Date: Thu, 30 Nov 2006 20:04:19 +0000 From: Nat Fernandez Subject: A Different Story - chapter 5 Disclaimer: This story is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to actual events or persons, living or dead is entirely coincidental. If you are too young to read sexual or violent acts, or if it's illegal in your city to read porn, just don't read it. If you decide to go on, I hope you enjoy it as much as I did while imagining and writing it. And please, let me apologize for all typos or mistakes in my poor english, as it is not my mother language. Copyright: This story is the property of the author. It can be downloaded for personal reading pleasure or sending to a friend, but if you wish to re-post them at your site, please contact the author for permission. Feel free to send me feedback comments, any kind of them... if you liked it or if not, please add reasons for why. nat ----------------------------------------------------------------------- A Different Story by nat Chapter 5: First day at work I woke up with the first lights of the day. I was nervous. I had had a couple of nightmares, all I could remember about them were about losing the job. I raised my sleepy head and glanced the wall clock. 6 AM. I moved on a sitting position on the sofa lazily and yawned, stretching my arms. I decided to go to Helen's bathroom and freshen myself a bit. When I got in her room and saw her totally naked over the bed sheets I suddenly blushed. God... she was a delicious. I licked my lower lip, my mind running full of perverse thoughts that I wouldn't have imagined just some weeks before. I came closer to the bed. My hand moved nearly involuntarily over her skin. It took my whole will to not touch her. I just stayed there, my fingers just milimeters from her exposed breast. My mouth went dry as I lost track of time and my breath stopped. I swallowed the little saliva I had and the silence in the room allowed me to hear it go down my throat. I stood there some time, contemplating her chest going up and down as she was breathing calmly. Then, I inhaled deeply and turn my head when exhaling the air. A tear fell down my cheek and to the floor while I opened the bathroom door. After closing it behind me, I pushed my back to the door and let my body slide down until I was sitting there in the cold bathroom floor. I brought my hands to my face and I finally cried freely. Why had life to be so difficult? That morning I could not stay at Helen's place, and I went on a walk. It was cold and windy, but sunny. After about 30 minutes of walking, I saw a very nice bouquet of flowers through the window of a flower shop. I didn't hesitate. I was going to buy it even if it costed a lot of money. Helen deserved it. She sure deserved it for how she had helped me and treated me. Of course, there was also that I loved her. But I didn't want to think about that right then. By midday I had already placed the bouquet in the middle of the living-room's table, all pretty made up and in water, cooked lunch and had left all prepared for her to eat when she wanted to. I took a sandwich with me to eat in the bus and left to work. The stretch up to Marie's Boulangerie took me more time than I thought, having to get up until 3 different buses. I arrived just only 5 minutes early even I had planned to arrive a lot before. When I got in, a very pretty girl who seemed even younger than myself greeted me asking in what could she be helpful on. I told her I was supposed to start working in the next minutes. "Oh, you must be Tanya! Hello, my name is Jessica, but you can call me Jess. Nice to meet you." She extended one hand for the salute. "Come with me, you'll need to put on the uniform and appron required." and she continued as she signaled me to follow her "Marie told me you were going to come. I'm glad to have some help, every afternoon it gets impossible when the people of the neighbourhood come back from their jobs and as we are the only bakery around in some miles, it gets overcrowded. You'll check it out today in less than 4 hours." She finally stopped, after a couple of corridors, in front of a door she unlocked with a key she took out of one of her pockets. "This is the place where we can leave our clothes and stuff and change. I have the key, we can go make a copy of it for you any time later." She pointed at a little old and nearly broken cupboard. "That's your closet." Jessica then reached a chair that was in the corner of the tiny room and dragged it until it was facing a big shelf. She climbed on it to be able to arrive at the highest point of the shelf. I surprised myself again as I found me admiring her nice fit body under the tight uniform she was wearing. She was somewhat taller than me, but you could see she was a gym-addict. Strong nice legs appeared after the short skirt of the pink uniform, as she finally got what she was looking for and descended out of the chair showing me a big smile. I thought there was no doubt that she had an special smile, surely her best feature. One of those contagious smiles that makes you happy instantly. Add to this her blonde curled hair, pale skin and greenish eyes and you will have the topical popular high-school cheerleader prototype. "Hey! You don't need to stare at me, you know?" she suddenly giggled. "Eh? ....." She had caught me, not only staring, but transfixed. I blushed deeply: "I'm... I'm sorry". "Change on this, close the door when you leave. I will be in the counter. You know how to go back there, don't you?" "Yes" I answered timidly. "Good. Let's rock then!" She then, in a gesture that I interpreted as accidental, she brushed my right breasts while handing the clothes. I think the chill I felt all through my body could even be noticed by her. But as quick as the touch was, Jessica was gone closing the door behind her. I wiped out my every time more increasing thoughts about pretty women off my mind and got a good look of what would be my work uniform. Of light pinkish color with white stripes at both sides and a white appron, I unfolded it completely to check out if the size would fit me. And the hell it did. Short-sleeved one-piece outfit alongside with a cap. I smiled at the thought of myself in that totally unfashion cap. I was going to like it there, I thought smiling. I put my personal items in my closet and began to take off clothes. It took me a while to decide if I was going to wear a t-shirt under it or not, as it seemed to show to much cleavage for my style. My shy side won and I kept the t-shirt. And just as Jessica's, mine was tight too. I fixed my hair as I readied for the first real job of my life. Taking a last deep breath I thought of my baby Lana. I was doing that to be able to get her back, I had to remember it all the time. I couldn't screw up, at all. My eyes turned watery for a brief instant, sudden sadness invading me. "Let's go rock with Jessica then!". There were a couple of clients on the other side of the counter already when I got back there, and Jessica was giving them her bright smile along with what they needed. I waited for her to be finished to receive my first instructions admiring her manners and natural charm. "Here you go Mrs. Chapman, that makes it 80, 90 and 1 dollar. Have a good day! What can I help you Sir?" she asked the next client. I listened and observed, and I had the idea to practice on my smile which I would be soon using. I tried to copy Jessica's, but I didn't notice she was done with the queue already. "What in heaven are you doing?". I turned my eyes just to see her laughing at me and my practice-a-smile face and I couldn't help but joining her in ther contagious laugh. "I have the feeling it's going to be cool with you. Just keep doing what you just did and I promise I won't stop laughing my ass off!". And with that she began telling me all the basic stuff I needed to know to deal with the cash and the counter, where the list of prices was, how should I always wear gloves, and so on. I doubt I have ever tried to absorb so many information in such a short period of time. Jessica spoke as quick as she could inbetween customers, explaining how to and when to refill the shelves with all different kinds of bread. And more importantly, how were they called and how to differentiate them. After just half an hour, I already had a slight headache. But of course, I was not going to say anything about it. "Ok, I think you're ready. You are going to take care of the next customer that gets in through that door like the good new clerk you are." announced Jessica with a quirky smile. "Oh, are you... uhm, sure about this?" I mumbled. "Absolutely!". She seemed to be so sure that I was ready. "You are going to impress them so much with your cute face that even if you do the math wrong with the change, noone will care" Jessica added smiling. Again that powerful smile made me blush and smile back. This time she reassured me with her hands on mine, gently holding them together. "DING!" the sound of the chain announced my first customer inside the bakery. Jessica winked an eye to me and breathed deeply before saying: "Hello Madam, what can I help you with?" --------------------- My first hours passed rather uneventfully. Being as nervous as I was that became a big achievement. I gave the wrong change back a couple of times but I was told it was totally normal. I also helped moving some huge bags of flour. Jessica told me Marie said she would show at mid-shift to check out on my progress and see if there were any problems, but that turned out to be the most crowded moment of the ecening. Between 5 and 6 PM the 'Boulangerie' was a crazy place. When Marie showed up, there could be easily 15 people waiting at the queue. It didn't help that I was being really slow attending at the counter. For each customer I had, Jessica helped 2 or even 3. Regular people understood it, and even asked me if I was new and what my name was. But I also could see the anxiety in some impatient customers when I didn't know what to do and had to ask Jessica for help. Marie seized the situation and didn't hesitate putting on an old white appron to quicken up things. She barely had had time to say hello that she was already asking someone what she wanted. When finally things got a bit relaxed, my feet were killing me. Marie told me to follow her to the room she called her office, at the second floor. Jessica winked again at me making me feel uncomfortable but funny at the same time. Every time you start in a new job you probably feel this way, I guessed. Marie asked me if everything was ok between Jess and me. I answered she had been more than fine and really helpful. "She is really something special, but watch out and be careful not to get too attached to her. She can be... a bit 'folle', crazy." Marie warned me. "You will get to know her 'trés bien' soon enough. Don't worry". I was getting used to her french accent by now already. And then she quickly changed the subject to more important things, like how much I would earn (yes, incredibly we hadn't discussed that in our first meeting), how she woudl pay me weekly, what other chores and assignments was I supposed to do, and so on. I barely spoke, just agreed with my head all the time. My mind, on the other hand, was rushing on the word crazy. What did Marie mean when se warned me about crazy Jess? And why did she do it? I left Marie's office really confused. I just met Jessica, and it could well be that she had another side I hadn't seen yet. But she had been so nice to me that I could hardly believe it. What was with her and her "winking problem"? Was it even a problem? "Tanya!!" I heard from behind and I jumped. "GOD! You scared me Jessi.. I mean, Jess" I brought one hand to my chest trying to recover from the scare. "Come on, I need your help here, move your cute girily ass!". It was time to refill a couple of already empty shelves with more bread, so I went to the back were Paul and Ryan had just arrived and waved them hello. Then I realized my looks were not my best. You have to realize that most of the time, the temperature inside a bakery tends to be higher than normal. I took a mental note not to wear the t-shirt under the uniform the next day. I was wet of sweat all over, and my hair was toally messed up. But they didn't seem to care, if they noticed at all. "Let me help you". Ryan, who was already wearing his white appron all bakers wear, stepped up to help me. He was quite good looking, in his mid twenties, strong and muscular. I noticed a wedding ring and I sighed. He reminded me so much of Cesar. Both latinos with same kind of cute face and fit body. Suddenly I realized I had not even had a single thought of Cesar in such a long time. It didn't seem possible. I was again lost in my own thoughts when Ryan extended her hand. "Hey, I just wanted to say hi, I'm Ryan Garcia, and have been working here for some time now. If you need anything just ask, ok?" he said so politely. Any similarities to Cesar jad just been broken. I shook his hand back "Hi Ryan, I'm Tanya the new clerk, nice to meet you and thank you". "Get off your greasy hands from her, you lazy boy!" suddenly shouted Jess, giggling at the same time at what seemed an obvious joke. "Nice to see you too, Jess" he giggled back, and then turned to me again: "So, how is your first day coming along?" With no time for me to answer, we heard a voice from the back. "RYAN!! Come on, move! We need to get it done by tomorrow, you hear me?". "That's Paul. I better get going. See you around Lady T." And he left with a hurry. He had just left me with my mouth gaping open, I turned to Jessica and we both burst in laughs at the same time. "Lady T? What the hell was that?" "My Lady, didn't you know? We're back at the medieval age!" Jess added, and we couldn't stop ourselves from laughing again. Was her hand softly stroking my shoulders? Was it accidental or was she flirting with me? Even though I was laughing, I couldn't help but notice how Jessica's hand was "dangerously" approaching my right breast, while getting support leaning on to me. "DING!". "Go get them, I will finish this in here". An "Sure, Jess". Saved by the bell, I guessed. Did I want to be saved at all though? What was wrong with me? I shrugged off my complicated mind and took care of my clerk chores for the rest of the evening. We closed the store at 8 PM and for the last hour of our shift, worked our asses off on cleaning duties. Mowing the floor, washing the wooden shelves and the glass boards, and even the staff bathroom. Jess told me I had to do that everyday while she was going to take care of the money recount. I actually didn't mind, although that was not what Marie had told me. But I wouldn't want to start out bad in just my first day so I just nodded. It wasn't yet 9 PM when Marie came by to say I had worked hard and she liked what she saw. Being my first day, I could leave early, and so could Jess considering she had been sick the day before. I started to go to the change room, but Jessica stopped me with her hand. "Where are you going? Don't you want to get some food home?" She winked at me again. "What do you mean?" "Didn't you know? We can take home whatever is left. It is going to be thrown away anyway, so the more we can make use of it the better. Grab some plastic bag and take whatever you might need" and she did as she told me too. "Come on, the winner gets into the change room first" she smiled. Obviously she beat me. I was too tired to even care. I grabbed a round brown bread and a couple of chocolate croissants. I thought I actually didn't know what Helen liked. Right. Helen. She would be probably at home preparing dinner and worrying about me. I had been so busy all the afternoon I hadn't had time to even think about Helen. I slowly went back to the change room and waited outside for Jess to come out. When she appeared after the door, my eyes turned wide shut. She was wearing a really sexy halter-style nylon red dress with a flair skirt, her whole back and shoulders were naked. She had stiletto red shoes on her feet, with no stockings. I was absolutely stunned. "Wanna come with me? Fancy to party some tonight? We deserve the fun, don't you think?" her broadly bright smile showed up again. One could stare for hours at those long legs. "What!?" "Oh, I'm sorry Tanya. I guess you must be tired. I was also, my first day here, but now I'm used. "Tired is not the word. I'm exhausted!" Jess giggled and winked at me again. "Some other day then, ok sweety?" And she walked out waving good bye never looking back. "See you tomorrow!" she said right when she was leaving the store's front door. I took off my uniform still mesmerized by Jessica's sight. Then I thought of Helen. More unanswered questions arose for me; my brain was overflooded with confusion. Why was I suddenly so horny? I sit down there and introduced my left hand inside my panties. Gosh, how could I become so wet in such a short time? Nothing like that had ever happened to me before. I freaked out a bit, but I could not stop at that point. I closed my eyes, I envisioned Helen taking care of me, softly brushing my hair and kissing my forehead, just like she had done not so long ago. Then in my mind appeared Jess also, with her red dress. My middle finger was in automatic motion and I couldn't control it anymore. It began to rub my clit frantically. My breathing soon became quick and fast, as I bit my lip to avoid making any sound. I knew how to bring myself off without giving up too much attention. And boy did I need that. More images of Helen, naked on the bed and sleeping, and Jess in her pink uniform, intertwined in my imagination. I reached an orgasm in less than a minute. I remained sitting in the chair for some more moments, waiting to gain back some strength. I quickly dressed up and left. ------------------ During my 3-bus trip back to Helen's place I had time to think. Time that I used to get me even more confused. What did mean to Helen what we did the other day? Was I really falling in love with her or was it just the fondness developed between a victim and her saviour? Was it even right? Why was I suddenly lusting after women, specially blonde ones? Why should I be warned about Jess' crazyness? Was she really flirting with me or it was just a product of my imagination? Where did Lana fit into all that? My brain was going to implode. I let a couple of tears slide down out of my eyes. I wanted to see Lana, right now, right there. She would soon be 1 month old. I needed to see her.