Closing time had never been so much fun. Her feet
might be killing her, and she'd had to endure countless gropes and lewd
comments thanks to her outfit, but Jim had finally taken notice.
How many times had she fantasized about being sat on
this counter with Jim between her legs, when she was wiping up yet another
coffee spill? His stubble created shivers of anticipation against her skin, as
his large hand grabbed her thigh and grazed her slit.
"I've got you now. Sleeping on the job again, I
see."
She struggled awake to Jim's smirk.
"You're fired. Unless…"
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