walked outside and around the back to find a brief escape from their poultry prison. â€œGonna miss this place?â€ Dave asked. He chuckled, â€œFuck no.â€ His buddy laughed and lit up a cigarette. â€œPlace ainâ€™t gonna be the same without you.â€ â€œIâ€™ll tell you one thing I might miss a little...â€ Dave held his hands out in front of his chest. â€œYep. Those are some of the greatest tits Iâ€™ve ever seen in my life.â€ â€œM-m-moterboat.â€ â€œAll night long,â€ Rick agreed. â€œHer boyfriend is a lucky bastard.â€ â€œNo shit. Hey, did you hear about...â€ The pair chatted until their break was up, and then put their noses back to the grindstone. The next flood of customers hit not long after, and the rest of the night went by quickly in the rush to keep up. Rick kept one eye on the clock as it ticked ever closer to his moment of freedom. By the time he was going through the nightly clean-up routine, he was near unto giddy with anticipation. â€œLooks good. Thanks,â€ Mrs. Meadows said when she game out to inspect the work area. â€œGo ahead and clock out.â€ He made a beeline toward the clock, but it was not to be. â€œRick, could you do one last thing for me? Grab another box of cole slaw from the storage cooler. I just realized weâ€™re completely out in here, and I want everything to be ready to go tomorrow.â€ Somehow, he managed to suppress his sigh. â€œYeah, sure.â€ â€œI really appreciate it.â€ She then said, â€œGoodbye, everyone,â€ as the rest of the employees filed past the clock and to the door. Just a couple more minutes, he told himself as he grabbed the key and headed out the back door. Once the slaw was in its proper place, he pulled off his uniform shirt and tried for the clock again. â€œIs everyone else gone?â€ his boss asked as he reached the clock. Not risking another last-minute task, he punched out for the final time before leaning into her office to answer, â€œYes.â€ It was all he could do to keep his eyes in his head. Karen had taken off her uniform shirt, revealing a top that seemed to be on the verge of bursting at the seams from trying to contain her breasts. â€œYou can put the shirt on the chair.â€ Praying he hadnâ€™t already been caught staring like a bug-eyed cartoon character, he avoided looking at her as he deposited the shirt where sheâ€™d suggested. â€œWell, itâ€™s been nice working with you,â€ he said. â€œYou too. Iâ€™m going to miss you around here.â€ He gave a nod and took one last look at her tits as he turned toward the door. â€œRick, just a second.â€ â€œHmm?â€ he said, wondering if he was ever going to get out of the place. Her eyebrows lifted and she asked, â€œSo, do I really have some of the greatest tits youâ€™ve ever seen in your life?â€