Overnight Shift

Author’s Note: I generally tend to write more graphic/hardcore pieces, but this is a small series about a quirky husband and wife (and their friends) that is meant to be flirty and fun. All characters are 18+. ©WednesdaysCoffin2019. This story cannot be transferred to any other site besides Literotica.com without prior authorization in writing from the author.

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On the overnight shift, we don’t exactly do much work, yo. In fact, the smokers? Well, those fuckers take forty-minute-plus breaks in the loading bay. Sitting in a circle on overturned merchandise crates, they lament how hard they work, which presumably happens in the 20 minutes per hour that they are actually working.

This job stocking retail crap overnight to help pay for college had started out sucking balls, but then my bestie, Vee, had joined the crew. Then, hearing that there was no work to actually be done, my boyfriend Tom and his friend Ryan had joined, as well; figuring they were game to be paid over $10 per hour to sit around and do nothing. Except it turns out Ryan actually does smoke, so he enjoys some time in the loading bay each hour, bitching with the rest of the pot-heads and then returning to the merchandise floor with blazed, sleepy eyes.

After three weeks of this horseshit, Tom had grown kind of restless and his productivity level had sunk down to zero. The set-up for our crew was pretty simple: the men hauled the heavy shit, loaded and unloaded trucks of merchandise, and generally put together the wheeled palettes that us women brought out onto the floor and dispersed onto the actual shelves. Which meant that the guys actually had to do a little bit of work, while the majority of the female employees roamed the store gabbing and clucking like hens and doing next to nothing – unless you count shopping. Sorsha and Melanie were big fans of shopping, trying on racks and racks of clothing and leaving the Fitting Rooms looking like a hurricane of Orange County Housewives had just departed.

Being an idiot, I was the lone female employee – until Vee came along – who actually worked; worked through the night without endless smoke breaks and worked without checking her cell phone every three seconds. Before my friends signed on as my co-workers, I would take my short, interspersed breaks in the Housewares section, where I wadded up a zillion down pillows and took a breather while I devoured another chapter in whatever I was currently reading. Since Tom’s arrival, break-time had become a lot saucier.

For example, tonight he was leading me through the floor-to-ceiling shelving units that took up the entire second floor of the warehouse, where overstock was placed to collect dust and never be seen again. That is until some ridiculous soccer mom turned up at Customer Service insisting that we must have the Big Bird yellow Ralph Lauren polo in Size 2 somewhere. Then, some poor daytime-working schmuck would be sent up into the stacks to try and locate said item, which, chances being what they are, never existed in the first place.

So, yeah, back to Tom. He was weaving in and out of the endless aisles of shelves until we reached the very back wall of the warehouse, and then he spun on his heels grinning like the most handsome devil that God had ever produced. “Here,” he announced with that dimpled-smirk.

“Here what?” I laughed and glanced around us. On the shelf directly in front of us, that was easily twelve-feet high and held a multitude of crap, there was a collection of rainbow-colored fuzzy slippers that only a tween would love.

His smirk widened further as he lazed back against this shelf and the heinous slipper assortment. “No one will hear us back this far.”

“This entire warehouse echoes,” I pointed görükle escort out cautiously. Because it did. It echoed so bad that the rumor was that the store was haunted, and the ghost of a former customer – a little old lady who had died from a heart attack in the Accessories Department – haunted the warehouse, patrolling forevermore in search of the perfect sheer pantyhose that had eluded her in life. Of course, us skeptics understood that the noises that were frequently heard in the warehouse were just that: echoes. Nothing paranormal whatsoever.

Tom scooted down to the end of the row, then strategically checked each aisle. When his sweep was finished he smirked devilishly for the umpteenth time. “I think we’re alone now, there doesn’t seem to be anyone around!”

“Did you just quote a fucking Tiffany song?” I snorted, then quickly cupped a hand over my mouth and nose.

He winked. “Mayhap I did.”

“You are feisty tonight,” I laughed.

He shrugged. “Do you know that Ryan has been sleeping in one of the beds in the Housewares Department? Last night when you weren’t on shift, I walked past that frilly Queen-sized nightmare and there he was, under the covers and snoring.”

I laughed at this but shrugged back. “That sounds like Ryan!”

Tom chuckled as he returned to leaning on the shelf. “It gets better, though.”

“He’s talking in his sleep?” I cocked an eyebrow in amusement.

He laughed again. “Nope. Did you know that Vee has an interest in him?”

My best friend Vee was absolutely adorable, two years younger than I and currently enjoying her summer off between high school and the beginning of college hell. She was dorky in all the very best ways – loved books and her dogs – and a wonderful, amazing representative of the human race. However, she was far more reserved than most of the rest of our group, and I thought she was, ahem, saving herself for marriage – to put it bluntly.

Tom’s smirk widened further, and his eyes became beady with mirth. “I may have stumbled upon something earlier this evening that will both shock and titillate you.”

“Okay, I’ll bite.” I was going to go for it, because, fuck, this was all leading to a juicy conclusion. “Your idiot friend is falling asleep in bed displays and my best friend did something that has you looking like the cat that ate the canary. So, if I put two and two together, I’m thinking that . . .” I considered all of this as I spoke and, yeah, nope. Vee wouldn’t mount Ryan in a display bed in the center of a department store. So, what was going on that had Tom looking so smug?

He perched his ass – and it was a great ass, let me tell you – onto a shelf and balanced his weight with a sigh. “I was stocking the new run of Nikes in the Shoe Department, and on my way back into the warehouse I may have walked past those new shower enclosure displays.”

I wrinkled my nose. “You mean those hideous two-walled things that take up the entire Bath Department?”

“Those are the ones,” he giggled like he was ten-years-old and clamped his hands together. “Three guesses what I found.”

I made a face and shook my head side to side considering. “I’m going to go with that it involved Ryan and Vee?”

Tom nodded emphatically. “And one of them was on their knees.”

Wow! This was a holy shit moment if ever there was one, because, again, I thought Vee wanted to remain as pure as the newly fallen snow until someone put a ring on it. So, in the interest of being a nosey pervert, I touched my boyfriend’s clapping hands and grinned. “I’m guessing that our Ryguy talked Vee into some oral experimentation?”

Henearly squealed with delight. “No, it’s even better! Vee had Ryan on his knees!” He was jumping bursa görükle escort up and down now like a little kid on Christmas morning, turning in circles and dancing a jig of joy. “Babe, it was amazing! Ry was on his knees in that stupid ass fake shower and Vee was rubbing her pussy all over his tongue and face. It was the best thing I have seen in, well, maybe ever.”

“Tom, come on! The band play shows and you see crazy shit backstage all the time,” I countered. Which was true: Tom and Ryan’s band was beginning to take off in our local region, and their shows were getting bigger and wilder. With larger audiences came more, ahem, adoring fans, which meant more, ugh, groupies. In turn, that meant more craziness when the boys in the band imbibed. Tom, as a devout follower of Straight Edge, seemed to avoid the crazy, but Ryan was a huge fan of tits, ass, beer, and bongs. Not always in that particular order. In fact, come to think of it, since Vee knew all of this, what was she doing riding Ryan’s face in the middle of the store?

“I’m telling you, babe,” he continued to laugh. “That was some fucking crazy shit! I just strolled past with the hand-truck full of empty boxes, cranking my iPod, and there’s Vee without pants, sitting on Ryan’s face. Fucking nasty ass shit!” He snorted and then began to laugh again. “Anyhow, it totally inspired me and my dick, so here we are.”

At this, I decided to play a little hard to get and crossed my arms over my chest. “So, you saw Vee and Ry being nasty assholes instead of working, and now you and your dick feel entitled to get some?”

“I’m cuter than Ryan,” he pointed a finger into the center of his chest. Really, he poked a finger into the middle of his favorite Metallica tee and grinned. “If he’s getting laid in this shit-hole, then I should get laid too!”

“Swift reasoning, Thomas.” I stared at him then, chewing my bottom lip as I looked him up and down. He was wearing his usual work ensemble – black jeans, black band tee, black Converse – which was also his concert attire, everyday attire, and Holiday wardrobe, as well. Except, for work, he didn’t wear guy-liner and pencil in his fabulous eyebrows, but instead had scraggly little, natural brows and a well-defined five o’clock shadow. Truth be told, I prefer Tom without the makeup. With makeup, he was Wicked Gray of Gravenhurst; really just Tom Ryden playing a role, acting a part. I preferred my actual boyfriend: the loveable dork who had an immense charisma but was too blind to see it.

He rolled his eyes at me and approached, caging me against the shelf with his long, tattooed arms; he was like a sexy version of the Slender Man. “Actually, I didn’t need any inspiration to want to sneak off with you. We’ve both been so busy over the past week, I feel like we’re not getting our quality time. Alone.”

“That is true,” I gave him a point. I wrapped my arms around his giraffe-like neck and smirked. “So, you’re going to ravage me right here?”

He pressed his crotch against mine, and his eyes danced with delight. “I think I should. If Sorsha or Melanie hear us, their orange faces and Juicy Couture-covered asses will absolutely die! Oh, the horror!”

We both giggled at this, as he pressed his pale pink lips into my neck and then bit gently. “We’ll have to try to be quiet,” I urged him as he continued to nibble on my skin. He began running his large hands up underneath my tank top, and he quickly unfastened my bra’s front closure.

“I can be quiet if you can.” He bit down roughly on my shoulder. “But I don’t have much faith that you can be quiet, my little tigress.”

Okay, it would probably be best if I said that I was able to deny him, and that I was a great employee bursa eskort who went back to work and didn’t bone my boyfriend in the stacks of the store’s upstairs warehouse. But no, we fucked. In fact, it was really just a matter of minutes before Tom had my leg propped on the third shelf up and was ramming himself into me from behind. I was gripping the fifth shelf to try and keep myself upright, which left me with my face buried in those heinous rainbow slippers. It was like being fucked while ramming your face into a Troll doll over and over and over.

“Fuck!” Tom was growling lowly, barely above a whisper. His hips were forcing my body to smash roughly into the shelving unit and, thank fuck, it was anchored to the floor and ceiling and not budging. He showed no concern for safety as he forced his hard length deep into my body, then withdrew, only to ram back inside even rougher. It wasn’t long before I began to feel myself mounting toward an ecstatic climax and my thighs began to shake. He noticed this and reached down to twirl my clit with two fingers. “I love it when your whole body trembles,” he groaned. “Your pussy gets so wet and your whole body seems to dance on my fat cock.”

“Fuck,” I hissed. “I’m so close.” His deep voice spewing profanity was definitely not going to help me to last longer, that was for fucking sure.

He amped up his attentions to my swollen clit and his thrusts began to grow erratic; clearly he wasn’t going to last long like this either. When he snarled a deeply resonating string of cuss words as his hips began to spasm, I knew it would be any minute. I tugged away from him quickly and dropped to my knees, taking the head of his throbbing cock into my mouth and sucked. As I slowly fisted his cock, I grinned and urged him on. “Cum in my mouth.”

“Jesus, fuck,” he snarled as I tried to wrap my lips around his length again but somehow managed to miss several juts of his cum. They shot over my head, but I ignored this and quickly shoved his length back inside my mouth and sucked hard. When his body was done emptying his seed, I opened my mouth to show him what I had caught and then swallowed with pride. “Good girl,” he smiled sweetly and then helped me back to my feet. Once I was standing, he wrapped me in his arms and began to search my mouth for any remainder of his salty offering with his own tongue.

We separated and as I was tugging my clothing back into place, I saw with horror that there was a wet spot on one of those ridiculous pairs of slippers. Tom followed my line of sight and made a goofy face, reaching for the offensively fuzzy object. A devious grin spread across his too handsome face as he lifted the item to his tongue and licked slowly. “Mmmm,” he dramatically cooed. “I taste fucking good!”

“GROSS!” Vee called from several aisles over, by the sound of it. I saw her peek her adorable little face through the shelving and stick her tongue out at me. “I heard you two sick fucks, you know!”

Tom snorted as he readjusted his tee and glanced around me at my bestie. “What I saw in the Bath Department earlier was way grosser!”

“Holy schnikes!” Vee shrieked, and it echoed off the walls. “You didn’t?”

I went over to her, wrapping my arms around her tiny little waist and squeezing. “My bitch apparently saw you making Ryan your bitch.”

She blushed profusely at this, glancing over my shoulder to watch as Tom approached. “I might have decided to give Ry’s face a ride,” she confessed as she lowered her gaze. “It seemed like a good idea at the time.”

I squealed with delight at her admission, a confirmation of everything Tom had snitched earlier. Grabbing her hands, I guided her away from my boytoy and began to pump her with questions. She was still blushing when we headed back downstairs, away from the loading dock so that we strategically avoided stoned Ryan. “So?” I demanded when we were inside the Ladies Room.

She shrugged her shoulders and turned cherry tomato red. “I kind of like working the overnight shift!”