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  Chapter Four

  Leah worked the early shift the next morning, opening the store at six in the morning. She enjoyed the contractors coming in for donuts for their crew to thank them for working a Saturday. They were always in such a good mood for so early in the morning it was impossible to look at them smile without returning the favor. I’d probably be in a good mood all the time if I were working for myself, Leah thought, but doing what? People won’t pay to watch you fuck the comfort zone.

  As she was wrapping up her shift, the manager, Bob, came by and said to her, “Oh Leah, can you swing by my office before you leave for the day? I need to see you.”

  Oh shit oh shit oh shit.

  “Sure. I’ll be there in about ten minutes.”

  He found out about last night. He knows. I’m fired. Mr. Hands is fired. We violated some law. No dumbass, how could he know? It’s probably just about scheduling. But he’s never asked you into his office to talk about scheduling before. It’s all too coincidental.

  Leah continued to argue with herself until she found herself standing in Bob’s doorway. He smiled and waved her in.

  “Shut the door behind you, please.”

  “Am I in trouble?”

  Bob laughed.

  “No, not at all.”

  “Okay then, I’ll shut the door.”

  Bob laughed again.

  “I love your sense of humor, Leah.”

  “More laughs than a sitcom, that’s me.”

  Leah took a seat and stared at Bob across his desk. She was still fairly sure she was in trouble despite his assurances.

  “Leah, how long have you worked for FoodSmart?”

  “Well, I was at the west side location for about a year and half, then worked somewhere else for a while, then came here almost two years ago.”

  “Good, good. I have to say that I’m very impressed with how you present yourself. You’re responsible, professional, stellar with the customers. I’d like to offer you a promotion to shift manager.”

  Leah blinked a few times, tempted to pinch herself. Was she hallucinating? Was something good happening to her?

  “Are you serious?”

  Bob chuckled. “I’m very serious. It would mean more hours for you so you’d be coming in on Mondays and Tuesdays to help me do scheduling. Probably help with interviews and such as well. Oh, and a fifteen-percent raise.”

  Leah thought of her withered bank account and smiled.

  “You don’t have to give me an answer today,” Bob continued. “I know you probably need to think about it and weigh your school responsibilities, so just let me know in the next couple of days. Any questions?”

  “Who would I be managing?”

  “Whoever happens to be working that shift. You’d still be working of course, probably helping wherever help is needed and assisting customers as necessary. You won’t be running the register full-time since you’ll be needed to handle issues as they come up.”

  “Okay.”

  “Go home, think it over. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

  Leah nodded and smiled. She floated out of Bob’s office and outside to her bike. Manager? Were they crazy? Leah wondered what Hale would say. Probably something like, they see what you’re good at…why don’t you?

  * * * * *

  Leah sat on her bed staring at the box. When was it too early to call Hale? Would he show up before dark? Leah checked her watch. Sunset was still an hour away. She got up off the bed and paced. What would he say to her? Would he somehow already magically know what had happened to her the last two days? Somehow she suspected as much. He seemed to know her inside and out…and it didn’t matter. He felt right in every way, so who cared if he was Mr. Mysterious?

  Damn it I do, Leah thought. But when will I have the guts to confront him about what he is?

  Bang, bang, bang!

  Leah jumped. She ducked into the bedroom and looked at the box, which was standing wide open. She smiled and shook her head then dashed to the door.

  “Hey,” Hale said with a smirk. He breezed into the apartment and immediately sat down at the kitchen table.

  “No beer today?”

  “Maybe later,” he said. “I hear you’ve had an interesting few days.”

  “You hear? From whom?”

  Hale shrugged. “Tell me about the guy at the party.”

  Leah shrank a bit at the memory. She sat down at the table with Hale and raised her knees up under her chin, resting her heels on the edge of the chair. She hugged herself.

  “I guess I gave him the wrong signals. He thought he could do something with me and instead of letting myself get steamrolled like I have in the past I told him to stop. It sounds like such a stupid, easy thing but it really was hard for me. I had to think about the comfort zone and move out of it to…I don’t know…assert myself.”

  Hale smiled and nodded.

  “I like it. I hope you told him exactly where to stick it.”

  Leah laughed. “I used profanity.”

  Hale smirked. “Good, good. Now what’s this about a promotion?”

  Despite her earlier surety that Hale would already know all about it, Leah’s stomach flip-flopped when he confirmed it. She’d spoken to no one since leaving Bob’s office only a few hours earlier. Hale really did know it all. You can be afraid or you can seize the opportunity. Seize it, you crazy bitch!

  “They offered to make me shift manager.”

  “And how does that make you feel?”

  “Well at first I was really excited. I mean, it’s more hours and better pay. I’ll get more respect from the regional managers and stuff. But then I started to get scared.”

  “Why?”

  “Am I ready for this? It’s a lot more responsibility. The shift manager is responsible for opening or closing the store, scheduling, dealing with idiot employees and irate customers. So if you screw up it can cost the store a lot of money.”

  “Do you believe you’ll screw up?”

  Leah was quiet for a moment. She looked down at the floor, then at her toes, anywhere but Hale. He remained silent, waiting for an answer. Finally Leah whispered, “Yes.”

  “Why?”

  “Because I’ve never been able to really do anything. Something good starts happening and then it gets screwed up. I screw it up. Someone makes some decision and I don’t know about the change or whatever and I just fuck things up. Any time I start making progress it just…I just…”

  Leah found herself fighting tears once again.

  “What makes you think that things that have happened in the past are any guarantee of what will happen in the future? Or even an indicator?”

  “Well, they say history repeats itself.”

  “We’re not talking about the downfall of civilizations. We’re talking about your life. Societies may act the same. Individuals make choices for themselves.”

  “So how do I keep from screwing up?”

  “First you need to keep building on your confidence. Remember how you felt when you asserted yourself against the guy in the bathroom? Valuing yourself and what you want is power. Use it. Second, you need to overcome fear to get what you want.”

  “Overcome fear. So I shouldn’t worry about what will happen when some shmuck doesn’t show up for their shift?”

  “That’s planning. Are you seriously afraid—I mean fearful—of someone not showing up for work?”

  “Well, no.”

  “What then?”

  “I’m afraid of not being accepted as a manager by the other employees. I don’t want to fight with them. And I’m afraid of the responsibility…the progress…the success.”

  “Exactly. Remember what we said about the comfort zone.”

  “Fuck it.” Leah smiled. Hale laughed.

  “Part of that is overcoming fear. People are afraid of lots of things. Some of those fears will stand in the way of having the life they always wanted. Do you think you should give fear that kind of power?”

  “No.”
r />   “Is it unreasonable to give something that doesn’t really exist power over your life?”

  “Yes.”

  “So what are you going to do?”

  “I’m going to tell Bob I’ll take the position.”

  “And?”

  “And I’m going to do the best job possible. Better than anyone else could do it.”

  Hale smiled. “That’s what I like to hear. You know, confidence really looks good on you.”

  Leah blushed.

  “But we need to work on that blushing problem of yours.”

  Hale’s comment only worsened her condition. Leah covered her face.

  “You can’t hide from someone when they want to flirt, Leah.” Hale’s eyes suddenly filled with dark heat. “You either tell them to get bent or you play along. Don’t you like banter?”

  “Yes, I do.” Leah lowered her hands and tried to reduce the heat in her cheeks with some deep breathing.

  “Good. Then let’s try again. Confidence looks good on you, Leah. Hot. Sexy.”

  Leah cleared her throat. Trying not to blush was useless. “Thanks. It took hard work.”

  “It makes me want to tear your clothes off and fuck you hard from behind.”

  Leah’s heart fluttered in her chest and she suddenly was faint from the rush of hormones surging into her bloodstream. In an instant she went from embarrassed to aroused. The heat left her cheeks and traveled straight south.

  “Then why don’t you?”

  Hale stood from his chair so quickly it startled Leah. He yanked on his tie, loosening it, then tossed it. He pulled off his jacket and shirt, throwing them away. Leah’s feet slipped off the chair and landed on the floor as she watched Hale’s urgent striptease, her pussy beginning to throb and ache. She knew he wanted her. He wanted her bad. And she was desperate to let him take what he wanted.

  Hale reached over and took Leah’s hand. He pulled, lifting her off the chair and bringing her to her feet. He leaned in and whispered in her ear, “I’m absolutely crazy about fucking you. I want to fuck you until you come screaming my name.”

  Leah felt like her insides had melted. His words coursed through her veins, desire pulsing there instead of blood. He was the only person she’d ever heard who could use the f-word so crassly yet to her ears it sounded like poetry. She whispered his name.

  “Off,” Hale said. He tugged on her t-shirt and pulled it up over her head. The shirt ended up on the kitchen floor, forgotten as Hale pulled Leah toward the bedroom. He shut the door behind them and said, “I have plans for you.”

  “I certainly hope so,” Leah breathed. She watched Hale pull his pants off, exposing his erection. The need pulsing through her body surged. She wanted it. She wanted it in every way. I want to fuck you until you scream my name.

  Leah reached down and unbuttoned her jeans. Hale moved in and pulled down the zipper, then pushed down on them, taking her panties right along with them as they slid down her legs.

  Being exposed before him still made her apprehensive but after the last time it no longer upset her. Especially not when he looked her up and down with that smartass little smirk and that fire burning in his green eyes.

  “Where do I start eating you?” he asked.

  Hale reached out and caressed Leah’s right breast, running his thumb over her nipple and sending shivers through her body. He pinched it and she whimpered as it poured gasoline on the fire burning between her legs. Hale moved in on her and took the nipple in his mouth, sucking, then gently biting.

  Leah tossed her head back, basking in the sensations. With every nip, every suck, every caress of his tongue on her nipple she wanted him more. She ran her fingers through his hair encouragingly and pushed her pelvis toward him.

  Hale’s cock pushed against her thigh. He took ahold of himself and moved, pressing his hot flesh against the folds of her pussy. He slid across it, bringing soft moans out of Leah’s mouth. Hale released her nipple and whispered, “On the bed.”

  Leah was on her way there before the words had finished coming out of his mouth. She lay down, propping herself up on her elbows. Hale crossed the darkening room in all of his perfection, coming toward her like some sort of incubus sent to drive her sexually insane. He lay down next to her. “Roll over. I have something for you.”

  Leah turned, rolling onto her side.

  “All the way over.”

  She did. Leah heard Hale doing something—she didn’t know what but it sounded like he’d opened a ketchup bottle. Leah laughed.

  “What’s funny?” Hale asked.

  “Just thinking about dinner.” Leah giggled.

  “Hmmm. I’ve got something to satisfy your appetite.”

  “I know.”

  Hale knelt between Leah’s knees and nudged them apart, then pulled her hips toward him until her ass was in the air. He slid his fingers into her very wet hollow and laughed when she whimpered.

  “Yes,” she whispered. “Please touch me.”

  “I’ll touch you. I’ll touch you everywhere.” Hale massaged Leah from the inside, then removed his fingers far too soon for her liking. She sensed him shift, then something cold and hard pushed against the pucker of her asshole.

  “What are you doing?” Leah asked, alarmed.

  “What’s wrong?” Hale asked. “Scared?”

  “Yes. What are you doing?”

  “Don’t you trust me, Leah?”

  “Well yes, but…”

  “There is no yes but. Either you do or you don’t. Have I ever hurt you?”

  “No.”

  “Do you think that I want to hurt you?”

  “No.”

  The pressure increased against her anus.

  “I don’t know about this,” she said. “Stop.”

  The pressure eased. “What are you afraid of?”

  “I’ve never…I’ve never…”

  “Yes, I know. But don’t you fantasize about it? Haven’t you always wondered what it would be like?”

  Leah paused. He spoke the truth. It was so taboo, something that didn’t even get spoken of in decent company. She grew up with that kind of activity being something only a heathen would engage in. So naturally she’d always wanted to try it.

  “Leah?”

  “Yes. Yes I do fantasize about it.”

  “You fantasize about something you’re afraid of.”

  “Yes.”

  “But when you get your opportunity you say no? Is that what you’re telling me? When your curious desire is about to come true you run away?”

  “I don’t want to run away. I want to embrace it. Enjoy it.”

  The pressure increased again.

  “Will you embrace it now?” Hale asked softly. “Or will you sabotage your own growth experience?”

  Leah’s heart pounded in her ears. She’d heard that it could really hurt. But she could always tell him to stop and he would. Or she could tell him no, never know what it was like and leave him thinking that she’d always run away from her dreams, wishes and desires.

  “Yes,” she whispered. “Do it. God, do it before I change my mind.”

  Hale laughed. “It’s for you, Leah. All for you. If you don’t enjoy every second of it I want you to tell me to stop.”

  “Okay,” Leah breathed heavily. “Why are you cold?”

  “Oh I’m hotter than hell, baby. It’s your hand lotion that’s cold.”

  With that the pressure began to give, allowing Hale’s hard cock to enter Leah’s most private spot. She panted, still afraid but suddenly excited. She would live this experience, not just be a bystander as though watching it happen to someone else. Adrenaline surged through her and she felt light, alive and in control. She made the choices. She would say what stayed and what went. She decided.

  “More,” she begged. Hale pushed a bit more, opening her up to accept more of his slick shaft. He was impossibly huge inside her. Leah gripped the pillow beneath her and looked up at the headboard. The experience was raw and real but she ju
st relaxed her entire body and allowed it to happen.

  She continued to pant as Hale penetrated her slowly, so slowly, opening her like the last Christmas present under the tree. Savoring. Endearing. Dare Leah think…lovingly.

  “How does it feel?” Hale asked.

  “Like being born,” Leah said. “Confusing. Joy and awkwardness. Fear and excitement.”

  “You want more of me?”

  “Yes. Definitely yes.”

  “You want all of me? All of me in your ass?”

  Again Hale’s words made Leah feel intoxicated, drunk on the odd desire that flooded her. He was saying things that would have made her uncomfortable, even disgusted if they had come from anyone else. But again he spoke poetry in her ear with his raw questions and demands.

  “Give it to me,” Leah whimpered. “Take me.”

  How can they mean the same thing when they’re opposites? Leah mused. She then felt only the giant pressure as Hale entered her further. At that point he had to be fully inside her. She was crammed full.

  “I have two more inches,” he murmured. “Want them?”

  “My God,” Leah said incredulously. “I thought you were all in three weeks ago.”

  Hale laughed, pushing more.

  “Jesus,” Leah panted. “Go ahead. All of it now.”

  Hale pushed until his pelvis bumped Leah’s butt cheeks. She shuddered, feeling every bit of him within her. Her pussy creamed uncontrollably. She never thought it would be like that. It didn’t hurt, especially with the level of adrenaline pumping through her. It was more like hyperstimulation, an over-awareness of everything.

  “You’ve got all of me, Leah. Are you ready to get fucked now? Fucked hard and long in your ass like in your fantasies?”

  “Oh good God,” Leah moaned. “Yes, do it.”

  Hale began pumping in and out of her backside, slowly and gently at first, then building up to an even, steady pace. Leah felt every millimeter of him every time he left her empty and refilled her.

  “You like the way I fuck you?” Hale asked, and Leah could hear the amused laughter in his voice. “You like how I screw your tight hole?”