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I feel the night explode, when we're together.
Emotion overload, in the heat of pleasure.

Take me, I'm yours, into your arms, never let me go.
Tonight, I really need to know.

Tell It To My Heart, tell me I'm the only one.
Is this really love, or just a game?
Tell it to my heart, I can feel my body rock.
Every time you call my name.
Taylor Dayne.

March 1985

Since the new year began, I had only dated women outside of work. Tracy had briefly returned, and we went on a horrid date. She had angered when I admitted under duress, that I only tried to fuck her because I was horny. Tracy had screamed, cried, and even assaulted me, while I slumped helpless in the passenger seat of her car. I didn't expect to ever see her again.

Because Erica had started going out with Samuel in February, Anna had resumed her matchmaking duties, and set me up with a customer. Like at least half of my dates, we had zero romantic connection, and I abruptly left her at the bar. The small satisfaction I gained from being rude to her didn't match the money I had spent, but it helped. Being a jerk to people I didn't care about allowed me to be kind to the ones I liked.

Such as Wendy.

She sat with me on my porch couch, and as usual, had her foot on my thigh to receive the foot massage she loved so much. "God, can you believe it, Ray? Samuel said he still loves me, and wants to get back together. I've told him so many times, he's not right for me."

I never asked why she broke up with Samuel, even though Wendy had interrogated me about what happened with Alice. "He still loves you? So, Erica is just a temporary thing for him?"

"I don't know. She's... I don't think Erica and Samuel are going to be together very long."

Leaning down to flip the Muddy Waters LP on the garage sale portable record player, I asked, "Why do you say that?"

Wendy blushed. "I can't really tell you. You'll have to trust me."

I wanted to press her on it. I also wanted to fuck her. Both of those seemed to be bad ideas, so I let it go.

"Wendy, Erica still flirts with me."

Why did I say that?

Wendy stood up from the couch. "Listen, Ray. All the women you've been with, have they been good people?"

I pondered it. "For the most part, they were wonderful. Like you. There were a few who were awful, but I didn't care. It was just sex."

Wendy smiled at the compliment, cracked open a beer, and lit a cigarette. She rarely smoked, but the stress of her mother's illness had obviously become worse. I took a sympathetic drag, which amused her. "Yeah, I thought so. This is going to sound horrible coming from me, but be careful with Erica. You don't see... all of her."

I objected, "Wendy, I don't think we are..."

She cut me off. "Oh please. You and Erica are going to happen. Everyone knows it. The way you look at each other, how you talk to her while inches apart, the way she touches you. Everything."

Yes. How she touches me. I love how she rubs those amazing tits on my arm or back every day. Shit, I'm getting hard just thinking about it...

Wendy laughed, "See, that goofy look you just got. You were thinking something naughty about Erica!"

I nodded. "You caught me, Wendy."

She offered me the last puff of her cigarette. "Erica's eighteenth birthday is next week. Are you going to her party?"

I could have moved things around to attend, but had no interest in partying with teenagers. It never occurred to me that my evening on the porch with nineteen year old Wendy exactly fit that description. Her maturity and integrity usually made me forget her youth.

"No, that's not my scene. Maybe I'll get her something, though. Any suggestions?"

Her perfect lips formed a wry smile. "Well, maybe. No, forget it, Ray. You shouldn't."

"What? C'mon, help me out here, Wendy. I'm terrible at gift giving."

Her pendulous breasts shook above a visible black push-up bra. Like most women, as soon as the restaurant closed, she had unfastened the top two buttons of her work shirt, and sported moderate cleavage. The night in December when had I finally asked her on a date, she had four buttons undone. I knew what those two states of undress meant in Wendy Code, but three open buttons still confused me.

"Ok, Ray. You asked for it! So, there's a new store at the mall, Victoria's Secret."

I nodded. I had noticed all the mannequins in the storefront, dressed in very skimpy and sexy lingerie. The prices seemed quite reasonable for such fancy garments, and the store overflowed with customers. "Yeah, I've seen it."

Where is she going with this?

"I heard Erica asking Maritza what wearing a thong feels like."

Ten thousand thoughts ran through my head. Maritza had formed her own posse, and Erica had reached some sort of arrangement with her. My sister had been correct, that they would work things out, and our workplace had become peaceful in a way that I never could understand.

The image of Erica and Maritza trying on sexy panties together, overwhelmed everything else in my mind for a second, but then retreated to a corner.

I gaped at Wendy. "Are you kidding me? I can't give Erica a thong. I haven't even done anything with her..."

Yet...

Wendy finished it for me with a wink. "Yet."

She absentmindedly took another cigarette out of her pack, then put it back. "I'm only half kidding. Normally, a gift like that would be tacky, but... you know, it's Erica. She would love it from you."

Tacky Erica. Catty Wendy...

"Ahh, forget it. I'll just tell her happy birthday."

"Yeah, that might be best. But I know how reckless you are, so think about it."

"I will. Well, thanks for the warning Wendy, but I can handle Erica."

Her face saddened. "I'm sure you think you can, but be careful, I don't want to see you get hurt. You're more fragile than everyone thinks."

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

April 1985

The clickety clack of heels approaching the office took my attention off balancing the books at 9:00 pm. All the women wore soft soled shoes while working, but I recognized the sound of Erica's smooth stride. I felt a lustful stirring as I rose to greet her. Though nothing beyond accidental intimate touches in the course of our work had occurred, we had maintained a slowly escalating low-level flirting. Her playfulness intrigued me, and every day with Erica left me erotically stimulated. She was well aware of the effect she had on me, as she had commented a few times on my excited state.

Mmm, it's Erica...

She sang as her steps came closer. "Ray, come see my new car!"

"Hi Erica, how are you... whoa!"

I must have looked at her from head to toe a dozen times. She often changed into street clothes after her shifts, but the cold winter had meant pants, sweaters, and jackets. The unseasonably warm early April evening allowed her to wear a skirt and halter top. Her fingers fluffed the teased out shoulder length hair, as she strutted into the office like a fashion model.

Those legs, my god...

Her plaid skirt was not meant to be so tight and short, but the fullness of her thighs strained the fabric, plus she had hiked it up, so the hem lay a mere six inches below her crotch. Little white boots with a four-inch heel brought her enchanting eyes almost to my level.

I took a step back, as I was not finished ogling her.

She really is beyond sexy...

Nearly a foot of bare midriff stretched between her skirt and halter top, and highlighted a completely flat stomach. The tight top emphasized the fullness and unbelievable firmness of her bust, which seemed to defy gravity. A single button that she probably never fastened led to a modest gap, from which her generous cleavage peeked out.

Unable to help myself, I gestured for Erica to turn around. The roundness of her ass surprised me. In her work and winter clothes, I had been able to see how her narrow waist flowed into lush hips, but I had not expected the peachy ripeness of her buttocks. She proudly rubbed her hands over them, while eying me in the wall mirror.

"Erica, you came here, on your night off, just to show me, your..."

My gesturing hand mimicked her sensual curves. I added a smirking grin to match her own.

"...car?"

Erica strode right up with her chest almost touching mine, daring me to close the infinitesimal gap. Her half-lidded seductive gaze made me lose control, and I put a hand very low on her waist to draw her close. Her breasts seemed to scorch me where they brushed my thin work shirt.

"Yes, that's why I'm here, Ray. I wanted you to see... everything."

With a bit-lip smile, Erica took my hand, then led me out of the office. She giggled and pouted when I disengaged outside the door. Wendy and other coworkers could see us, so I had to maintain some decorum. "Umm, Wendy? Please watch things. I'll be right back."

Erica brushed the front of my tented slacks with her hip as I held the front door open, causing it to spring back after she passed. I gasped as my legs weakened.

Holy shit, that's never happened from such a small touch. She's incredible...

She put a hand on my chest. "Are you okay?"

I closed my eyes for a second, savoring her touch and the ecstasy. "Yeah. I'm good, Erica. Really good. Let's go."

Wendy glared at me from across the restaurant, and I felt a twinge of guilt.

I'm sorry we don't have the same effect on each other, Wendy. I would love you, if I could...

Erica walked so close to me that her hips and breasts lightly swayed against my body. I offered my arm and she enthusiastically grasped it.

I could fuck her right now...

"You got a car for your birthday? I'm sorry I missed your party."

"It's alright, Ray. It was just my friends from school, and Yalda."

"No Samuel?"

Erica girlishly frowned, "No, I'm not with him anymore."

Just like Wendy predicted. I wonder what happened...

Not knowing what to say, I just nodded and smiled at her.

"Look, Ray. Here it is! I chose it myself."

Her brand new Toyota Corolla's silver paint sparkled under the arc lights of the parking lot. I expected her to drive something a little more fun, but her excitement led me to hide my disappointment. "It's really cool, Erica. I love it!"

She kissed my cheek, then opened the doors. "I had an Alpine installed yesterday,. Check this out."

I leaned in to watch her make a show of removing a cassette labeled Erica's Dance Mix from the center console, then popping it in the soft blue-lit stereo. First song up was Debbie Gibson's Shake Your Love. Erica skipped around the car, then pulled me out of the passenger seat. I stood dumbfounded as she expertly danced around me.

She's really good. I could watch her dance all night...

A light hand on my shoulder or cheek, and breasts dragging up and down my back, made her performance more interactive than I felt comfortable with in the back of the parking lot. Nonetheless, I allowed Erica to finish her show, then applauded. "Did you take dance classes? The way you move, it's beautiful."

Her eyes brightened at the compliment. "Yes, my school has a program. I was in it last year."

She turned the volume down as Taylor Dayne belted out Tell It To My Heart. The flashy moves of her last dance gave way to simple, seductive swaying, that still showed considerable skill.

With just a hint of shyness, she put her hands on my shoulders, and looked into my eyes. "I'm glad you liked it, Ray. Thank you."

I'm supposed to kiss her now. Shit...

Taking a step back, I looked at her car. "Erica, thank you for coming by. I loved seeing you like this. You look fantastic, and the dancing, umm... it's. You know..."

Her lips trembled. "Ray? What's wrong?"

"Erica, I'm sorry. I can't do this."

Extreme anger flashed in her eyes for a split second.

Holy shit, what was that?

"You can't do this? What the hell does that mean? Have you just been playing with me? You don't want me? What's the problem?"

Her face shifted to dismay. I was very familiar with that expression on women. Half of the time, my responses made it worse. "Erica, I want you more than any other woman I've met. The problem is my boss, Vivian."

Our recently promoted store manager had taken over in late February. A thoroughly unpleasant woman in appearance and temperament, Vivian had annoyed everyone with her constant yelling, "Let's go! Faster, people!"

She prided herself on being All Business, but was just ridiculous. She had even put up clichéd motivational posters in the kitchen, yet mostly left me alone for several reasons.

First, I did a good job. Despite all the carnal distractions, managing the shifts had become second nature over the last four years. My previous store manager Brian and I had created a culture of excellence, and our employees performed better than I had thought possible. I could literally run the restaurant with my eyes closed, or at least focused on the many tempting women.

The other reasons she avoided me were fear, and hate.

Three years prior, when she was a fellow assistant manager, I had drunkenly assaulted her at a party. She wouldn't stop talking shit about a woman I liked, despite my clear agitation. The fact that everything Vivian said about Carmen was true, just made me angrier, so I brutally knocked her on her ass. As she lay terrified on the suburban lawn, I swung my leg back for a kick to her head. A combination of spectators and just enough self-control, stopped me. She had never mentioned the violent episode, and we had been cordial for the remainder of our time together.

We had both transferred a few times since then, and I only had seen her at manager meetings. When Vivian showed up as my boss, I knew my days might be numbered, if she found some way to get rid of me. The surest way for me to be fired was if I fucked Erica, or any other employees.

Erica scrunched her features in disbelief. "Vivian? You're with... Vivian?"

I considered teasing Erica by nodding "Yes," but stopped myself.
"No, no, no! I mean she'll fire me if I'm with you."

A wicked smile crossed her face. "Is that all you're worried about? Your job?"

Yeah, little rich daddy's girl, it's just my job...

"Erica, it's a big worry."

"Ray, I'll take care of Vivian. She won't be a problem."

I stood speechless. Erica resumed her seductive dance, then whispered, "Trust me."

A/N: After Erica had been with me a few months, I passed by Victoria's Secret, and on a whim, bought her four fancy bras and matching thongs. The black, pink, white, and teal, all looked amazing on her, and she wore them all the time. I humbly thanked Wendy for the suggestion.

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