Chapter 3

And so it began. The next morning it was some older guy, someone who worked with his hands, which were callused, and who spoke with a growl. When he uttered the trigger phrase, she led him to the cart and within five minutes, behind a locked door, she had his dick halfway down her throat.

Surprisingly, his personality changed while she was on her knees giving him head. He became quieter, grateful, almost submissive. He moaned as she bounced up and down on his dick, calling out, “Fuck, yes!” in rhythm with her motion. After a few minutes more his voice tightened, more grunts than anything else, until he grabbed her head and unloaded his cum into her.

“Oh, shit, oh, shit, amazing, baby, I got off so hard!” She ran her tongue around his dick, cleaning up the leftovers, until he whimpered and begged her to stop. “Jesus!” he said. “There are some other places with better prices, Brenda, -- I’m a contractor -- but I’m gonna be doing all my shopping here from now on.”

There were two more customers with “special needs” throughout the day, and they left feeling very happy. Brenda, not so much after the second one. The second one pulled out of her mouth just before he came and ejaculated all over her face. His aim wasn’t that good, and he got some in her hair and on her shirt. Brenda tried to strike the balance between anger and ‘we’ll chalk that up to a mistake’. It was awkward because she couldn’t go out looking like that because everyone would know. Fortunately, she found a roll of paper towels under the sink and was able to clean up enough to pass inspection.

By the end of the week, she was averaging 4-5 per day. Other customers, the ones here to actually purchase floor coverings or tile, would look over from where they were standing at one of the other counters, thinking ‘those people look like they really want her to help them. Maybe she really knows what she’s doing. We should probably stand in that line.’.

And sure enough, when the regular customers got their turn they found she was knowledgeable about the products and didn’t try to up-sell them. Brenda was a good saleswoman.

Once, the nerd Bernie came back for a second round, though again she thought he looked familiar, but couldn’t place him or recall his name. Someone she’d known in her past, maybe high school? Maybe it’d come back to her if she let it simmer in her unconscious, she thought as he pushed his dick into her mouth.

Her boss dropped by one afternoon and told her he’d been getting a lot of very nice comments from customers whom she’d helped and he was impressed. Since she never remembered the ‘special need’ customers after hearing the trigger phrase, she just assumed it was the regular customers looking for carpeting and tiles.

Brenda was surprised by how much she liked her job. Of all the possible employment opportunities she’d considered starting way back in high school, this hadn’t even been in the top thousand. Life’s really surprising that way.

Weeks went by and several times a day someone would inquire if by any chance they carried back-splash tile in brown barnwood. She would take them back to look in one of the places she thought it might be, but she never did find it. Still, the customers never seemed to be disappointed and always left happy.

She thought that she ought to mention it to Bob, who handled ordering, because there had been so many requests for it, but she always forgot by the time she got back to her counter.

Toward the end of a workday several days later, a man approached her counter with a smile. “Hello, Brenda. You were very helpful the last time I was here, so I wonder if you could help me find bathroom tiles in the pattern ‘Purple Field Mice’?”

Her arms again went limp and she stared off into the distance while he chatted. Anyone looking their way would be certain that he was describing the product he hoped that they had in stock.

“Perhaps it’s in one of the rooms in the back, Brenda. Maybe we should take a cart there and look.”

She nodded, and he followed her out the door. She drove the golf cart skillfully and pulled off behind one of the sample bathrooms built into a cube. She opened the door and he followed her in, then she closed the door and locked it.

“You still look amazing, Brenda. I can’t tell you how disappointed I am that we won’t get to be together. You made me happy. Tell me, have you been happy after you’ve given your special customers that added attention? How did you feel afterwards?”

“I felt good that I’d been able to make them happy.”

“And I’m sure that they felt wonderful. You have a talent, Brenda. You have some other talents, too, and you should share those as well. Are you still on birth control, Brenda?”

“Yes,” she said.

“That’s good. I want you to stay on it. From now on you will wear skirts and dresses to work. But you will not wear panties. Bare-ass naked under your skirt, got it??”

She nodded assent.

“Good. You have a spectacular pussy, Brenda, really one in a million. Others should know what it feels like. So if someone approaches you and asks if you have vinyl tile flooring in the pattern ‘forest glade’, you’ll take them on a cart ride to one of the kitchen or bathroom cubes to look for it, lock the door, then fuck them till they unload in your cunt. That will make them really happy, and because they’re happy, you’re happy, right?”

Brenda nodded.

“Okay, let’s see if you’ve got it down. Brenda, do you have vinyl tile flooring in the pattern ‘forest glade’? We don’t need to go anywhere else, this’ll do fine.”

Today, however, she was wearing slacks. And panties. She felt a little embarrassed that she hadn’t been able to follow the rules, so she kicked off her shoes and pushed her slacks and panties down as quick as she could. She looked a little uncertain, not knowing how he wanted her.

“Sit on top of that vanity, Brenda, your ass at the edge. Pull your knees up. Oh, fuck, look at that glorious snatch.” He was fumbling with his belt and pushed his pants down before it was fully unloosened. His dick was pointing up, like a retriever marking where the pheasants were hiding.

He took a step toward her and fumbled with his dick until it was pointing in the right direction, then pushed forward. Her pussy was a little dry, and he had some difficulty getting it in. “Maybe you should buy a couple of small bottles of lube, just to have around, Brenda. It’ll go in a lot easier.”

He didn’t waste any time with foreplay, just pushed in and out, grunting. There wasn’t much finesse to it, nor any thought to what she might be feeling. She was just a convenient receptacle for him to bust a nut. “Fuck, that’s it, baby, almost there. Grab my dick with your pussy, squeeze it.”

He choked out, “Oh! That’s it, right there, I’m cumming, baby!” Eyes shut, he gasped as he pounded his dick into her. When he finally slowed to nothing, he pulled out, trailing a stream of cum that dripped down the face of the vanity.

“Jesus! Best pussy in the world, baby. Unbelievable.” He pulled himself together and got his pants back on. Brenda sat there, her knees still back, cum leaking out of her.

“That’s a very sexy look, Brenda, but it might be a challenge to look professional back in the showroom with cum leaking through your slacks. You should probably clean up.”

A bit of a problem, because the sample bathrooms had no running water. They were just stage sets, constructed to give people an idea what they’d look like when completed. She worked her way off the vanity and checked the various cupboards. She was in luck. Someone had left a roll of paper towels and a spray bottle of glass cleaner, probably to give the display a once-over every so often.

She took a couple of paper towels and wiped herself, then another and sprayed down the surface where she had leaked cum. She wiped it till it was spotless. It was a little awkward, but she folded a towel into a narrow strip and placed it inside her panties to catch any leakage. She thought, I won’t be able to do that if I’m not wearing panties.

She pulled on her pants and shoes and they returned to the golf cart. “Well, that puts a bright look on my morning, Brenda. So, you remember what you’re supposed to do? What’s the phrase you’ll be listening for?”

“Someone will ask if we have vinyl tile flooring in the pattern ‘forest glade’,” she answered.

“That’s right. Smart girl. You’re going to make people really happy, aren’t you?”

She returned to her counter, and watched him walk out with just a little bit of a swagger. What was it that he’d been looking for again? She hadn’t been able to find it, had she. She should probably drop a note to Bob to order some, as soon as she remembered what it was.

She had only one more special customer that day, a guy in a suit who looked a little out of place, but perhaps he was a weekend do-it-yourselfer. He pretty much confirmed her suspicions when he said he was refurbishing a bathroom and would they have back-splash tiles in the pattern ‘brown barnwood’? Her eyes went blank as soon as she heard the trigger, and when he stopped she said, “We’ll have to look in the back. Let’s take a ride.”

The same quick trip in the golf cart took them to a demo bathroom, where she closed and locked the door behind them. She was on her knees before he got his suit jacket off. He was more aggressive than she liked, grabbing her head and forcing it onto his dick, fucking her face. Fortunately for her, he had little endurance and was soon teetering on the edge. She made sure he stepped over it by tickling the back of his scrotum with her fingers which made him shout, “Fuck, yes!” and push his dick into her hard.

There wasn’t that much cum and she swallowed it, working on his cock with her tongue a little longer until he begged her to stop. As she pulled off him, he smirked at her and said, “Bet you haven’t had one like that before, have you?”

She silently agreed with him. They’d all been better.

“Did that make you happy?” she asked.

“Bet your ass it did, baby. Made my day. But I gotta run or I’ll miss my train.”

She drove him back to the front showroom, and he swaggered out the door with a nod to her. She wondered if she was getting forgetful, perhaps a sign of some deteriorating mental process, because she couldn’t recall what it was he’d been looking for. She mentally shrugged and told herself to start writing these things down so she had a record. She had a spiral notepad in her car’s glove compartment she could use. It might be a good idea to keep track of what people were asking for anyway, if only to see what the trends were, to make sure they had the popular things in stock.

When she got up the next morning and was getting dressed after her shower, she thought that the previous day had been a little warm, and that it might feel cooler if she wore a dress. And even cooler still if she skipped her panties. She blushed at the thought, afraid that people might know, but she’d be careful of how she moved and sat. So she wore a loose, ankle-length summer dress with a flowered pattern and thought it looked quite nice.

She parked in her usual spot and as she got out, she had a momentary buzz, something she’d forgotten, something that she’d wanted to do ... It took her a moment, then she thought, “Oh, right, track trends, a record of what people had been looking for.” She reached across to the glove box and pulled out the notebook, stuffing it in her purse.

The store hadn’t opened yet, except for employees, and as she walked in she got a few whistles and friendly catcalls from her associates. “Look at you, honey!” “Lookin’ good, Brenda!” She smiled. She liked the people she worked with, and it didn’t feel at all sexist, just friends complimenting her. She was happy she was here.

It was a busy day, approaching the weekend, and a lot of DIY-ers were getting ready for their weekend projects, perhaps stealing a half-hour from work to do a little shopping so they could get an early start on whatever they were building. Brenda was busy, and in demand. The word had gotten around, it seems, and the word was that the young blonde who looked like she’d maybe gotten off at the wrong bus stop actually was the one who really knew floor coverings, who worked with your budget, who suggested less expensive alternatives if it was going to blow your budget.

And each time she dealt with a customer, she jotted down what they were looking for and if she’d been able to find it.

By eleven o’clock, she was feeling a little light-headed, and asked Martha, the girl at the next counter, to cover for her for a few minutes. She spent ten minutes in the break room with an iced tea and felt better, and went back to her counter.

“That guy over there was asking for you, Brenda. I offered to help, but he said he’d wait for you.”

“Okay, thanks for covering, Martha.”

The guy glanced over and saw that she’d returned and he made a beeline for the counter. She saw his eyes fasten on the name tag to make sure. “Hi, Brenda. I hear you know where everything is. I’ve been looking everywhere for a specific item, and if anyone knows where to find it, I’ll bet it’s you.”

She smiled at him. “Well, I hope so. What are you looking for?”

“I haven’t been able to find it anywhere else. It’s vinyl tile flooring in the pattern ‘forest glade’. Do you have it?”

She felt her arms going limp before he’d finished the sentence, then realized that he’d asked her a question. It took her a moment to remember. “I’m not sure. It’ll be in the back, though, so we’ll have to look for it. Come with me.”

The trip in the cart was short, and while they drove he talked about his work as a contractor, asked if she’d ever done any, if she was handy with tools. No, she said, she mostly stayed in the supplies end of things, as they stopped at one of the kitchen demos. “Maybe in here,” she said.