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[xTerrax]

-- The thread is closed for Lustful_Intentions and me. Happy reading. --​

I think I should have known. The evidence behind it was pretty obvious, I think.

...

Okay, let me go back. I think that I'm beginning to get a head of myself here...​

Hi, my name is Mira Rodriguez. I'm twenty five years old and I work at one of those hipster cafes you see at the mall, every now and then. I work there full-time, I guess; it's hard to call it a full-time job for several reasons. For one, the place is always empty! Sure, we have our morning rush and all but aside from that I honestly find myself staring absentmindedly across the ground floor of this huge mall, watching the busy people walk back and forth. I try to keep myself busy, seeing as Mr. Wu (the owner of this cafe) sort of left me in charge with this bogus "manager" position. Honestly, I have my doubts that he even knows what's going on with this place, or how it barely makes enough money to pay for the rent in this busy part of New York city, and I wasn't about to tell him. But anyway, the second reason why I don't feel as if this is my full-time job, is because my passion is elsewhere...in modeling, to be perfectly honest. Yep, I do take amateur modeling shots of me, especially after a good workout. I guess that in the grand scheme of things, it's not really modeling but with a growing number of fans, I sure felt as if it was something possible in the near future. Call me optimistic, but whatever.

Not everyone was a fan though. For example, my parents who are devout Catholics from Cuba and Algerian heritage, hated the thought of me showing off my body for anyone's eyes to see. My husband, Peter, felt the same way...at least, at first. He warmed up to the idea of me taking pictures of myself and the like, because he liked the idea of "people wanting what they can't have". I mean, I was a little surprised when he told me that but hey, I took it because I saw it as a win. I got to do what made me happy and without any sort of guilt on my end. Little did I know that it wasn't completely selfless on his part, but I'll get to that a little later.

Anyway, so the job itself wasn't all bad however. For example, it gave me a whole lot of time to myself. I essentially got paid (although minimum wage) to just stand around and browse stuff on my phone. Not to mention, Peter worked in the office tower that was connected to the mall, so every so often he'd pop up and brighten up my day a notch. On top of it all, he'd get some free coffee that I'm sure helped him with his busy day of making cold calls and the like.

What is more, this job got me to catch up on my social media accounts. Like I said, I did some amateur modeling and there was nothing I loved more than to read over the comments, seeing the various messages that my fans, if you could call them that, would leave. Most of the users who would comment are those one time deals kind of things; they'd show up, see my picture (which was most likely tagged by someone) and leave a compliment or so. Very rarely did you get one of those reoccurring people - among them, there was this one man called Cody.

http://i.imgur.com/ahyU059.jpg
" Just taking a selfie before work. How do I look? "

Cody: Lovely lips! Just so luscious and kissable....

...

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He was one of those rare, reoccurring fans of mine...or honestly, just might have been my biggest one. It was always fun reading up on his comments, which often bordered on lewd and pervert, but not to the point where I felt that it was creepy or anything. Although, to be perfectly honest with you, I felt that they were getting pretty aggressive as of late. Again, not so much so that I felt as if my life was being threatened, but enough that I was occasionally taken off-guard and gasped whenever I read what he wrote. I'd sometimes reply back, in albeit a teasing fashion, as I thought that if I had a fan who took the time to write up a comment that the least I could do would be to reply back.

I even took the time to look into his profile. He was a pretty good looking guy, although a bit private with his personal life. From the pictures that I saw, he look a bit rugged, with a five o'clock shadow over his well defined face. His body, again from what I could tell from the photos, was pretty fit; although maybe just a tad bit out of shape. I guess the best way that I could describe this, is that he was maybe a football player a while back and although he kept some of that physique, he had a bit of a beer belly going on. Again, nothing really unattractive, but definitely wasn't some preppy businessman or anything.

So anyway, he'd comment every so often and each time he got a little more...sexual, I guess? I don't know, maybe I unknowingly encouraged him by responding to his comments and the like. What (or at least, I felt) drew the line, was when after a good workout, I posted the following picture:

http://i.imgur.com/6MctaSz.jpg?1
" Just had a crazy workout! #workouttuestday "
Cody: I can't help but wonder which direction those tights are headed, and how they look from the other side.
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Normally, I gave people a pass when I got some strange comments like that. I mean, I did have a killer body and believe me, some part of me enjoyed those compliments because of the hard work I did to keep my body this way. I'm 5'8" and have a really fit body from my workout routine that I pull off every week. I have abs, a fit stomach and a slim, toned body. But aside from my face and physique, what people really seem to notice are my ample tits (which are a 38D cup), thick thighs and, as Cody so attentively mentioned, I have a big plump ass. Those cheeks weren't all fat, seeing as I pull off so many squats, but I understood what he meant nonetheless. But that aside, I was a bit put-off by his comments as of late; they definitely weren't the only lewd comments that I saw on my profile, but there was something else that unnerved me a little.

He lived around the area.

Normally when you talk with people online, you definitely don't expect them to show when you're absentminded behind the counter. I wouldn't have known that it was Cody, but like I mentioned earlier, I was snooping on his profile and I knew how he looked like. I tried not to look surprised at all, and I feel like I did a good job. Thankfully, he wasn't as crude as he was on my Instagram account, but I was a bit taken aback when he asked whether we were hiring.

"Uh...Not that I know of. Sorry." I answered him coyly. He didn't seem entirely convinced, but passed me his CV nonetheless.

"Well, just take a look and let me know if I'm hired. I'd love to work here." he answered with a grin and a slight wink, before he headed off his way.

...​

Back at home:

"I don't know babe, I can't blame him for commenting on your body. Your ass is fantastic, you know that." Peter said as I passed by him on my way to the kitchen, his hand quickly moving past me and giving my butt a playful slap.

*** SLAP ***​

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I gasped, before I hit him in the shoulder. Nothing abusive mind you! Just enough that my message of "Peter! Don't be such a pig." came clear, even though I laughed a bit. He rubbed his shoulder and grimaced, before I continued on as I placed my dishes into the dishwasher.

"It's just that it seemed so embarrassing, you know? I kind of then got freaked out when I saw him in person. Like...did he know I worked there? Well, it's not as if I'll tell Mr. Wu to hire him or anything, we don't even need help."

I entertained the thought a little, wondering how it would be like to have someone else work at the cafe with me. They definitely wouldn't have their hands full and might be a bit of an unneeded expense, but maybe it would help make the time pass by a little. Still, I definitely wasn't about to hire Cody; especially seeing how I knew that he was a bit (and that was putting it lightly) lustful towards me. I pushed these thoughts aside when I close the dishwasher and set it up, turning around to see my husband, obviously in deep thought. I knew that look he gave out though and definitely knew that it meant that he was up to sometime. I gave him a look over, before I finally asked:

..

"What?"​

He stopped for a moment, picking up the CV that was on the table. His eyes scanned it and for a second, I knew what he was about to say. I hoped that I was wrong, but some part of me knew what was going to come out of his mouth.

"You should hire him."​

 

[Lustful_Intentions]

It was really more of a shot in the dark that I showed up at that little oddball shop in the mall, resume in hand. Sure, I knew Mira worked there, and I knew she’d be there. To say that I just showed up, thinking that she’d just take a liking to me, heck, that she’d even recognize me, was a bit naive, to say the least.

Still, I had plenty of time on my hands as the fall turned into the winter. My primary source of income - as a private pitching coach for the young men of the wealthier parents in our little town - lightened up a bit in the cold months as my charges moved onto basketball and hockey practice. Besides, at worst, I’d get a good look at Mira up close, and see just how real she really and truly was in all of those social media photos.

Of course, I guess that’s a bit of a funny story in and of itself. See, I don’t know Mira personally, as you might have gathered. But, see, I’m probably a bit more active on social media and places like that than a guy in his mid-30s should be, so, when a friend of a friend’s wife commented on one of Mira’s pictures how beautiful a certain red dress looked on her, and that post showed up in my news feed? Well, let’s just say I was more than a little bit interested. Smitten? No, that’s not it. Filled with lust?

That’s probably more like it.

Still, maybe it was the barely-veiled anonymity, but, Mira was….intimidating, I guess? Certainly, over the course of my life, I’d managed to spend time with a handful of very attractive women, but, none of them like Mira. None that fit and still shapely, and with that innocent smile that protected those ‘come fuck me’ eyes. If she was married (and it looked like she might have been, based on some pictures), then the guy who had her was a lucky son of a bitch, to be sure.

And so it was, on a chilly fall day that I showed up at that little rat hole in the mall, motivated by Mira posting a pouty little pic with a message saying that she was so bored and that she might need to hire someone just to keep her entertained. I smiled and introduced myself, held out a slightly calloused hand, and introduced myself.

I think she was a little shocked, because she barely responded when I handed over the hastily prepared resume. Maybe I let my green eyed gaze dig a little too deeply into her, because she seemed a bit in a hurry to dismiss me.

Still, I’d taken a chance, and if Mira did decide to call and offer the job, well, I had some ideas in mind for how I might approach such a situation.

 

[xTerrax]

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"What do you mean that I should hire him?! Didn't you listen over why I'm uncomfortable?"​

I turned to face Peter who was still holding the CV in his hands, his eyes gazing over what was written. I couldn't see why; I obviously took a look at it and it seemed to me that Cody's experience was all in sports related things - nothing related to barista related work. I mean, sure, he could work on the cash register but the place was nearly empty all the time anyway. I eyed my husband curiously and maybe a bit bitterly as I wondered just what was going over in that head of his.

"I think it would be good for you. You're always going over how sometimes you feel worried someone will try to rob the place, seeing as you're always by yourself" he finally spoke, glancing away from that piece of paper. He put it aside...somewhere, I don't know - I wasn't really paying attention to the movement of his hand. He continued "And honestly? I think it might be fun to get to know your fans a little. You never know, he might not be all bad."

"I guess..."​

I hated how Peter was able to convince me to go against my better judgement, but I suppose that he had a point. The job did a little nerve wrecking sometimes; again, not because there were lots of people around, but because how there was hardly any interaction with another human being. Anyway, so it didn't take too long before I called my boss and let him know about the application. Mr. Wu didn't seem to care much, and trusted my own judgement which left me with barely any excuse to say no. With a sigh, I picked up my phone and dialed the number on the CV.

Maybe he wouldn't pick up?

...

Well, he did and believe it or not he sounded pretty darn professional over the phone. I was honestly a bit surprised, given how flirtatious he was with me over social media. That said, I told him that he was hired and that he can drop by tomorrow. When I placed my phone away, Peter gave me that look that pretty much told me that he read me like a book. I sighed, preparing myself to hear those dreaded words:

"I told you it was a good idea."

...​

The next day, I found myself in the oh so familiar routine of showing up to work around eight in the morning; cleaning the counters and preparing the cappuccino machine for the clients. Okay fine, I was preparing it for myself and treating myself to some good old caffeine. I figured that Mr. Wu didn't know couldn't hurt him; pouring myself a cup and sipped on it while I glanced at the mirror, admiring my own reflection from the distance.

I know this might sound a little vain and conceited, but I really thought that I looked good; wearing a white long sleeve and a pair of tight jeans, I gave myself a little pose while no one was looking. I liked how my bust looked in this long sleeve; my 38D cup breasts looking pretty perky underneath the cotton fabric. My legs looked absolutely fantastic in these pants and my ass...well, it looked just as big and firm as ever. I pulled them up a bit, not liking the fact that my black panties were showing themselves a bit from the angle that I was in, so I needed to be careful with that - otherwise Cody would probably get a little peek if I leaned over the counter or something. That lead my mind to wonder what he would think of seeing me in person, up close for the whole day.

 

[Lustful_Intentions]

Traffic was a bit heavier than normal that morning, just enough to have me cursing a bit under my breath as I pulled into the parking lot and killed the engine. I’d planned to arrive just short of 8 AM to have Mira show me around a little bit before digging into the work. Granted, I didn’t expect filling simple orders and making change to be terribly involved, but, I’m nothing if not a slave to process.

As it was, running a bit behind schedule had me cursing under my breath a bit as I crossed the threshold into the shop. Smoothing my hands over the front of my jeans and and straightening my long sleeve white thermal shirt, I found Mira leaning on the counter, facing the front of the shop, the weight of her cleavage straining the front of her t-shirt, even as her bra worked its hardest at containment.

Seeing that we were wearing similar outfits didn’t surprise me. I’d seen enough of Mira’s pictures, and had a good feel for what was appropriate for the job, and felt good about my understated selections. In all, as I approached the counter, I felt relatively comfortable.

And then she looked up at me, having heard my footsteps on the worn ceramic tile.

Those eyes. Dark, almond shaped, and lovely. They caught me mid stride as I landed maybe three feet from the counter and snapped straight up, trying to fix my gaze to hers and plaster a smile on my face.

“Good morning,” I offered, pushing a hand somewhat nervously through my dark hair, drawing a long breath through my nose in the process. Calming myself and finding my more natural demeanor, I continued. “Sorry I’m a few minutes late, though it looks like I still beat the rush. You look lovely as always-mind showing me the ropes so I can be useful?”