Coworkers, page 10
“Yes. I would love to spend the night with you.” Sarah nodded her head slowly, she knew that there wasn't going to be any sleeping involved. Both of them knew that went without saying.
“Good, I was hoping that you would say yes. You are going to have such a great night with me.” Melody whispered, murmuring promises to her as she brought her mouth back down to Sarah's pussy. She wanted to please Sarah, wanted to show her what she was made of.
“You are doing such a great job Melody. I'm so glad that you invited me to come over tonight. This was the last thing I thought was going to happen.” Sarah moaned to her, tugging Melody's hair playfully when she sat up enough to grab her.
Melody nodded her head, feeling Sarah push her down further into her pussy. Loving how wet Sarah's clit was. Loving everything about that night.
“We are going to have many nights like this one Melody, I'm looking forward to every single one of them.” Sarah whispered to her, letting Melody know that she as looking forward to a future with her, even if it was just in home services.
Sarah came for Melody a few minutes later and she felt Melody nibbling on her clit, teasing her clit between her teeth and slowly bringing her tongue back and forth, making sure that she had some of Sarah's pussy juice on her tongue while she worked on pleasing Sarah more.
“Wow, I have never had someone lick me like that Melody. Never had I found someone with such an amazing tongue as yours.” Sarah moaned to her, her body shaking when she felt her pussy could no longer give Melody what she was seeking.
“Another big thing in common, I'm so glad that I met you. So glad that we are into the same things and so glad that you want me as much as I want you.” Melody told her quickly without taking a breath.
“I know. When you walked into my parlor I never thought that you were going to change my life but now you are a big part of my life and you have made me happy without even meaning to. Without evening being around even. I've been thinking about you.” Sarah stated, feeling her face grow hot.
“I have been thinking of you too.” Melody laughed, laying beside her and holding Sarah in her arms.
The End.
Making Friends.
Chapter 1
Malcolm was twenty-five with short brown hair and light brown eyes. Working at a bakery he was having a hard time adjusting to his new job. He was by trade a construction worker but had been laid off for the winter time. There was no work until spring started back up. His first day on the job he had messed up three pans of cupcakes already and a small cake. The boss had made him start sweeping the floor and had asked if he knew how to without messing it up.
Malcolm was afraid that he was going to get fired his first day there. He didn't look at anyone as he swept the bakery, working around everyone else who had been there for years doing their job with smiles on their faces.
It was a big week to be starting work. A few days before Valentines day and he was already messing up. He couldn't believe that his first day was going so horrible.
“Trust me it's not all that bad. You should have seen me a few years ago.” One of the guys had told him, looking over at him when it was break time.
“Yeah, probably not as bad as me.” Malcolm grunted, shaking his head as he looking around for a dust pan.
“I messed up a lot. More than you actually. Come on, lets finish this up together and we can go have our break.” The guy laughed, going over with the metal dust pan and having Malcolm sweep the pile into it. The guy turned towards the trash and dumped it in.
Malcolm followed the man to the time clock and punched out. He followed the guy to the break room and sat down beside him.
“The first day is always the worst day. Even more so when you don't know anything about baking. My name is Conner.” The man told him, sticking out his hand.
Conner had been working at the bakery for about five years and he still remembered his first day. It was the worst nightmare of his life. The more he kept going to work though the more he understood it and got the hang of it pretty quickly.
“Malcolm, thanks for helping me.” He said, nodding his head and looking around the room. No one else had introduced themselves to him and he wasn't quick to make friends.
“Not a problem. Around here we work as a team. I think the reason why no one has actually talked with you is because we see people come and go. Guys, girls, they think that they can handle the job and after a week they are gone. We can't keep hired help that really don't want to be here.” Conner explained to him.
Conner had jet black hair, bushy dark eyebrows and he was pale. Wearing a cooking shirt and slacks he still had his chef's hat on.
“Well I don't know how long I'm going to be here.” Malcolm chuckled, seeing that Conner was looking down at his schedule.
“What job did you come from?” Conner asked, wondering what his profession had been before he got the job at the bakery.
“I'm a roofer, I can do a lot of things with my hands. I'm a construction worker, we got laid off a few weeks ago and unemployment just isn't cutting it.” Malcolm stated, shaking his head.
He remembered going down the road and he knew that he couldn't just sit home and do nothing when he was use to working and being busy.
“So are you going to stick it out until spring? We are a great team here. At least try and stick it out for a week.” Conner laughed, nudging him.
Conner had him laughing before their break was over. He was feeling better about himself as they punched back in. Malcolm was thinking earlier in the day he couldn't wait to go home and now since Conner had been so nice to him he was hoping that the work day would never end.
“Come over here, you can help me make the cream for the cupcakes. It's the hardest part of the job so if you can master that then you can master anything.” Conner told him softly, looking around he knew that the boss was going to get mad if he just saw Malcolm standing around and as far as he could see the floor only needed mopping and that was done after they were done for the day.
“I'm not going to get you in trouble?” Malcolm asked, seeing that Conner was looking around.
“No, if he sees that you're not working you are going to be in a lot of trouble though and we can't afford that to happen. If you thought you were in trouble earlier than I would hate to see the boss come in and yell at you for not doing something.” Conner pointed out to him, showing him that it could be a lot worse.
“Right.” Malcolm blushed, walking over to where Conner was behind the big mixing bowl. It was so big it sat on its own machine.
Conner put all the ingredients in the mixing bowl and then added some milk in with it. Malcolm saw everything that he was putting in and nodded his head when Conner pointed at the button on the side of the mixers.
Malcolm pushed it and they stood there watching the big mixer go down into the mixing bowl and began churning it.
“After about five minutes you are going to want to shut it off. You don't want it churning too much!” Conner hollered over the noise, giving him an estimated time. He always waited five minutes before shutting it off and it always came out perfect.
Malcolm nodded his head at Conner to let him know that he had heard him. When the boss walked into the room Conner went to go do something else so it looked like Malcolm had control over the mixer himself.
“You're doing a fine job!” Their boss hollered when he walked over to Malcolm and saw what he was doing. He was happy with Malcolm doing something productive instead of doing something that they would have to fix later.
“Thank you sir!” Malcolm called back to him. When the boss walked away from him he looked over at Conner who gave him a wink, letting him know that he was glad things were going alright.
Malcolm felt bad that Conner head started the cream for the cupcakes and that he had walked off acting as if Malcolm had done it all himself.
“Do you think you will be able to do this on your own from now on? I mean it's really not all that hard to do.” Conner told him, shutting the machine off completely and taking empty tubs behind him, he grabbed two spoons. Giving one to Malcolm and helping him put the frosting into the empty plastic tubs.
“Yeah, I am sure that I can do this on my own.” Malcolm nodded his head, he was more than sure that he could do it. It wasn't a hard task.
“Good. When we get done filling the tubs we are going to put them in the walk in freezer. I will show you when we get done so you know exactly where they go.” Conner told him, filling his tub quickly and getting another one, watching Malcolm pick up the pace.
“Thanks you really saved me back there.” Malcolm finally told him when they were walking towards the deep freezer.
“I know how it feels to need a break. I think this could have broken the ice with the boss. We all need a break once in a while.” Conner shrugged his shoulders, it was no big deal to him. He knew that he wasn't going anywhere. If he was going to get fired the boss would have done it years ago, but he never tested the boss either he had always made sure he found something to do. Even when there was nothing to do.
“There. Now we can start you out on baking cakes the right way. I don't know how you had messed them up this morning but you did. You are going to be taught my way. It's easy.” Conner told him when he turned back around and saw the nervous look that Malcolm had on his face.
“Trust me. It's easy.” Conner laughed at him, he had never seen someone so scared before. He knew that Malcolm wanted to do a really good job and he could tell that Malcolm was going to be around at least until the beginning of spring when he was called back to his old job.
Chapter 2
Conner and Malcolm were the last two out of there that night. Conner had taken it upon himself to train him and he knew that he wouldn't be able to be right over his shoulder when they were working during the day by the time that they got out of work that night it was eight in the evening.
“The boss isn't going to be mad because we stayed so late?” Malcolm asked when he saw the time.
“He should be happy. We did three cakes, you did two on your own. You did three sheets of cookies and three sheets of cupcakes. He will be happy when he walks in tomorrow morning and sees that the bakery out front is full.” Conner laughed, if the boss wasn't happy than he didn't know what to tell him when he came in the next morning.
“You would think he would be happy.” Malcolm agreed with him, looking out front and seeing the fresh cookies, cupcakes, donuts and cakes in the clear containers.
Malcolm watched Conner as he shut the lights off and changed the sign to closed before they walked out. He took a key out of his pocket and punched some numbers into the security system and locked the doors behind him.
“Thank you for helping me. It really means a lot to me that you would take the time.” Malcolm told him as he walked to the parking lot and unlocked his truck.
“Not a problem I will see you tomorrow morning. Six o'clock in the morning.” Conner told him, getting into his black pick up that was parked right beside Malcolm.
They both had smiles on their faces at the end of the day. When Malcolm drove home he thought about Conner. There was something that no one knew about Malcolm, he was gay. He had found this out about himself when he was back in high school. Never telling anyone that he was because he didn't know how anyone would feel about it. He didn't think that Conner would be so kind to him if he knew that he was gay, he didn't think that anyone would talk to him because of that reason alone.
The more he thought about how his day had gone he couldn't help but wonder if Conner had any feelings towards him or if he was just doing it so that Malcolm could learn the ropes without having to go through it on his own.
Malcolm was looking forward to the next morning, he was looking forward to seeing Conner again and thinking about the bakery which he thought was going to be an easy job compared to construction he had been wrong. He would take a construction job over baking any day of the week. Never in his life would he have thought that baking would be so hard. He thought it was going to be a piece of cake literally and when he had messed everything up that morning he thought for sure he would have been fired before lunch. Now he couldn't wait to go back, once he had gotten the hang of it he was looking forward to showing off his own skills that Conner had taught him and experience with new things during break.
Conner had told Malcolm the way to get on the boss's good side was to come up with his own dishes that he could bring up to everyone. To make sure he had tried them himself before letting anyone else take a bite. Conner had made different kinds of cupcakes throughout his time being there.
Malcolm could see that he would stick with the bakery job until he was called back to construction even if his old boss didn't call him back he would keep working with the bakery for as long as they would have him.
“You are going to be okay, you are going to be able to do this.” Malcolm coached himself as he pulled into his driveway. He wasn't tired but knew that six in the morning came early, thinking about getting Conner a coffee but he wasn't sure what he drank. It would show that he had some kind of interest in him though and he was willing to take the chance. He would order him a black coffee and then he could put whatever he wanted into it.
Malcolm had a hard time going home alone. The worst holiday was approaching. It was his first Valentines day that he was going to be alone. He was dreading it more and more knowing that in two nights he would be in bed early and watching movies, eating popcorn. Crying because he would feel as if he was the only one alone on the big romantic night of the year.
Malcolm went to bed that night with thoughts of how the day had gone. A few times he had laughed thinking about how he had messed up on the cakes and cupcakes. He had to laugh because what had been so hard for him to do and what had upset him was something that he finally understood by the end of the day.
Early the next morning Malcolm put on a pair of slacks and a white shirt. He still hadn't gotten his own uniform yet and he knew that everyone wore black and white there. He was going to make sure that he matched until he got his own uniform, not that he was in a hurry or anything he would just wait until the boss assigned him some clothing for the bakery.
He stopped at the coffee shop on the corner and got two black coffee's. One for him and one for Conner. When he got to the shop he noticed that Conner was just pulling in himself. They were the only two there that early in the morning.
“I see you're right on time.” Conner laughed, getting out of his truck and taking the keys to the bakery out of his pocket.
“Yeah. I got you a coffee. I didn't know what you liked so I got you a black coffee. You can put whatever you want in it.” Malcolm handed him a large cup and Conner took it.
“Thanks, I love black coffee. No sugar and no cream. I get enough that around here.” Conner laughed, unlocking the door and letting Malcolm in first.
“What time does everyone get here?” Malcolm asked him as they both clocked in and headed to the back of the shop.
“Well we don't open until seven and the boss doesn't come in until eight. So if you are going to goof off make sure it's done before the boss comes in. Since we did all the clean up last night and we filled the bakery containers out there we are going to see what the boss has on the list for us today. The list is on the back wall. He always puts it up when he leaves. We don't usually take a look at it until the next morning. Something to do if we don't have the bakery all cleaned. Which we never do.” Conner laughed.
Conner headed to the back of the shop with his coffee, going passed the equipment and for a few minutes it was nice and quiet in the shop. No one had the machines on and if a pin was to drop they would be able to hear it.
“You guys don't clean the shop at all at night?” Malcolm asked, giving him a funny look.
“Well not the way we had done last night. We only sweep up our station and get out of here as soon as we can. Just like anyone else who has a job. They want to get out when it's closing time.” Conner laughed, looking at Malcolm from over his shoulder.
Malcolm got close enough to look over Conner's shoulder to be able to see the list. They had to make cakes, cupcakes and at least twenty boxes of heart shaped donuts that morning. There was another list for the afternoon.
“Wow I have never heard of doing twenty boxes of donuts.” Malcolm shook his head, something that he hadn't been trained to do.
“You are going to learn that the clients that we have are more into donuts than anything else. They must have some sort of meeting. So since no one is here right now I will show you how to run the machine for the donuts.” Conner knew that he hadn't trained him on that and since Malcolm had shown up early it was to their benefit.
“How many boxes do you do an hour?” Malcolm asked him, knowing that he had some sort of average.
“Ten boxes. So the twenty boxes should be ready for nine. We will make sure that they are sitting out on the front counter for pick up before the boss gets here. Once you get the hang of it we I'm going to jump on the other machine.” Conner grinned at him, letting him know that he wasn't going to working alone.
“Thanks.” Malcolm nodded his head, taking another haul off his coffee cup.
“If you ever need anything just ask, I want to show the boss that you can do all of this. We don't only have one station. If we are done with something and see that someone else needs help we go over and help out. We don't ask them if they need help we just do it.” Conner gave him a pointer, letting him know that it was okay to help someone else out on his second day.
Conner stayed with him for a half hour, he watched what Malcolm had done and while he was looking him over he could see that Malcolm was hard through his tight slacks. He wasn't sure what it was from but he had a feeling come over him, a chill that he had never had before and he liked it as he kept his eyes on his slacks. He was sure that Malcolm knew about it, it wasn't like he didn't know because it was his body.
