“That looks good. Feel okay?” Tracy asked as Bill whistled one last time and went back to his desk.
Jessie nodded in response, and Tracy fished another out of the box for her.
“Okay, here are a couple of skirts to go with it. Go ahead and go to the bathroom to change into those, and we’ll see you in a few. Oh, did you need to run home and get different shoes or anything?”
“I have some appropriate ones in the car that I wore to school,” Jessie said. “I’ll just wear those.”
After changing into the skirt and making sure that Tracy was good with the length, Jessie sat and filled out some paperwork, then took her extra uniforms to the car, changed into her other shoes, and went back inside. She sat and talked with Bill and Tracy a bit more, then playfully texted her boyfriend when his lover, Vicky, complained that he hadn’t had sex with her yet, until finally it was time to go and shadow someone.
Walking her out into the dining area, Tracy escorted her over to a very pretty blonde, Samantha, that had just stepped away from one of her tables. She was very sweet and kind and was patient with Jessie when she asked questions. Jessie sensed that Samantha, or Sam as she said she liked to be called, might not be having the best day. There seemed to be some kind of sadness about her, but she didn’t know her nearly well enough to pry.
After a little while, Jessie was retrieved by Tracy and went back to watch some silly training videos in the manager’s office, and they let her go home soon after.
*****
Dexter
Having had sex and not having an orgasm, Dex was feeling a little pent up by the time he got off work, but it wasn’t anything he wasn’t used to. As he got home and went upstairs to get out of his work clothes, he began to think that it wasn’t just having an excess of cum in his balls that was bothering him. It had happened before after he’d been with Vicky, but he didn’t pay it much attention then. This time though, he’d begun to notice that he felt a little… different. He just didn’t know what it was, or why he felt like he did.
The curious arrangement that he had with Vicky and her husband was certainly understandable, given her nature, and he liked taking care of her sexual needs. She was clearly a nymphomaniac, and he knew that she could have easily found herself in over her head if she didn’t have him as an outlet.
Not to mention the simple fact that he liked having sex with her. Getting incredible blowjobs and having sex with this undeniably gorgeous woman was definitely not bad thing. The blonde vixen gave arguably the best head that he’d ever received, and he’d be hard pressed to say if she or Jessie were better. She was incredibly sexy, as well, and it obviously felt great when he was having sex with her. Her tits were small, but her pussy was always nice and soaked, and she was so very enthusiastic.
There was something about the way she treated him like he was a God to her that was incredibly endearing and likable. It would be hard for anyone not to love having sex with someone that acted as if they thought you hung the moon.
Jessie had been the one to set it up, so it wasn’t any worry that she was upset. His girlfriend was just about as enthusiastic about having him fuck her friends as he was about fucking them. No doubt he was a lucky guy, given his girlfriend’s desires for him.
Vicky’s husband, Eric, wasn’t the issue either. He was almost as into her having sex with Dexter as she was, and even liked to watch the two coupling. It wasn’t like he was concerned about Eric being upset or coming to find him and confront him.
Still, there was something in his gut that made him feel… odd. It was getting a little irritating for him, not being able to figure out what was eating him. He frowned, then kicked off his shoes and stripped out of his clothes. Laying on the bed in his boxers, he tried to brush off the nagging feeling that he’d done something wrong or forgotten something.
Sighing, he sat up after a few seconds and relegated the thought to being paranoid, and took a deep breath, then forced the thoughts from his mind. Grabbing his phone, he called his girlfriend to see how her day went and if they were going to hang out that evening.
“Hi baby!” she said after answering the call.
“Hey. How did the interview go?” he asked.
“I got the job!” she said happily. “I got my uniforms and even worked for a couple of hours today!”
“That’s awesome, babe,” he told her.
“I met a really nice girl named Samantha, and a few other folks. My first day was pretty fun, and my boss and the assistant manager Tracy were super nice!”
“Good to hear,” he said.
“How was your day?” she asked. “Did you take care of Vicky?”
“I did,” he said. “I’m happy to report that I nailed her.”
“Good!” Jessie said. “She sounded so upset that you hadn’t taken care of her.”
“I know, I know,” he said. “She was playing it up a little though. She’s fine now. I’m a little pent up, though. Are we going to hang out?”
“You mean am I going to suck your cock?” she asked, drawing chuckles from him in response.
“You know me so well, babe,” he deadpanned. “I’m fine not fooling around, you know. You’re the one that wants me to nail all your friends.”
She giggled into the phone. “I’m just kidding! Of course, I want to see you! It’s been like… 12 whole hours or something!”
“I’m gonna get cleaned up and then head over then,” he said.
“‘k. Hurry!” she replied. “Love you!”
“Love you too,” he answered.
After showering and getting dressed in something decent looking, he let his dad know he was heading out, then went over to Jessie and Donna’s. After arriving, he parked and hopped out. He knocked on the door, then turned the handle, knowing that Jessie was expecting him.
Her flying leap at him a few seconds later was the confirmation that he was expecting. Giggling as he caught her, she immediately leaned in to kiss him. That’s when he noticed that she was still wearing her work uniform.
“Isn’t it just so sexy babe?” she asked, hopping down and twirling around for him.
“Damn,” he said, whistling as he admired her get up. She was wearing a black skirt that seemed shorter than he remembered it being on the other girls, and a top that was checkered black and a brilliant green color. It was tied in the front in a simple not, and her breasts looked absolutely spectacular in it.
“You like it?” she asked, beaming at him.
He grinned, then slowly nodded. “You look fucking delicious. I don’t know if you working there was such a hot idea.”
She rolled her eyes and shook her head. “You’re such a kidder. I’ll be fine. There are security cameras and security guards, and they even call the cops if someone gets out of line.”
He looked closer, noticing something else about the top.
“You aren’t wearing a bra?” he asked.
She giggled again. “No silly, it’s too low cut. See?” she asked, lifting the top down and exposing herself. He helped himself to a large glass of staring at her tits for a few seconds, then peered inside the top and saw the padded interior that looked a bit like a bra cup.
“It has built-in support,” she explained, replacing the top. “See?” she asked, shaking her shoulders back and forth and then jumping up and down.
Her tits bounced around wildly, and he couldn’t help but stare in awe at the ridiculously enticing sight.
“Oh… my… God…” he said, his head moving back and forth as he followed her wildly bouncing orbs, causing her to stop and burst out in laughter. “You’re gonna make so much damn money,” he told her.
“Oh, stop it Dex,” she said, stepping back up and kissing him again as she rolled her eyes. “You know that all the girls wear this stuff, and they’re all gorgeous and have big tits.”
“Yeah… but Jesus Christ babe,” he said, as if that explained his point completely.
She giggled, but then took his hand and led him back to her room.
“So, what’s the plan for tonight?” he asked, still unable to tear his eyes off of her, this time watching her ass bouncing in front of him, the skirt serving to accentuate her rump and entice him even more into wanting to wear it as a hat.
“Mmm, well, Donna has something planned for the four of us,” Jessie said. “She said that we owe her, and she plans to collect on that tonight.”
They’d entered her room and he got comfortable on the bed while she talked.
“I’m supposed to make sure you’re fed and ready for fun,” she added with a smile.
“Man, I keep thinking I’m going to wake up from this ridiculous dream I’m having where I’m in love with a sex-loving knockout with perfect tits and a delicious ass, that not only lets, but wants me to fuck all her friends, and actively sets shit like this up.”
Jessie giggled, only offering a shrug of explanation.
“So, we’re going to eat first then?” he asked, amused but letting the thought go.
“If you’re hungry. I want to run by your dad’s and talk to him a bit, then see if Candy’s home.”
“Still trying to set them up?” he asked.
She grinned and nodded. “Want to go with me? I’ve got an hour to feed you and get you back here before Donna’s ready for you.”
He chuckled and shrugged. “You going to wear that?”
She adopted a pensive pose, but then rolled her eyes at him. “No, silly. I was just keeping it on to show you how cute I looked!”
He watched, amused, as she stripped down and pulled on some pants, a shirt, and some sneakers, then disappeared to the bathroom to touch up her makeup. Ten minutes later, they were pulling through a fast-food place, then headed back over to his dad’s. He wolfed down the food as he drove, polishing it off just before they arrived.
“Hi Papa!” Jessie called out as they entered.
Dex saw his dad look up from the couch, then stand to accept one of Jessie’s tackle-hugs.
“Hey there,” he said. “What’s the occasion?”
“I found you a date!” she said, smiling widely.
His dad chuckled in response. “Oh, I don’t know, Spitfire. I think I had my run of local women.”