"Unexpected Item in Bagging Area"

[gearhead73]

"I'm just really upset about the break up is all," Miley said as she wiped her eyes.
"Alex?" Jason said with noticeable surprise. "Oh, well...yeah I had heard about your breaking up with him." Jason backed up a few steps and stepped up on the seat of the picnic table, then sat on its top. "I feel for you, I know how it hurts when a relationship ends." he lied. In truth, he didn't know. He had spent the majority of his life working toward his goals. Even in college, although invited regularly, he stayed away from the parties and the fun. He wasn't a virgin mind you, but as he tried to empathize with her, he realized he couldn't. He had never taken that leap with anyone. He had dated, and been in relationships, but he had never fully given himself to anyone. He wanted to. He wanted to turn his heart over to someone for safe keeping so he could be free to love unabashedly. He wanted to give his heart to Miley.
"But look, if you ever need to talk, I'm here. I am a good listener and I am willing to just let you sound off if it will make you feel better." Jason offered. "I know we get along good, and you are fantastic to work with, but I want you to know that you can come to me if you need to. Not just because I'm your boss either, but because I wanna be..." Jason paused. He took a split second to think abut the words he would say next. He knew what he wanted to be, but he was her boss, and asking her to become more than his employees was dangerous.
"I wanna be your friend." There, he said it and the words were like vinegar in his mouth. He felt saddened and angry that once again, he had to put the situation ahead of his needs. He needed a moment to clear his head, he needed to escape this situation before he showed his hand and crossed a line that couldn't be uncrossed.
Jason stood up and stepped down from the picnic table seat and walked next to her. Gently, he placed a hand on her shoulder and looked into those beautiful brown eyes now filled with hurt. Shakily, he said,"take as much time as you need Miley, I'll cover for you until you get back."
With that, he turned and slipped back into the break room.

 

[Emstar202]

The hope that had fluttered inside her soul like young girls feel in discount romance novels was shattered in an instant when Jason completed his sentence. "I wanna be..." There'd been a long pause, one that she'd got through with bated breath, but her hope was futile. "I wanna be your friend." He concluded before spewing something about letting her have as much time as she needed and some other niceties. The hope she'd been harboring in her heart for years had been foiled in this one little sentence of his. She should have know. Like her older employer would want to start anything with her. She was probably like a little sister to him or something. Miley swallowed back tears and collapsed back onto the picnic table when she heard the back door close on Jason's retreating form. All the words of comfort he'd offered her were now lost on her, because she was never really upset about losing her boyfriend, not really, she'd been upset about losing someone, the image of someone whom she'd thought she'd been in love with, and now, now Jason was just a dream forever out of reach to her.

She'd just been completely and utterly friendzoned.

~~~

The rest of the night went by painfully slow. It didn't matter that there were a lot of customers or that she was able to escape into the brisk night to get carts, the seconds felt like minutes and the minutes felt like hours. Her mood was off all night, but Jason didn't bother to speak with her again. Little did he know the reason she was so down was him, and not her ex-boyfriend. Eventually, the clock struck 8 and she turned in her register for the night. Despite the grueling afternoon it had been she almost wanted to offer to stay later, just so Allie wouldn't get a chance to be alone with Jason. This was foolish though; Allie was likely to win him over at this point.

"I'll see you guys tomorrow," she told Jason and Allie. He was stationed at her register bagging, just as he had been for Miley a week ago. Allie gave her a mischievous, double edged smile and waved goodbye. Miley got halfway towards the door, but then stopped, hesitated, and turned back. She approached Jason and spoke softly, "Thanks for being there for me today, it really means a lot." She forced a smile. She didn't want him to think she'd been ungrateful for his kindness. With that done, Miley headed to the door and didn't turn back.

 

[gearhead73]

'Work sucks!' Jason thought to himself for the first time ever. Up until now he had loved this place. He had devoted countless hours, holidays, time with his family, all so he could be here, at the store. He remembered back when he was a bag boy just starting out. Things were simple then. Mr. Piedmont still ran the day to day operations and Jason, through his hard work, had caught his eye. One evening as he was getting ready to leave, Mr. Piedmont had called to him, "Jason, good work today son. Keep it up and you will go far here."
Far...shit, he was still here, still putting in hours, still giving his life to 'the store'. "For what?", he thought. What did he really have to show for it? He had a house, and a decent car, some spending cash, and...no one to share it with. He felt at that moment all of it had been in vain. He was lonely, and the one person that he thought could cure it for him, was pining over some immature cocksucker named Alex.
The last few hours dragged by and when it was finally time for him to close up, Allie appeared.
"Jason, are we still on for tonight?", she asked flashing her sultriest smile displaying her perfect teeth.
"Sure Allie...", he sighed. "Go ahead and clock out and I will meet you in my office."

 

[Emstar202]

As much as people liked to assume, Allie was not an idiot. She may be a natural blonde, but she was by no means dumb. She knew herself well, her strengths, her weaknesses... and she knew how to play both to her advantage. She smiled at Jason despite his depressing demeanor and headed to his office, being sure to wiggle her ass as she did so. She may not have the brightest brain or the biggest breasts, but Allie knew how to work what she had to get what she wanted.

And right now, she wanted Jason, and a promotion. Both were within her grasp.

She poked around Jason's office for a bit as she waited for him and made sure to unbutton her work shirt as far down as it could go. When she heard his footsteps approaching, she leaned against his work desk, slightly reminiscent of a trashy porno where the employee gets banged over the desk.

"Hey Jason. Thanks for taking the time to see me," she said, arching her back as she stood to her full height to greet him.

 

[gearhead73]

"Hey Jason. Thanks for taking the time to see me." Allies words had stopped him in his tracks as he entered his office. Honestly, it hadn't been her words so much, as her state of dress. She was leaning against his desk with her legs stretched out, reclining effortlessly as if it were the most natural pose to take in her boss' office.
As if putting on a show for him she stood slowly, and started closing the distance between them.
"Allie, what are you doing?", Jason said in a serious tone with hints of both surprise and anger. "I thought you said you needed some help with something."
A mischevious smile started to form across her freshly glossed lips as she stopped only inches away from him.

 

[Emstar202]

She knew she had to tread carefully here. Miley was right, Jason was a goody two shoes, and if she wanted that promotion, she'd have to make it clear exactly how she was planning on getting it without making it too glaringly obvious at the same time.

"I do need your help," she said, so soft he'd have to strain his ears to hear her. Allie closed the distance between them and stopped in front of him, then reached around to close the office door, breasts brushing against his chest as she did so. "I wanted to talk about my job. Daddy's making me pay for more of my things lately, college tuition and such, and I was kinda really hoping I could get a raise." She said this last bit all innocent and shy like, looking up at him. "I thought we could come to some sort of... " she hesitated, searching for the right word, "arrangement..."

 

[gearhead73]

"Arrangement...", her last word hung in the air like cigar smoke at a card game. She was right in front of him now, and as she had reached around to close the door, her small breasts had scraped across his chest.
Jason was stunned, it was as if time had stopped and he could survey the scene unfolding in front of him at his leisure. His eyes had never really made it to her face. They were glued to the mocha colored expanse that stretch from her little blacklace bra to just below her navel. Her abdomen was flat, and lightly tanned and flawless. His eyes traveled up and down her stomach like taking in the perfection before him.
Allie's breast were small, but they were still breasts, and Jason, although his persona displyed differently, was still a man. In fact, Jason was a lonely man with needs, cravings, and desires like any other.
"Arrangement...", it bounced around in his head over and over. Her breath was soft, and sweet. The heat from her body permeated his work shirt and warmed the skin beneath.
He knew what she meant, there was no doubt. However, in situations like this, no matter how little of his rational side was working; he needed, no he wanted to hear her say it.
"Just say the words." he thought. His body was screaming for her to set him free and end the emptiness that he hid with his soft smile and casual demeanor.

"What kind of arrangement?..."

 

[Emstar202]

At first, she had expected Jason to hesitate, or be confused, or run like Hell, but deep down, he was still a man. She noticed the change in his demeanor when she made her advances, noticed his eyes roving across her. She smiled mischievously; this was going to be easier than she'd originally thought.

Allie giggled lightly. "You know what I mean Jason." She flattened her body against him, chest to chest, pelvis to pelvis. The one benefit of being so tall was her body aligned perfectly with his. She leaned forward and whispered in his ear, "A favor for a favor," she told him. It was meant to be a question, but it came out like a demand. Her hands laced through his and she gently kissed his neck. "I want you," she told him, words that of a cliche that she knew all men wanted to hear.

 

[gearhead73]

There bodies were mashed together now. The heat from her bare torso pressing against was searing. Jason wondered of he was about to be consumed by a great conflagration emanationg from their center and radiating outward toward their extremities.
"You know what I mean Jason." she hissed as her fingers intertwined with his. "A favor for a favor" she added with with a ferocity that let hime know that she meant it without saying what 'it' was.
Allie planted a few light kisses on his neck for effectand added,"I want you."
Jason was radioactive with desire. Allie was hot, and sexy, and here right now against his body. She had flirted with him many times before, but this was different. This, was an unspoken promise. A promise of what Jason could only imagine as indescribable pleasure; pleasure that he wanted, no, needed.
The years of being "the nice guy" had gotten him nothing. Sure, he had a career, he had some spending money, but what had he sacrificed to get it. He had sacrificed the possibility of love, of hapiness, of a family of his own for what! For loneliness, that's what! For meals for one, for sitting alone at the movies, for countless hours of porn and masterbation. He had even turn to roleplaying online as an outlet. He had had a short, but lurid affair with a woman named Emstar202, but in the end had been left empty, and hurting.
But now, Allie was here, in this room, in this moment; and she wanted HIM. He could feel it in her touch; the desire, the need to become one with him, "the nice guy". His heart was pounding, and the tension was growing in his groin.
Jason gripped her hands tighter, and pulled her into him until there was no space between them. This time he would not be denied. This time the "nice guy" could wait alone as Jason took what he needed.
"Say it." he growled. His eyes met hers, their lips were almost imperceivably touching. "No games. I want you to say the words!" His nostrils were flared, in moments he was going to unleash the beast within, all she need to do was turn the key.

 

[Emstar202]

Allie was shocked by Jason's growl and the way he hugged her tight to his body. His intensity and their closeness were making her panties damp with desire. Fuck, had she known he'd been this willing she would have unleashed her inner tigress on him long, long ago. Stupid Miley, making her believe he was such a stand up guy. Pfft, he was just like the rest of them, and the only reason Miley had tried to convince her otherwise was because she wanted Jason for herself. Well, that was too damn bad, because she hadn't had the guts to do anything about it, and now here Allie stood, body pressed to his, and when she shifted her weight to kiss his neck, she felt the evidence of his physical desire. He wanted her. She wanted him. And what Allie wanted, she got.

"Say it." he growled at her. "No games. I want you to say the words!" Her pussy throbbed at his aggressiveness and, wasting no time, she moved a hand down and grasped his dick through his slacks, looking him dead in the eye even as her face turned hot and her breath turned ragged.

"I suck your cock," she stated, unbuttoning his fly. "Take you deep to the back of my throat." Ziiippp as she pulled them down his thighs, his cock straining against his boxers. "Make you cum." Her fingers curled in his briefs and she yanked them down, leaving her face to face with his impressive erection. "And you give me a raise." And just like that, she was going down on him, hands grabbing his ass to pull him closer, tongue darting out and playing with the head briefly before thrusting her mouth all the way down onto his cock.

 

[gearhead73]

The moment the words left his lips she seemed to come alive. He could sense her arousal a the beginning, but this was more. This was a fire, an explosion. Her face moved from his neck to look him directly in the eyes. He could see the sparks, as they danced in her irises giving clear signs of her arousal.
Her breath grew ragged. With a slight touch of venom she said,"I suck your cock..." The words left her lips with a seriousness he had never seen in her before. This girl, this spoiled little rich twit was now before him a woman. A woman that wanted him. A woman that had in plain english told him what she was going to do. No games, no ambiguity, just sex.
The words set forth a series of events in both Jason's mind and body. His pulse started pounding in his ears, his breathing quickened, this is what he had needed to hear. His cock was straining to escape the confines of his boxers and slacks.
"...take you deep to the back of my throat..."she added as she tore her hands from his grasp
and started to slide down his body. The dexterity of her hands barely registered unbuttoned his fly and and slid them down his thighs as she squatted before him.
"...make you cum..."she added just barely above a whisper as her fingers curled around the waistband of his boxers and yanked them to the floor allowing his erection to spring free; almost hitting againgst her lips. She was face to face with his cock now, and the look on her face showed Jason that her need was as great as his.
Jason however, didn't care about her need. In a departure from his "nice guy" personality has was making this all about him. All of the wants, desires, the needs that he had suppressed and buried deep within his persona were now making their way to the surface. Like a freight train emerging from an underground wheelhouse, they were making their way into the light. They were moving slow, but strong and unstoppable. He had wanted, no, needed this for so long that now that it was within his grasp he would not be denied.
His hands made it to the back of her head and his fingers wove themselves into her soft blonde hair. Her hands moved to his ass giving an unspoken confirmation of what was about to happen.
Her tongue darted out and fliced across the head of his cock. That fist touch tentative, but holding the promise of more intense pleasure to come.
Just before she took him full into to her mouth she continued,"...and you give me a raise."
Jason froze, his train of emotions that seeking freedom form their dark resting place derailed and started to crash into an explosive pile of heat, metal and rage. How could he have been so stupid. Allie didn't want him, or sexual release. He had never had any illusions that she loved him, or even liked him, but he had thought she was at the very least attracted to him.
But this wasn't love, or lust, or even just sex. This was something terrible, this was vile and disgusting. She hadn't come to him out of curiosity or need, this was a transaction.
"...a favor for a favor...' she had told him. What had he been thinking?
He hadn't hadn't been thinking, he was tired, and hurt, and horny andhose emotions had blinded his judgement. Once again somebody needed him for something for themselves. Once again his needs were an afterthought to someone elses'.
His anger was becoming rage and with a sudden jerk of his hands, he pulled her head back and off of his cock. He relased her hair and took a step back, in one swift motion he bent and pulled his slacks and boxers back into place. In a voice that left no room for argument he said, "Get out."

 

[Emstar202]

She stared at him, utter incredulity outlined in her every feature. She'd been so close, had him at her mercy, completely absorbed by her, and then, just as suddenly, he'd pushed her away, denying her of the cock she so desperately craved and the money she so desperately needed. Allie was kneeling on the floor, eyes still directed upwards into Jason's hard, cruel gaze. Her mind took a moment to catch up with her body, and she stood shakily to her feet.

Allie had never heard him so angry before. Such venom and rage had been in his voice as he'd pushed her off his dick. Allie had never been denied before. Rejected for a relationship yes, but plain out sex? No. Perhaps she shouldn't have been so forthright in what she'd wanted. "Jason I--" but the look he gave her was one so vicious she snapped her mouth shut and rushed past him to the door, holding her unbuttoned shirt together as she left, like a wounded dog with her tail between her legs.

~~~

The next few days at work were awkward, to say the least. Generally, it was common sense that nothing good ever came of flirting with your boss, and to get denied by him? Well, that was even worse. Allie skulked around the store like a sad puppy all week long, snapping at customers, messing up orders, and glaring at the back of Jason's head.

Miley noticed this behavior, but she had no idea what had occurred between the two of them. She was absolutely curious, but whenever she hinted of this to Jason, he would play dumb, and Allie, well, she was like a rapid dog. Miley wouldn't dare approach her for information. So she did her job in the usual manner, curiously plaguing her every thought. Obviously, Allie's ploy to seduce him hadn't worked. Miley felt a sick satisfaction at that, even though Jason seemed so sad. What had happened? Had he thrown her out of his office right away? Why wasn't she fired yet? Maybe she'd finally ask him after work tonight when they closed together.

 

[gearhead73]

For moments after she left he just stood there. His rage was still coursing through his body and with an enormous amount of adrenaline, causing him to shake. At last, he moved toward the other side of the room to his desk. He sat and placed his forehead in the palms of his hands as his elbows rested on its surface.
"How could I be so stupid!", he thought. After all of these years being careful and never crossing the line he had given in.
"Fuck!", he said aloud as the image her on her knees, cock in mouth looking up at him flashed from his memory to his closed eyelids like many of the porn scenes he had perused in his 39 yrs. Her eyes had indicated so much pleasure, but had it been his dick that was causing her reaction?
No, it couldn't have been. Allie may have been horny, but the look of ecstasy that she had worn was one of victory; of ownership. She had gotten what she wanted and was silently celebrating his enslavement through fellatio.
Jason started to calm, and as he opened his eyes he noticed the timecards that he had meant to sign before the almost tryst with Allie had distracted him.
"Fuck it!", he said to no one, "they can wait until morning."

***************************

The next morning, after half of a night's sleep and a half pint of Jim Beam, Jason went back to work as though nothing had happened. There was tension, but everything continued as it always had. Jason would go from department to department like always, only now his visits to check out were noticeably shorter.
Allie avoided him like the plague, and had been performing her duties even worse than before. Jason knew eventually he would have to confront her about it, but he wasn't sure how. For now he thought it better to handle any complaints about her himself until he could reach a solution. He didn't think it would be wise to fire her, especially since 72 hrs earlier she had been blowing him in his office. He shuddered as the memory of her mouth came rushing back to him.
To top everything off there was Miley. She was still as beautiful as ever, as friendly as ever, as hardworking as ever; for all intents and purposes she was perfect. Jason tried to act as if nothing had changed between them, but he knew that his guilt over what had happened with Allie had to show in his face like a neon sign.
He wasn't Miley's guy, but he wanted to be. The standard that he had set for himself demand a man that was strong, and true; unwavering in his commitment to her. Although they were not now nor ever had they been a couple, Jason felt unworthy of her. His sadness was reflected in their interactions together. He was sure she could tell there was something wrong, in fact she had asked him a couple of times, but he had never offered and explanation. He would just smile his best 'nice guy' smile and say, "I'm just tired, everything's fine."
It wasn't fine, he was pretty sure he had lost the girl he never had.

 

[Emstar202]

Miley hated not knowing things! She wasn't a gossip, but if it was her friend or someone she cared about keeping things from her, she'd do anything to find out. Even approach the one person she disliked the most at this store.

Allie.

During a lull, Allie was just lounging against her register, snapping her gum obnoxiously and daring anyone to come to her line. Miley was on carry-out duty today, which meant she had to gather all the carts from outside and bring them back in the store. Most of the girls hated carry out, but Miley thought it was a nice change of pace from servicing customers. Taking in carts left her mind free to wander, but in the case of today, it was also free to worry. Miley had spotted Allie like this when she'd went to the girl's register to pick up the hand baskets the customers had left, and with a deep breath, Miley released the question she'd been holding in these past few days. "Hey Allie, so how did it go with Jason the other night?"

Allie's back was to her, so she couldn't seen the vindictive expression that crossed the girl's face. Deeply hurt by Jason's denial, and jealous over his attention to Miley, Allie didn't want to give her coworker the satisfaction of knowing she'd failed. Anyone with eyes could tell Miley was in love with Jason, and Allie was far too jealous to allow Miley to believe she had any chance with him. She turned slowly and arranged her face into a coy smile. "Oh... it went... okay," she said, pretending to be thinking back on some highly romantic affair.

The smile faded from Miley's face. "Oh," she said simply. "So, um, what happened?" She tried to appear nonchalant and cool, but there was no hiding the anxiety on her face.

Allie gave her a half smile. "He wouldn't give me a raise but..."

"Yes?"

"He gave me something else, you know? Except I'm pretty disappointed," she hesitated, lowered her voice and said in a harsh whisper, "For a blowjob I was at least expecting a small pay increase, but hey, what are you gonna do?" This wasn't a complete lie, so even if little Miss Goody Two Shoes Miley reported her, Jason wouldn't be able to deny it. Allie relished the look of horror that crossed Miley's face.

"Are you serious?!"

"Mmhmm."

"But he--"

"I know."

"He seems--"

"I know." It was plain from Allie's tone of voice that she was not going to reveal any more information to Miley. But now, Miley was more curious than ever.

"Is that all that happened? Tell me you didn't have sex."

Allie considered adding more details to the story, but figured it was best to leave well enough alone. "No, just a blowjob."

"Oh."

"Yup."

Miley didn't know what else to say, so she turned from Allie's register with heavy steps and brought the hand baskets to the front of the store. She didn't want to believe Allie. Jason seemed like such a nice guy... but he is a man Allie's voice echoed in her head. Miley thrust the baskets down violently and completed the rest of her carry out shift in a fit of anger. The rest of her shift passed by horribly slow, and every time she'd pass Jason, and he'd give her one of his little friendly smiles, she wouldn't return it. She had to talk to him. Have him tell her this wasn't true. A thousand what ifs ran through her head. If she'd gotten to him first, would he have accepted her advances? Or was Allie something special to him? She couldn't be, for Jason hardly was ever in check out anymore and they regarded each other coldly. Yet, what if their frosty attitudes towards each other were just a cover up for their affair? Her imagination was out of control, as if always was. She had to know the truth.

Finally, the end of the night approached, and it was just her and Jason left in the store. They were not talking as much as usual, and Miley was left trying to come up with the best way to bring up this awkward topic. Eventually, when Jason told her she could shut her light off and head home, she decided it was now or never.

"I want to talk to you," she told him, point blank, targeting him as he organizing the podium for tomorrow's opener.

 

[gearhead73]

Finally, the day was almost over. All of the customers and staff had gone home to their lives outside of the store except for Miley.
Jason could that she had something on her mind, but their conversation throughout the day had consisted mostly of 'okays' and 'no problems', but nothing substantive.
He had figured that it was just as well. The time for romance, or lust, or whatever had passed. Now was the time to refocus on job, financial security, and health. Maybe a little vacation was needed to get things back into perspective. He made a not in his calendar to call corporate tomorrow and see if they could send someone to cover for him for a week or so while he 'got his head right' as his Dad had always put it. Some fresh air, and a change of scenery could be just what the doctor ordered.
The decision to get away lightened his mood. Soon this place and these people would be separated by miles of wilderness and the drunken fog provided by his favorite adult beverage, Southern Comfort.
"Miley, you can turn your light off and go home. You did great today, thank you." Jason said he passed her register and headed to the podium to set up for tomorrow.
"I want to talk to you." he heard her say in a tone that was unusually fierce for her.
He lifted his head form the papers he had been shuffling and watched her make a beeline for him as if she were on a mission.
"Uhm, sure, what's up?" he inquired.

 

[Emstar202]

Her day had been miserable. Jason had been acting so weird with her. Everythin was "Thanks Miley," or "Good job, Miley" no "How ya been?" or "What's up?" none of the jokes and easy going laughs they used to share. This made her nervous, and made her even more suspicious of him. She didn't want to believe Allie, but it was really hard not to. Allie was the type of girl who stretched the truth and was an attention whore, but she wasn't the type to outright lie. She was smarter than that.

Miley looked intently into Jason's green eyes, as if searching for an answer in them, but it was a lost cause. There was no way she could decipher his thoughts or feelings from just looking into his eyes. He looked hurt, and sad, but she didn't know why, or how. She figured she should just be honest here. Hit him with the truth hard so he didn't have time to come up with an excuse. "So um, I heard about you and Allie," she said simply. She tried to hide it, but there was obvious hurt reflected in her curious hazel eyes. She watched him closely, not wanting to miss his reaction, even though the heat of his gaze made it quite difficult not to shy away. It was made even more hard by the fact he was a good head taller than her. She had to direct her gaze upward, and it made her appear far more daring than she actually felt.

 

[gearhead73]

"So um, I heard about you and Allie," said Miley.
'Oh my God!', thought Jason, 'She knows what happened.' His pulse quickened and his back stiffened slightly at the statement she had made.
'How does she know? How much does she know? Had that BITCH had the audacity to blab to everyone about their encounter? Apparently sucking cock isn't the only thing she does with that mouth!', all of these thoughts fired through his mind in rapid secession.
Trying to play it cool he answered," What about me and Allie?"
Had managed to sound calm he thought, but inside he wanted to run.

 

[Emstar202]

"Um, well, she said..." Miley's voice was faltering now, and for some absurd reason she wanted to cry. She averted her gaze from his and stared at the cold, tiled floor. "Are you guys... a thing? Like... together? Now?" That's all she managed to say at first. But then she couldn't leave it at that. She pushed on, afraid to hear his answer. "I heard about what happened in your office." She glanced up at him. "Do you do that with all your female employees?" It was a stupid question, and sort of meant as a sick joke, but the humor in her voice was bitter. The question had slipped past her lips before she'd been able to put a stop to it. She bit her lip hard and looked away, tears burning at her eyes. Fuck! She wasn't supposed to be the upset one in this conversation! But gosh, was she jealous! So very, very jealous! The very idea that had slithered into her brain took a hold of her and wouldn't let go. What if this had been going for a while? What if Jason wasn't as nice as she thought he was? And worst of all, if he did do those things, why hadn't he ever made a move on her? They'd been alone together numerous times. Was she not pretty enough or something? Miley couldn't help it. When she had one inane thought, it led to another and another, before she was overwhelmed by the burden of them.

 

[gearhead73]

"Um, well, she said..." Miley began shakily "...are you guys... a thing? Like... together? Now?"
Jason could feel the rage he had experienced less than a week ago building once again in the way you notice the winds pick up before a summer thunderstorm.
"I heard about what happened in your office...do you do that with all your female employees?" she had virtually spat the words in his face. Her tone seemed angry, yet her eyes conveyed an element of surprise. It was as though she couldn't believe she was saying them.
Her face shifted away, and she was no longer making eye contact.
Jason was beside himself. This was Miley, his friend, or so he thought. This was the Miley that he had laughed with, and cared about, and treated with respect at all time. Yet now, she was a stranger, everything that he thought he knew about her and his world at the store shattered with every single syllable of her words.
He exploded, "Do you mean toss them out on their asses when they try suck their way into a higher tax bracket?" His rage would not be denied this time. The 'nice guy' was gone, dead, replaced by a hurricane of pain, looking to join it's sisters fear and loneliness to for the perfect storm of emotion.
"Is that what she told you? HUH! Did she give you all the juicy details about how she had my cock in her mouth for a nanosecond before I set her to steppin?"
"Is that what you think I do here in the evenings the we work together. You think I pump and dump the girls around here so they can line their wallets? Is that so easy for you to believe?"
Jason was on a roll now, his rage was turning to hate and disgust. If this is what they think he is, then this is what he will give them.
"So!" he thundered as he stepped to her. He was less than inch away from her body, and a sadistic grin was forming on his lips. "Is that what you wanted to know?", his voice was low now. The roar was replaced with a slick, greasy tone most would associate with trying to coax a hooker into your car.
"Is that why you're here? You lookin to get a new laptop, or cell phone? 'Cause I can help, and the thought of tappin your fine ass is thinkin I might add a little something nice so you can get your mom some flowers."
He was enjoying it now, making someone hurt the way he did. He had no intention of following through, but,'Fuck it, if you are going to be part of a rumor, make it people want to hear.' he thought.

 

[Emstar202]

His outburst astonished her, even frightened her. She took a step back, almost fell over her feet, but he closed any gap she tried to make. He was positivly livid, and it terrified her. She actually thought he might hurt her. His face was turning red and the volume of his yells were growing louder with each word. "No, I don't think--" Miley tried to reassure him she thought far better of him than that, but his rage could not be stopped. It could not be contained. Her words had just as much affect as a beaver dam during a flood. "Jason! I know you--" but Nothing she said had any affect. She had hurt him badly, and now had to suffer the consequences. Her own insecurity and doubt had punctured their friendship, and she feared she could not repair it. Tears started streaming down her face, like the rivers running wild during a storm. He was scaring her, terrifying her in fact. He was always so sweet and kind and understanding, but tonight, tonight was different.

Jason took another step towards her so their bodies were mere inches apart. His voice changed form a thunder to lightning, no longer so loud, but low, sharp, and menacing. He condescended her, mocked her, offered to do the same thing to her that she'd accused him of doing with other female employees. "Is that why you're here? You lookin to get a new laptop, or cell phone? 'Cause I can help, and the thought of tappin your fine ass is thinkin I might add a little something nice so you can get your mom some flowers." His words were sharp as a razor. Miley didn't bother to try and stop her tears any longer. She leaned away from him and stumbled. "I don't--" sobs strangled her words and she took a few deep heaves. She hated it when people were mad at her, especially when she was the cause of their grief, and especially when that person was Jason.

She averted her gaze to the window, watched a car leave the parking lot, trying to steady her breath and figure out something to say so he would stop yelling. Finally, after what seemed like minutes of impossibly loud silence, Miley turned her blurry gaze to him. "I'm sorry!" she cried, unable to express just how much. Jason was right; she was a fool to believe Allie for one second but... in all honesty it was Miley who'd drawn that assumption about him, just based on him receiving a.. 'favor' from Allie. She hated the way her mind worked, drawing assumptions and making vast leaps and bounds about things that weren't so. One thing resonated with her though. The blowjob was true, at least, kind of. Miley glanced into his greens eyes that were filled with hatred, and gulped, looked away. She had no idea what to say.

"I don't think you're like that," she told him finally, the words barely audible. "I was just..." Jealous? Worried? Angry? Wanted him for herself? None of these things seemed right to say, but they were all true. "Please forgive me."

 

[gearhead73]

It was over. The perfect storm that had been Jason had reached it's crescendo and was rapidly dying down to a gentle breeze. His heart was still racing but was becoming steadier. His breathing fast, but shallow much like cooling down after a workout.
He was in a daze, his mind numb, but at peace. He had let go of years of pain, and the hundreds of pounds of guilt that had been heavy on his heart. He was free.
He didn't recall parts of what had transpired in the last few minutes, but as his eyes regained focus they settled on Miley.
He only remembered bits and pieces; fragments of phrases like."I don't--" and, "I'm sorry!" were bouncing in and out of his memory.
He was trying to remember what he had said or done when Miley's voice snapped him awake and at last he was here, in the present, with her.
"I don't think you're like that..." she said in a voice so light it was barely audible. Tears were streaming down both sides of her face and she was trying to put space between herself and him. She looked terrified and hurt; barely resembling the Miley he had once known as a friend.
"I was just..." she whispered, "Please forgive me."
What had he done? This woman, who last week he was trying to work up the courage to ask out was now moving away from him in fear. The person that he cared about more than anyone on this earth was afraid of him.
'Afraid...of me...but' he didn't give himself the chance to finish that train of thought. His instincts were beginning to kick in. He was the 'nice guy', and she was his friend; and she needed his help.
Slowly he extended his arms as he moved toward her.
"Miley" he said in a soft warm tone. He moved to her and gently placed his hands on her shoulder. That first touch of her was electric yet comforting, like going home after being away too long. He started to pull her to him in a gentle embrace.
His voice was hoarse, and rough, but friendly. "Come here."

 

[Emstar202]

Miley almost flinched when he came closer and rested both hands on her shoulders, but relaxed quickly upon hearing his warm tone that accompanied his actions. "Miley." It was her name he spoke so gently. She'd always loved the sound of her name on his lips, especially when spoken in good humor and in that gentle, deep tone of his. She accepted his hug, relieved he'd gone back to the old Jason. His voice was still hoarse from yelling, but he wasn't scary anymore. She supposed he'd just needed that outburst. He couldn't be cool as a cucumber and keep a level head all the time, especially when she'd been accusing him. She should have known better. She should have trusted her friend.

His arms were warm and strong around her smaller frame. It felt so nice to be in his arms. She'd forgotten these feelings of first romance, the tingling sensation at her core, the butterflies in her stomach, the dizziness of the mind. It was tantalizing. She breathed him in deeply. He smelled so good. It was some decadent mixture of cologne, detergent, and pure male. Miley buried her face into his chest as he held her tight. The tingling between her legs got stronger the longer they embraced. This was beginning to seem less and less like a friendly hug the longer it lasted. Her hands rubbed his back gently, up and down, back and forth. "I am really sorry, you know," she spoke into his chest. "I don't know what I was thinking. I guess I just couldn't stand the idea of you being with Allie. She's just not right for you but I... you deserve better," she changed her words and inclined her head upward and smiled shyly. The rest of her sentence got jumbled up in her throat. But I am she'd wanted to say, but instead she contented herself with allowing this feeling of comfort and warmth to consume her completely.

 

[gearhead73]

At last she was in his arms. After months, if not years, of waiting; finally they were one. He loved the feel of her, the way she fit o perfectly against him. She had been tentative at first, but now the tension melted out of her body and it felt as though she gave herself to the embrace completely.
Miley had buried her face in Jason's chest and he had lowered his head so that his lips were resting in her hair. He inhaled deeply and his senses became instantly awakened by her scent. 'Jasmine?' he wondered. 'Who gives a shit.' he admonished himself. It was her and that's all that mattered.
"I am really sorry, you know," she spoke into his chest. "I don't know what I was thinking. I guess I just couldn't stand the idea of you being with Allie. She's just not right for you but I... you deserve better."
He could feel her hands caressing his back as she spoke. Her touch was soft, but confident. The movement of her hands sent silent messages through the nerve endings of his skin as if to say, 'It's ok, Miley's here now.' The feeling of her in his arms was exquisite. It surpassed any fantasy he had ever had.
He cared for her, maybe even loved her. He wanted to hold her like this forever and make sure that nothing could ever cause her pain. He wanted to be her man, her lover, her confidant, anything she needed.
Unfortunately, he new that for him to be able to be any of that. he need to clear the air about that night. If he didn't, he would always be holding something back, and she deserved better. She deserved him.
"Miley" he whispered as he moved his head away and used his hands to gently lift her face to his.
He planted a gentle kiss on her lips, and said," let's go somewhere where we can talk."

 

[Emstar202]

Miley would have been content to stay in his arms all night long, just standing there beside the podium in the empty store, but Jason broke the silence, pushing her back slightly to say they needed to talk. At any other point in her life, those words would have terrified her,but accompanied with that warm smile of his, she knew it couldn't be anything bad. Then he'd kissed her. It hadn't been a slow, sensual kiss or a passionate one, but a chaste virginal kiss that left her wanting more. She melted as she stared up into his green eyes. She wanted to kiss him again, but she knew that even though they were currently blissfully happy, him wanting to talk in private was something they did need to do. Miley needed to know exactly what had happened between him and Allie.

"Okay," she agreed. A little nervous, she grabbed his hand in hers and led him out of the store after he'd locked it. There was a table outside a little bistro in the same plaza as Stop-n-Shop, which she led him to. The night air was void of activity, safe for the sounds of cars rushing by. She sat across from him at the table, absentmindedly running her fingers along his palm. "So what happened, Jason?" she asked, knowing her would understand what she was referencing, even without context.

 

[gearhead73]

He heard her say "Okay." and he was relieved. She had agreed to come with him and that meant something. He knew he was going to have to apologize for his tirade, but at least she was willing to listen. He began to hope that maybe there was still a chance they would still be friends if not more.
Miley took hold of Jason's hand, and after locking the door and walking across the parking lot, they were seated at a table in front of a bistro located in the same plaza. It was late, and quiet. As they sat Jason couldn't help but notice how beautiful Miley looked in the yellow glow of the halon parking lot bulbs.
Her hair was slightly mussed and her eyes were still a little puffy from crying, but Jason still thought she had never looked better. She looked real, and vulnerable and her eyes held a feeling of uncertainty, but hope.
Jason was growing apprehensive, but he knew that the conversation they were about to have needed to happen. There could be nothing left unsaid if they had any chance to be together. Honesty was the foundation that Jason wanted to build a relationship on, and honesty...was hard.
"So what happened, Jason?" Miley asked breaking the silence.
Jason drew a deep breath, squared his shoulders, and prayed.
"Allied tried to seduce me so that I would give her a raise." he said searching her eyes trying to discern her reaction. "she had told me that afternoon that she needed to talk to me about something. She said she needed my help. After close, when everyone had left she said that she would meet me in my office. When I got there she had her shirt on but unbuttoned."
Jason shifted in his chair as he spoke. He was growing uneasy, but he knew he had to continue.
"When I asked her what she was doing she came to me. She said she needed money and she had an idea how I could help." , he cringed at what he imagined Miley was thinking.
"I asked her what she meant, I mean I knew, but I just wanted to hear her say it." he said try to make it make sense.
"I was so lonely, and she was so close...it doesn't matter... she said that if I did her a favor she would do...favors for me." this sounded bad, so bad, but he couldn't stop.
"She said that if I gave her a raise, she would...give me oral... then she started to...and then I threw her out." he stressed that last part, hoping it would make a difference.