Here it is. Jonathan Park took a book from the high shelf and grabbed a handkerchief from his pocket. He wiped a thin layer of dust off the book cover, sneezed, and stuffed the handkerchief back into his pocket. Tucking the book under his arm, he descended the ladder.
His customer, a distinguished, grey-haired man wearing a suit and bow-tie, held out his hands eagerly. "Well, my boy, I'm delighted. I never thought you would have this. Old Hendrik van Loon is difficult to find nowadays."
"Let me know if there's anything else by him that you're looking for, Professor," Jonathan said. "I'll be happy to do a search for you."
The professor looked down at the book, stroking his hand lovingly over the cover.
"Lori will ring it up for you." Jonathan glanced towards the front desk, hoping to find his flirtatious employee actually working rather than filing her fingernails.
Lori was a student at the local university who had convinced him that her major in English literature made her an ideal candidate for a part-time position as a sales clerk. Jonathan suspected that the sight of Lori's abundant cleavage rather than her knowledge of literature had played more of a role in his hiring of her. He now paid a daily penance for letting his hormones dictate his business decisions.
"Lori," he called. "Professor Martin has a purchase."
Lori looked up from her careful nail filing and snapped her gum. "Okie doke, boss. How's it going, professor?"
"Fine, dear, fine." Even the professor's gaze slipped briefly down to the generous valley revealed by Lori's low-necked sweater.
Jonathan sighed and adjusted his tortoiseshell glasses. One of these days, he was going to hire a friendly, little old lady who wore lace collars up to her neck, smelled of camphor, and whose last sexual experience had taken place during World War Two.
He turned and climbed back up the ladder to rearrange the books and fill the hole created by the professor's purchase.
"He's gone, boss." Lori called from below.
Jonathan looked down at her from his perch, only to discover that she was standing next to the ladder. She was a pretty blonde girl with a mischievous sparkle in her blue eyes, which were currently upturned and gazing at him. "Good, Lori. Now, if you could please finish doing the inventory on the history section, I'd appreciate it."
"Sure thing." She didn't move.
Irritated, Jonathan shoved the books back into place and descended a few steps. "Lori, when I give you a job, I expect you to do it."
Jonathan immediately realized his mistake in pausing halfway down the ladder, as Lori was now at a perfect eye-level with his crotch. Worse, she was staring directly at it.
To his horror, he felt his phallus start to swell with arousal. His position gave him a full view of the tops of Lori's creamy breasts, which only served to remind him how long it had been since he'd been with a woman. He could see the hard points of her nipples pressing against the front of her sweater. The deep crevice created by her full mounds fairly begged to be filled with the length of a hard cock... oh, damn. Jonathan winced and gripped the sides of the ladder as his trousers tightened further and his penis began to throb. Mentally, he told himself to get off the ladder, but he couldn't seem to move.
Maybe because Lori's gaze was fixing him to the spot. Her blue eyes lingered on the growing bulge at his crotch as she snapped her gum. She lifted her eyes to him, a small smile playing about her full, red lips.
"You know, I've been thinking that you should put together an erotica and sexuality section," she remarked.
Jonathan swallowed hard, willing his body under control. "Um, erotica?"
"Uh huh. Erotic classics like the stories of the Marquis de Sade, The Story of O, some of that fabulous Victorian smut."
"We have some of that."
Lori's eyebrows lifted. "Do we? Where?"
Anything to get her away from such close proximity to his groin. "Over in the fiction section."
"Hmm. Maybe I can be in charge of organizing certain titles into a specific erotica section."
"Great. Why don't you go get started?"
"Okay." She didn't move, but her gaze slipped back down to his erection. "Some of that Victorian erotica is pretty hot, don't you think?"
"I wouldn't know."
"You mean you've never read it?"
"No." Jonathan's hands tightened on the ladder. This was insane.
"Pity. Maybe I'll have to read some to you sometime. It's quite raunchy, all that repressed sexuality suddenly bursting forth in these amazingly orgiastic scenarios."
Jonathan coughed and sought to regain his composure and his position as her employer. "Lori, this is highly inappropriate."
"Your pants don't seem to think so." With a wicked, little grin, Lori lifted her manicured hand and pressed it against the protrusion in his pants, her fingers cupping and caressing it.
A layer of perspiration broke out on Jonathan's forehead at the sensation of the luscious pressure. "Lori -"
"Relax, boss. I'm supposed to be helping you out here. I mean, you're not paying me to file my nails now, are you?"
She winked up at him and took the zipper of his trousers between her fingers, slowly pulling it down. The raspy sound filled the air. Jonathan looked hurriedly towards the front door. There were no customers in the store, but someone could walk in at any moment. A shudder of excitement ran through Jonathan's body, and his fingers dug into the ladder when Lori slipped her hand into his open fly and began fondling the length of his penis.
"My, my, you really are the big boss, aren't you?" she grinned.
"Lori..." For the life of him, Jonathan knew that he would never be able to stop this, not when Lori's warm fingers were touching his cock and easing it out of his trousers. His heart began to pound violently, his breath escaping him in rapid gasps.
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