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I couldn’t believe what I was seeing... he was my new coworker? That tall, dark and handsome over there? Why was here in the first place? Surely he could get a better job than this... perhaps modeling upon which I would worship the ground he walked on... which might already be an issue... I can see Wesley talking to him. I can’t hear them over the bustling of the crowd but I know they’re talking about his little locker in the backroom, his new position, and all that silly nonsense. Why was Wesley bothering? Didn’t he know that the new guy didn’t belong here? Didn’t he know that those muscled arms belonged on the cover of Playgirl? Buffy chuckled to herself. Playgirl... like she’d ever actually looked at one... “Excuse me... hello in there... you are supposed to be serving here!” “Hmmm... what?” I ask, turning back around to address the rudeness of whoever the hell was talking to me. I narrow my eyes when all I see is a young girl with streaky blonde hair completely covered in bubblegum pink. She couldn’t possibly be serious... while I may work at the Doublemeat Palace, I have a little bit of fashion sense... I mean, that shade of pink? Realizing where my train of thought is going and coming to the conclusion that I had spent one too many days shopping with Cordelia, which the brunette insisted on calling ‘therapy sessions’ after my breakup, I smiled as sweetly as I could before speaking, “The line starts over there.” I see her eyes switch between me and the long line where people wait impatiently. She glares at me. “I don’t need another meal,” she snaps. “I need more ketchup.” “And you came all the way over to the dark corner to ask me that when there were three other people behind the counter?” I ask snottily. She opens her mouth in shock before huffing and turning around. I roll my eyes. Damn girl better not complain... it was her who started it. “Buffy.” The voice interrupts my thoughts of third grade court and I turn to my name. The breath immediately escapes me when I see him standing before me. God, he’s even better looking close up. How can that be possible? So... yummy... I feel my tongue dart out to wet my lips and I blush as his eyes switch to watch it rove over my mouth. They almost instantly move back to my eyes and I can feel his gaze attacking me... in such a good way... the wetness between my legs surges forward and I feel my knees shake slightly as Wesley introduces us. I can barely hear him. His voice is so distant yet I manage to stick my hand out to shake his. “Nice to meet you,” I say softly, squeezing his hand a bit tighter at his oddly soft skin. I would swear later that a fierce jolt rocked my system. “You, too,” he says just as quietly and I smile up at him. Wesley merely looks between us before smiling himself. “Great. Buffy, do me the favor of showing this young man to his locker and collecting his gear. I want him to start today... we are a little short handed.” All I can do is nod, my hand still clasped in his. I watch his mouth quirk into an amused half-smile. What was he thinking? “Buffy?” It takes a moment, but I finally snap back to reality. What am I doing, standing here, staring at a man I don’t know... just barely met... hadn’t Parker hurt her enough for the last two years? I turn to look at my employer. “Will you show him?” “Yeah,” I reply quickly, practically ripping my hand from his as I lean against the counter, half to keep from touching him more and to steady my weak feet. “Yes,” I reply with a more professional tone as I push myself away from the cracked counter, smoothing my hands down my outfit, suddenly remembering the horrible hat sitting on my head. My eyes switch to his beautiful hair and I realize he’ll have to cover it with the hat... what was he doing here again? Why isn’t he an actor or something? “You can follow me.” I can’t help but notice his open perusal as I pass him by and Wesley nods in satisfaction before turning to help with the customer overload. My back tingles and I want to think that he is staring at it, but who knows... I might just be paranoid. “Your locker will be back here,” I say, cringing as my voice cracks according to my dry throat. Dammit, I curse to myself, wishing I didn’t look like the obvious moron I must look. “And you can keep your work outfit here as well... there is a washer and dryer to clean it...” “Where can I find this outfit?” I practically jump out of my skin as I realize he is standing directly behind me. His deep voice makes the hairs on my arms stand up in a strange mixture of desire and a heavy dose of lust. His hot breath tickles my neck. I turn around to face him on what I can only blame on instinct as I look up at him. Swallowing thickly, I respond, “O-over there.” I stuttered. I can’t believe I stuttered. I felt like dying on the spot as his gorgeous smile lit up his face once more. God, he’s laughing at me. Tearing my eyes away from his, I turn quickly. “Your locker is in the corner. I need to get back to work.” Before I can leave, as I desperately needed to do, his hand shoots out and grasps my elbow Just needed to get away from him. Where she could ignore him until he hopefully forgot about her humiliation and embarrassment. But then his strong fingers were caressing me right where it feels good on my elbow, that small spot, and I gasp as a fire of hot desire roars against the pit of my stomach. I turn to look at him. “I don’t know where the outfits are,” he says in a husky voice. God... his voice shoots threads of chills raining over my body and I look into his eyes. They’re so much darker than they were before... so much more intense... so damn sexy... “I can show you,” I say absently as his hand moves up my arm, his hand leaving a trail of lusty pain against my flesh. His large hand moves over the horrible red-orange of my shirt before resting against the side of my neck... his thumb... dear God that thumb... He leans in and I feel my eyelids are heavy as I look up at him. His expression is nothing but want... exactly what I was feeling... the intensity of it slightly frightened her before adding a shot of thrilling excitement. Before I know it, his lips are a mere centimeter away from mine as he breathes softly. “Where?” “Over there,” I manage to say before his lips are on mine. He doesn’t bother with pleasantries as he delves his strong tongue into my mouth, demanding entrance. All I can do is comply, opening my lips to grant him entrance. As if it has a life of its own, my tongue instantly greets his and soon we are in a desperate duel. I don’t even feel him pushing me back until I hit the cool metal of the lockers. I break the kiss to gasp for breath as he bows his head down to attack my neck. His hands roam my body endlessly and I can feel them all over until he focuses his attention on my ass. He cups it and I feel as if it fits perfectly into the curve of his hands as he pulls me up, lifting me from the floor. I instantly wound my legs around his hips as my back digs into the roughness of the locker doors, but my mind is elsewhere. His kisses are like a drug and I’m suddenly, painfully, addicted. I can’t get enough as I push my tongue into his mouth. I can feel his hard cock pressing against the juncture between my legs and I curse myself for feeling the need to wear pants instead of my skirt. A small but dire obstacle... “Lose the pants,” he grunts in my ear and I moan in agreement, my fingernails digging into his back. Suddenly I’m on the floor and I blink before he smirks at me. Realizing what he wanted, my hands fly to the button of my pants and I push them down anxiously as he slowly unzips his own jeans. Looking up at him as inconspicuously as I can as I lift my foot free, I watch as his hard cock pops free. I freeze. How can a man be as big as he is? How could he possibly fit inside me? A small amount of panic instantly rises in my chest and I wonder what I’m doing until he reaches out for me again. I’m already moving to him, my arms winding around his waist as he hugs my shoulders, his mouth on my in an instant. All the thoughts I thought about thinking were gone in a millisecond as I once again experienced the pleasure of his tongue. I move to jump into his arms again but he speaks before I can. “Underwear,” is his chosen word and I blush deeply as I realize I had forgotten them. I can feel my hands shaking as I push them underneath the waistband, pushing them down impatiently. His hot gaze is on me as are his hands on my hips. My sharp cry of surprise at the cool metal touching my heated flesh echoes in the small room and he smirks before looking over his shoulder. “Keep it down... wouldn’t want to get fired on the first day.” I merely smiles him, at a loss of words. But then thinking isn’t required and I’m being lifted once more. One hand snakes in between my legs and I feel his long fingers at my wet entrance. I bite my lip, his words ringing in my mind as he caresses my clit. The sensations coursing through my body are like hot lava and I fight the urge to cry out. Wouldn’t want Wesley to walk in on this... wouldn’t be good... “Oh, God,“ I whisper as he moves his fingers in sharp circles, caressing every angle possible. I tighten my legs around his hips and he grunts in response, increasing his pressure. “Yes... oh, God, don’t stop... don’t stop... yes... don’t stop...” And then I explode. I clutch him to me and he responds by leaning against me, pushing me further into the lockers. My fingernails dig into his back and I push my face into his shoulder to stifle my cry. Even with the extra precaution, it sounds loud to my ears and I pant roughly as my hot juices seep forward. It is then that I realize I can feel the velvety tip of his hard cock against my thigh, rubbing gently. He moans slightly as some of his thick pre-cum drips onto my leg. It’s hot and leaves a wet trail as it falls further. I faintly feel his hand move away from my quivering clit towards his hard member. My eyes snap open as he positions it at my entrance and I meet his eyes. All I see is a small twinkle before he thrusts into me deeply. I can’t help the loud cry that falls free from my lips and his hand shoots out to cover my mouth, his hips pausing in their actions as he waits for someone to walk in. As silence passes, he slowly pulls back before pushing back in. I can smell my juices on his fingers and it only fuels my hot desire for him. His mouth replaces his fingers as his pace increases, his hard cock caressing my hot flesh in the most delightful way. Everything that had weighed on my mind before was gone... it was as if I was seeing the world in a different light. Everything was made better... just as long as he was thrusting that hardness into her. I can hear small grunts coming from his throat and I feel my pleasure increase at the knowledge that it is I that elicited that reaction from him. The meeting is short and hard and the loud jostling of the lockers behind me is ignored... it was what I would come to think of as delightfully violent. It takes a mere few minutes before I’m once again coming around him. I can feel my walls clench against him tightly and I know that he feels it as well. His eyes squeeze shut as he thrusts into me a few more short times before I feel his hot cum shoot into me. I find myself coming again and I allow a low moan to escape my throat. It was the first time I had come during sex without my clit being caressed. And it had been better than everything I had ever experienced. He slumps against me and I pant into his hair. Before I know it, I’m replacing my clothes and straightening my shirt. He lets me know my hair is mussed. I tell him he has light pink lipstick on his lips. And then I show him where he can find his outfit, his locker and how to use the washer and dryer. And then back to work. FIN
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