Standing before the mrrnor, Pam ran her hands over her body; she tingled all over and she was aware that there was still a light sheen of oil on her smooth skin. It felt sensuous as she rubbed her hands over the flat plane of her stomach, then let them move to the swelling of her hips and around to cup her buttocks. Strangely, she felt no sorenes this morning, and as she examined her beautiful young body in the mirror, she found it none the worse for wear – and she laughed at herself for once having thought that sex would tell immediately on a woman's body – that wrinkles would appear and anyone who looked at her could tell!
Humming lightly to herself, she padded naked into the kitchen, plugged in the coffee maker and poured herself a drink of orange juice from the bottle in the refrigerator. Also, she realized, her head was clear – and that was a surprise after having drunk so much the evening before. "I suppose a girl gets used to everything…" she told her orange juice, and headed for the bath.
As she bathed, she noticed that she was suddenly more aware of her own body, and as she washed it gently, she found it responding to her caresses, and it pleased her. For years she had always hurried through bath or shower and rarely did she look at herself naked in a mirror… what had changed? she asked herself as she climbed from the tub and pulled a towel from the rack. "Me!" she said to her reflection in the mirror, and she laughed aloud.
Munching on apiece of dry toast, she carried her coffee to the desk and began writing up the sale for Alex and his friends; as she totaled it, she was amazed to see that the entire order came to just a bit over four hundred dollars. Quickly, she figured her commission, and again she was amazed – it came to one hundred dollars and a few cents. Not too bad, she thought. An evening's fun and pay too! Well, she'd just have to take the order to Frank herself, and ask him to expedite it. Sort of give it the personal touch, and with any luck at all, she would be able to deliver it within the next few weeks.
The sun was out and a light breeze came from the ocean as Pam left her apartment and drove toward the distribution center. She felt quite high with herself and pleased that she had made her first sale unassisted. She knew that Marge would probably be waiting for her at the sales office, but no matter, only a few more days and she'd be on her own.
She parked, gathered up her things, and found Frank at the desk talking with the stock boy – she tried to remember his name – Ike? No, Mike… that was it, Michael! She smiled warmly as they both looked up and she swelled with pride as she handed Frank the triple order. He glanced at it, whistled lightly, and looked up at her, smiling.
"Well, looks like you caught yourself a live one, little lady…" and as he spoke, he looked at her lovely body and gazed openly at the faint outline of her protruding nipples beneath the sheer blouse she wore.
Pam blushed slightly as she noticed both Mike and Frank staring at her breasts. "Ummm, yes… I seem to have found the right sales combination," she remarked lightly, and smiled.
I'll bet you have! Frank thought, then cleared his throat and spoke to the boy. "Ah, Mike… why don't you run next door and get us a cup of coffee – I'll take Pam to the stockroom and see how much of this we can fill for her now…" and Pam detected a slight wink from the older man as he spoke.
"Sure, why not?" Mike said in return, then glanced at his watch. "Be a while yet 'fore it's made – Alicia never puts on a pot before ten."
"Take your time," Frank told him, and gestured toward the enclosed stockroom behind the counter.
Pam watched the boy go and a certain uneasy feeling gripped her as she walked behind the older man, through the door and into the dimly lit stock area. Tall shelves were stacked with the expensive Lotus products, and everywhere she looked there were long rows of cases stacked along the walls.
"Most of this stuff isn't in yet, honey," Frank told her as she followed him through the maze of shelves, "but we'll have some of it…"
"Ummm, how long before you receive the rest of the summer stock, Frank?" she asked innocently as they turned a corner and stopped.
He turned and looked at her. "Week, ten days – everything's shipped from the East, you know…" He looked at her, then at the large order she had written. "Ah, look… I don't know exactly how to put this to you – but you're new around here and there are some things you might want to know."
"Well, I'm willing to learn," she replied, and looked about.
"Okay, honey – I'll be honest with you, then you can decide for yourself. Sometimes I have an arrangement with one of the girls…" he paused and looked about as he lowered his voice cautiously. "Like, I'm allowed to write off so much stock under breakage… but it always doesn't get broken… get the picture?"
Pam shook her head and replied naively, "But if it doesn't get broken, how can you write it off?"
Frank smiled and held up the triple order. "It only takes about one of these a month, sweetheart… I could fill this entire order – under the counter – and we could split fifty-fifty."
"Oh," she said in a very small voice, "but wouldn't that be dishonest?"
"Come on…" he said, "you're putting me on!"
She laughed nervously. "And we'd just split the money… is that it?"
"Right… instead of a hundred bucks on your commission, you'd have two hundred… how does that sound?"
"Ummmm… you couldn't do that very often, someone would find out."
"Smart girl," he said, and moved closer to her. "Couple of times a month maybe on big orders like this… no one would be the wiser and it would be tax-free, too."
Pam swallowed thickly. She had never done a dishonest thing in her entire life – and what he was proposing was outright theft! But as she thought about it, she realized that if she had that extra money coming in every month, she'd be able to buy that new Mustang she'd been wanting… and she might even be able to take that apartment at the beach this summer. "Ummm, are you sure no one would find out about it?"
Frank reached out and cupped her chin with his hand. "Honey, I've been working for Lotus going on ten years – do you think I'd take a chance… if it was a chance?"
The warmth of his hand on her cheek stirred her and she smiled nervously as she replied, "Ah, no… I don't suppose so."
He leaned forward and kissed her gently on the mouth. "Then it's a deal, partner…" he said as their lips parted.
Pam blinked – she had not expected to be kissed, but Frank was an attractive man, and it was true, they were going to be partners. She looked at him wide-eyed and he moved against her body as he slipped a hand about her waist.
"We could even go a step further in cementing the relationship…" he told her huskily and let his hand slide down to cup one cheek of her ass through her skirt. She struggled briefly, but as his body came in full contact with hers, she felt that sudden rush in her loins and she stopped trying to move away. She licked her lips and looked at him as his mouth moved closer to hers.
"Please…" she whimpered, "I don't think we…" and his mouth closed over hers, cutting off the words of protest. Pam sighed as his tongue entered her mouth, and she arched her vibrant young body against his as his tongue played gently with hers. She felt his prick against her thigh, and as he rubbed against her, she knew a moment of panic and pushed away from him.
"Ah… please, Frank… you'll get me all hot and sweaty. I've… I've got things to deliver this morning…"
Still holding her, he smiled down, and as he spoke, she felt his hand move between them, then she heard the sound of his zipper being drawn down. "I wouldn't ask you to do that, Pam… after all, I've got respect for you… but look what you've done to me."
Pam felt him take her hand and move it to his crotch. His prick was stiff and throbbing and as her fingers closed around it near the base, she gasped at the size of it. She was immediately, aroused as she touched his hot flesh, and she shook her head as he pressed against her again. "Please…"