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Feeding on your hungry eyes, I bet you're not so civilized.
Well, isn't love primitive, a wild gift that you want to give...
...Heart to heart you'll win, if you survive, The Warrior.
Scandal.

I'm not going to have sex with any of the women at my new store...
Really, I'm not.
Really...

Arriving early, I parked across the street to observe the morning operations of the suburban restaurant. My boss Brian had really impressed me with his competence and team-building skills at our previous location, and I could see he had our new store running smoothly.

Brian and I got along well, both professionally and personally. I had accompanied him three times for his required mystery shops of other stores, and we had great times partying afterwards. Alice had joined us at a bar after one mystery shop outing, and she had accompanied us in my topless, black flamed, 1970 Thunderbird the next time.

Brian's opinion of me had gone way up when he met Alice. I guessed he reasoned that if a spectacular woman like her wanted me, I must be legitimate, or something like that. It was my first realization of how a man's status could be affected by the quality of his girlfriend or wife.

When I entered the brightly lit restaurant, I greeted an hourly supervisor. "Hi, I'm Ray. Nice to meet you, uhh..."

She pointed at her name tag. "Wendy, I'm..."

"...fucking hot, wow!"

I didn't actually say it, but it was all over my face, as I blatantly looked her over. It had become a reflex, and by the time I caught myself, a woman knew for sure she attracted me. At twenty-three, I seldom bothered with subtlety, so I shamelessly took in the glorious sight before me.

I lost all composure while viewing Wendy's slim waisted and round hipped five-feet-five figure. Her beauty radiated with long, wavy, golden blonde hair, large blue eyes, a little button nose, and a big smile featuring a tiny gap between her front teeth. Wendy's fresh, wholesome appearance brought to mind a gorgeous preacher's daughter.

A preacher's daughter with huge tits...

She giggled when she saw my colorful hickey. "Ray? You just let your girlfriend do that?"

I mumbled, "I didn't know Alice was doing it."

Wendy giggled again. I really liked her laugh. "How could you not know? It's all over your neck."

"She... uh... distracted me."

Alice distracts me all the time...

Wendy put both hands above her head, arched her back, and raised her eyebrows. "Are you easily distracted, Ray?"

My leer became sidesplitting laughter. Wendy had tamed the lecher, and I gained a new respect for her.

Wendy and I later became good friends, and what I remember most fondly was her goofy sense of humor. And of course, the enormous knockers...

She showed me around, and we quickly developed a friendly rapport. I learned she had dropped out of college to care for her sick mother, and her father had left them two years ago when she was sixteen. I told her, "Wendy, I admire your positive spirit."

It came out really awkward and dorky, but Wendy patted my cheek, "I get what you are trying to say. Thank you."

I had accepted that many things I said to women sounded strange, so I appreciated when they could see past it. My awkwardness did not make me endearing, like in a sappy movie, but wasn't usually a deal-breaker. Usually.

**********

My shift went well. None of the employees gave me any problems, and we met our morning sales goal. I half expected Alice to show up, but I had never invited her to see me at work, and she respected my privacy. It turned out to be a real blessing...

A couple of hours later Wendy said, "Ray, this is my friend, Tracy. She's been working here a few years, but is going away to school in two weeks."

Tracy was also an hourly supervisor, and the cutest woman I had ever met. Reaching a mere five-feet-one, Tracy had almost no shape to her petite frame. An expressive, pretty face featured huge brown eyes that were more puppy dog than sexy, a wide, thin-lipped mouth with big, beautiful teeth, and straight, shoulder-length brown hair, cut pageboy style. Her every move flowed with a dramatic flair, and she spoke confidently with a pleasant, melodic voice.

Chemistry, pheromones, sparks, whatever you want to call it, we had it right away. I felt immensely attracted to her, and from the way she looked up at me, Tracy seemed to have the same reaction.

She immediately touched my neck. "Oh, my. Ray, your girlfriend is frisky! Is she still in high school?"

I put my hand on hers and held it for a second. Tracy bit her lip in response, and I realized we were having an intimate moment in front of everyone. Embarrassed, I lowered my arm, "No, Alice is usually more mature. This is her joke."

Tracy stroked the hickey with a clear-coated fingernail and pouted, "Ahhliss. Hmm... She's smart. I would mark this territory too."

Damn. I'm going to fuck her...

Elfin girl-next-door Tracy had me completely aroused, and I barely resisted the temptation of carrying her into the office to ravish her. She raised tiny hands to the sides of her head, made a duck face, then pointed to herself, "Do you know anyone who wants a cute brunette?" She was utterly adorable.

Forget the office, I'm ready to mount her on a dining room table.

I replied, more reasonably, "My friend Nick might like you."

Nick liked girls with Tracy's figure, or lack of it. He claimed, "They'll look better when they're older."

He thought more long term about women than me, and seldom bothered with ones he didn't consider wife material.

On the other hand, I preferred women with curves like Wendy or Alice, and I didn't care how they looked when they were older, as they would probably be long gone by then. Still, I found Tracy inexplicably desirable, and if not for Alice, I would have already been trying to get into her pants.

***********

Brian arrived soon after, and burst out laughing at the hickey. Whatever Alice's intention, her stunt had been a big hit, and it made me think about how wonderful she was. Perhaps that was the whole idea, as Alice could often be more clever than I gave her credit for.

Brian marveled, "Damn, you work fast, Ray! Was it Wendy?"

Wendy will get her chance...

"No, Brian. It's Alice's prank. She's getting me back for when I did it to her."

Brian looked at me wide-eyed, "You gave Alice a hickey? How did that go?"

I grimaced, "Not well. I thought for sure she was done with me!"

Brian scratched his head, "Is Alice going to make problems, like Rachel did at our last store?"

My ex-girlfriend had visited our previous restaurant, and threatened young Vanessa, who had been flirting with me. I don't know exactly what Rachel said to Vanessa, but she had been frightened enough to complain to Brian.

I retied my necktie, because Tracy had messed it up. "I can't see Alice doing anything like that, but you never know with women..."

Brian huffed, "Man, ain't that the truth!"

And just like that, we had a Bro Moment. Brian's big macho presence contrasted with my somewhat nerdy ways, yet we had surprisingly become friends. He probably would have bullied me in high school, but I did unsavory things back then too.

We always had a good time at work making fun of each other's signature mannerisms.

Brian's thing was pulling up his pants because of his belly, and mine was a habit of nervously adjusting my tie.
I had once taunted him, "Brian, women help me with my tie. Do they help you pull up your pants?"

He had shot back, "Nah, Ray. They pull them down!"

Bro!

***********

Later in the day, Tracy laid my tie on top of her head, then looked up at me. "Ray, I want you to come to my twenty-first birthday party at a club tomorrow night. You can bring your friend."

I noticed she didn't invite Alice. "Sounds fun, Tracy. I'll be there even if Nick doesn't want to go."

Why did I say that?

Tracy made a cute, You-and-Me pointing gesture, winked, then skipped away. I absentmindedly wiped an already spotless countertop and tried to hide my excitement. Girls like Tracy didn't usually affect me so much, and I was relieved she would only be here another two weeks. Certainly I could resist her for that long.

Resist? Yeah, sure I will...

Wendy interrupted the daydream by grabbing my arm and holding it between her breasts, which instantly stiffened me. A surprising number of coworkers wanted to share their fleshy charms with me, and I often felt like I had a "Titty Scratching Post" sign on my shirtsleeves.

She asked, "Are you having a good day? Will I see you at Tracy's party?"

I tried not to move my arm, "Sure Wendy, I'll buy you a drink."

She gave me her dazzling smile. "Ray, I'm only eighteen, but maybe I can come over to your place sometime... for beers."

I loved Wendy's flirty personality, yet wasn't certain I wanted to have sex with her. When we got to know each other better, perhaps a romance could develop, but if it didn't, I was fine with that, too.

**********

I stopped by Brian's office on my way out, and he asked, "Well, Ray. How do you like your new store?"

"I love the way you've got everyone working together as a team. It makes things much easier for me."

He laughed, "Thanks, I appreciate it, but you know what I'm really asking."

I sighed, "Yeah, the women are great. I'm going to see if Alice wants me to come over. Tracy... she made me really horny!"

I fiddled with my tie, and told him all about her flirting.

Brian hiked up his pants. "Tracy? You're shitting me. She's not like that at all! There's a bunch of guys here in love with her, but she's totally cold to them. They're going to hate you!"

I started to touch my tie, but caught myself. "She's leaving in two weeks, Brian. I don't know if I can hold out for that long."

That shocked Brian. "Wait, you're thinking about doing something with Tracy? She doesn't compare at all to Alice. What's wrong with you?"

I shrugged. "I don't know, boss. Sometimes there's a spark."

Brian shook his head and mocked my necktie habit. "Huh. You think you know someone... Get out of here, Ray. Go call Alice!

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