After lunch Zeke dropped me off in front of the store. As I walked in, one of the cashiers, greeted me and said, "Hi, I am Erica. I look forward to working underneath you."

I looked at her and thought Lisa had some amazing eyes, but Erica's eyes were melting me right at the front door.

The next thought I had was, "Oh shit, here I go again." I sure hoped she was not married.  

She had red hair that was on fire, and she was as hot a woman as you will ever see. And those eyes, oh, those eyes. They were the color of light blue water, and had a piercing stare that could melt anyone. I wondered if her bush was on fire like her hair.

I told her, "Thank you. I am sure we will work together well."

I went to the office where two department managers sat, and I introduced myself. 

Jack, one of them, said, "We know who you are. The big shot from up north. Welcome to hell."

This was about as bad a first impression as you could have.

I asked Jack, "Why do you call this hell?"

The other manager, Preston, laughed and said, "You will find out soon enough. Fucking Zeke is crazy. The last two assistants don't work for the company anymore. Zeke will stab you in the back, so be very careful. He will dig up something on you, and be cautious around Amy and Lydia. Those two, we both are sure they are fucking Zeke and report and spy on everyone here."

I asked, "Is that the girl in front right now?"

Jack replied, "No. That is Erica, and she is okay. She is new here, and I understand she wants to be a manager someday."

I said, "Oh, Okay. What are you supposed to be doing today? You must have an assignment, don't you?"

They both laughed, and Jack replied, "Nope. We do what we want to do. Zeke does not like assignments." 

I did not know where to start. The store was a mess, and it was clear no one gave a shit. 

I looked at both and said, "Look. Zeke may not like assignments, but I do. From this day forward, we will run this store as the company wants us to. The first thing I want you two to do is shape up, get your ass on the sales floor, and clean this place up. Now move it."

Those two ran head-over-heels to the sales floor, and I saw instant action. A few minutes later, I helped them make the place shoppable.

 I knew I had made an impression

When I got home that night, I popped a beer as soon as I walked into my apartment. 

I thought how lucky I was to be where I was. Lisa and those eyes. Oh, those eyes.

She had taken some nude pics of herself and sent them to me as a going-away present.

I went to my computer and downloaded them. As I looked at each picture, I was getting hard.

I wished she was with me right then now so I could fuck her. Mostly, I wanted to taste her nectar.

I pulled down my pants and stroked my cock to the slide show I had made. There was a pic of her nude with her legs wide open. I came so hard my cum landed on my laptop. 

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The next day at work, I sat and thought about how I had been told this store was a problem. I wondered how much the District Manager knew how deep the problems were. 

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One month into my new assignment, things were better but not perfect. Zeke found out that I worked and could control the store, which gave him more freedom not to be here. 

I often saw him leave with Amy or Lydia at midday and not return to the store for the day. 

I knew what I was told about him fucking them was probably true, and just like my last store, all of them were married. 

A week after that, the District Manager visited us, and Zeke was there the whole day. I don't know how he knew we would have a visit, but he did.

As we walked around the store, one thing after another was wrong, and Zeke would say, "I told Mark about that the other day. I will make sure he gets it done."

Shit, he did it over and over.

We would walk by something and receive a compliment, and Zeke would say, "Yes, I did that."

Jack was with us as we walked, watching my face turn red. He tapped me on the shoulder and whispered, "I told you so."

I began to think I was fucked. 

I went home, and before I popped a beer, I texted Lisa and asked how my old department and she were doing. 

I was not expecting an answer right away, but she sent a text back and said, "The store is doing well, I guess. I would be, too, if I could ever get my lame-ass husband to fuck me."

I responded, "Sorry to hear that, Lisa."   

She replied, "Are you alone right now? Do you have face time?"

I answered, "Yes to both questions."

Lisa said, "Turn it on."

I turned on my phone to see Lisa doing a strip show for me. She danced around her bedroom. 

Then she put her face almost against the phone and said, "Look into my eyes, and what are they telling you?" 

I was melting as always, looking at those amazing blue eyes.  Oh, those eyes.

I replied, "I might be wrong, but I think you are horny."

She smiled and said, "Bingo."

She took her phone down and sat on the nightstand then stood in front of it and fingered her pussy. I could see every detail to perfection.

She would soak her finger in her pussy, bend down in front of the phone and lick her finger clean. Then, she'd ask me, "Don't you wish that was your finger."

I pulled out my cock and began masturbating.

She put her face close to the phone, put her mouth in a perfect circle, and acted like she was blowing me. 

I yelled at my phone and told her, "Put your pussy in front of the phone. I want to cum on it."

She did that, and a minute later, I shot a load of cum all over my phone.

She kept masturbating as I cleaned up my phone, and she had an orgasm or two.

She returned her face to the phone so I could see those eyes. Oh, those eyes. Lisa said, "Nothing has changed for me, and I miss sex. Let me know your schedule, and if you want to, I can call you. We can do this from time to time."

I took a picture of my schedule and sent it to her, saying, "Whenever you want to, I should be available. Just text me first, please, in case I am at a restaurant or whatever."

She smiled and said, "You got it. I'd better go now; I have food cooking. Nice, umm, talking with you. Let's do it again soon."  

She hung up, and so did I.

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It was Zeke's day off two days later, and I got a phone call from the District Manager, Mike. He said, "Mark, I see a lot of improvement in the store, and I know it is you. I know what kind of man Zeke is. I know he lies constantly. Don't let him get you down. I have your back. Call me if you need me. Don't tell anyone, and I mean anyone, about this conversation."

He then gave me his private cell phone number.

I felt like the weight of the world was lifted off my back.

Jack and Preston fell into line. They found new energy in doing their jobs. More than once, they would come to me and thank me for my help.

I discovered that Erica was not married but had an on-and-off again boyfriend.

Things were better, but Zeke would occasionally throw a curveball at me, like the one time I was on a day off and had just finished a round of golf. I was enjoying my lunch with a beer when Amy and Lydia walked in and sat close to me with another employee and others I did not know.

I thought it would be nice to buy them a round of drinks, which I did. Amy came to my table and thanked me, and that was the end, or so I thought. 

Zeke called me to the office the next day when I came in.

I went to his office and said, "What up?"

Zeke pointed to a chair and said, "Sit down. I have something to discuss with you. You are aware of my no-fraternizing policy. Aren't you?" 

I replied, "Yes, I am." 

Zeke said, "So what are you doing out drinking with employees? Amy said you were out with them. I have a warning all written out for you to sign. I will not put up with that."

Once I calmed down from my anger, I said, "Did you want to hear my side of the story, or are you just going to listen to Amy's bullshit? All I did was buy them a drink, and she thanked me; that was it. I will not sign that crap. Let's call Mike right now."

I could tell I had touched a nerve with Zeke, and he replied, "Oh, I did not know that. Forget what I said."

He got up, left the office, and went home, or at least left the store.

Two hours later, I got a call from Zeke's wife. She asked me, "Is Zeke there, Mark? The girl who answered the phone thought he had left."

I replied, "No, he is not. I thought he went home. I don't know where he is. Maybe he went to lunch. I don't know."

All I heard after that was a dial tone.

The store was beginning to drive me crazy.

That afternoon, Erica came to the office wearing the shortest red dress I had ever seen. Her silky-smooth legs were firmly on display. The dress was also cut low and showed off her perky tits.

She walked over to me and said, "I heard there may be an opening for a department manager soon here. I want that job, and I will do anything I can to get it, and I mean anything."

Her eyes were looking straight into my soul. It was as if she knew exactly what I was thinking.

I did my best to compose myself and said, "Yes, Erica, there will be an opening soon. Roger is leaving the company, and his spot will be open. Keep doing a good job, and I am sure you will be considered."

She turned to the side, almost like she wanted me to see her ass, and said, "If there is anything I can do to help my chances, just let me know. I told you before I would do anything, and I mean it."

I watched as she walked out of the office and saw each butt cheek move with her walk.

If she is a friend of Zeke’s, maybe I was being set up.

Jack entered the office, and I asked him, "Is Erica close to Zeke like Lydia and Amy?" 

He looked at me, laughed, and said, "No. Zeke does not like her. I think he tried to get into her pants and was rebuffed. Erica has told me more than once that the only reason she is here is for the money, and if something else turns up, she is gone."

I nodded my head.

The following week, we had our store inventory, and the results were awful. We were to be designated a risk store as our losses far exceeded expectations.

A day later, we had a full audit with loss prevention, looking through everything. Zeke just sat in the office like everything was okay.

Three days later, Mike, the District Manager, showed up.

He pulled me aside before he went to speak with Zeke and said, "Shit is going to hit the fan today. Be ready for the fallout."

Ernie from Loss Prevention followed Mike in and headed to the office. 

One hour later, police showed up, and Zeke left the store in handcuffs.

As Zeke walked by me, if looks could kill, I would be a dead man.

Mike called me to the office, and I sure hoped I was not next on the chopping block. 

I entered the office, and Mike said, "Mark, I want you to know how much the company and I appreciate the job you have been doing. I have known for some time that Zeke was stealing from the company. With the help of loss prevention, we have him on tape stealing. His being escorted out of here in cuffs was more for show than anything. We hope others will see that and quit, as we are sure he had help stealing." 

I asked, "Is there anything you want me to do now?"

He replied, "You will be the acting manager. We will soon find a new manager and an assistant manager."

I began to shake and asked, "But I am the assistant."

Mike smiled and said, "You are for now. I have other plans for you. I can't tell you where yet, but you are returning to the area you came from as a new store manager. We do not want you to be in this store. We want a brand-new look in management here. I will let you know where you are going in the next few weeks but run this place like it is yours for now. Congratulations are a little premature, but you will soon be a store manager." 

I got up, shook his hand, and said, "Thank you. I won't let you down."

The news of Zeke's demise spread like wildfire throughout the store and soon afterward around nearby stores. I got a few calls from outside congratulating me, and in the store to a person, everyone thanked me except Amy and Lydia.

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A week later, I was going home when I was walking by Erica, who was sitting outside on a bench. I took a closer look, and it looked like she was crying. 

I went to her and asked, "Is everything okay?"

She shook her head, looked up at me, and said, "My damn car broke down. It's over at Joe's garage, and they told me it will probably not be ready until tomorrow. Look at me. I am a mess. I tried to fix it and got grease all over my clothes. The worst part is that I ripped my pants, and I am due to work in five hours. I can't work like this."

I did not know what she meant by ripped pants as I saw no tears.

I put my hand on her shoulder and said, "We can give you some stuff to help you clean up, and I will make sure you get a ride home tonight after work. You will be okay." 

Erica stood up, turned around, and pointed to a massive tear right down her pants. Her butt cheek was almost hanging out, and it was clear she had no underwear on. She said, "I can't work like this, Mark."

My face turned red, and I said, "I agree. I will tell you what I will do. How about I give you a ride home, and you can get some new pants, and I will drive you back here? Is that okay?"

She turned around and hugged me, and said, "Thank you, Mark."

On the way home, Erica was wiggling in her seat, so I asked her, "Are you okay?" 

She replied, "My butt hurts, and these pants are making it worse. They are rubbing up against my scratch. When you stop at the light, I will take them off. You won't look, will you?" 

I shook my head.

We stopped at the light, and she took them off, and I lied. I just had to look, and she had a perfect V-shaped fire bush.

I felt my cock stir in my pants as we drove on.

We got close to her apartment, and she said, "I am leaving my pants off. Will you walk behind me so the whole world does not see my butt as we walk upstairs to my place?"

I answered, "Of course.

I got out of my car first and then opened her door and stood behind her to block her ass from anyone else's view.

She walked slowly to her stairs and said, "Be patient. It hurts a little to walk." 

She walked up the steps slowly, and with each step, I could not help but see her pussy and her magnificent ass wiggle as she walked.

We got to her door, and she said, "Get closer. I do not want anyone to see me like this."

She pulled my hand, and I was right up against her as she unlocked the door. We walked in, and she put her jeans on a chair and walked to her bedroom.

I heard her scream from her bedroom and yell out, "Look at my butt. I hope the scratch does not leave a scar. Mark, will you come here, please." 

I walked into her bedroom, and she was looking at her butt in a full-length mirror. She was standing face forward to me, and I had a perfect view of her silky-smooth legs and that red fire bush.

I asked, "What did you need, Erica?"

She turned around and asked, "Do you think I will have a scar there? If I do, as a guy, would that bother you?"

I looked at her, almost drooling, and replied, "Not a chance, Erica. You are a stunning-looking woman, and scar or no scar, that won't change."

She replied, "Whew. That's good to hear. I will take a quick shower and get this grease off of me before you drive me back to work."

With not  a care in the world, she took off her shirt and bra right in front of me, smiled, and jumped into the shower.

I adjusted my pants and sat down in her living room. I heard the water stop, and Erica yelled, "Come sit in here, Mark, and talk to me as I get ready."

I could not pass up an invitation like that, so I walked into her bedroom and sat down on her bed.

She walked out of the bathroom covered in her towel and looked at me with those turquoise eyes. Oh, those eyes.

She began drying off with no regard for what I could see. She dried off her legs first, and I had a perfect view of those thirty-four B boobs with rosy, red nipples.

She asked, "You don't mind seeing me like this, do you? I will cover up if you do."

I could not utter a word. All I could do was shake my head.

She finished drying off, went back into her bathroom and came out with some first-aid creme, and said, "Will you put some of this on my butt. I can't reach back there." 

I just shook my head.

She walked over, squirted some of the creme in my hand, and turned around so I could put it on her.

I rubbed some of it on her wound, and she said, "Don't stop. That feels good."   

I was hard as a rock by then, and I know she knew it. What she told me that day kept playing back in my head. "I will do anything you want me to do to get that promotion, and I mean anything."

I thought about it, and seeing as I was a short timer in my store and she was by far the most qualified for the job, I thought I might as well take her up on her offer.

I kept rubbing her butt and then slipped a finger into her pussy. 

Erica moaned out, "That's what I need. Finger fuck me, Mark."

I put two fingers in her and went in and out, and she bent over and said, "More. Fuck me more. Fuck me with your cock Mark. I want it. I always have."

I got up, undid my pants, and plunged my cock into the steaming red-hot firebox.

She felt so good, maybe even better than Lisa.

I pumped her a minute or two, turned her around, and tossed her on the bed. I wanted to fuck her looking into those eyes. Oh, those turquoise eyes.

I was fucking her, looking at those eyes, and watched her bite her lip. Her scent filled up the room the more I fucked her. It was like a dream come true for me fucking two beautiful women in that short of a span when they both had eyes that would melt any man.

Her pussy lips took control of my cock, almost like grabbing it as I fucked her.

Erica moaned out, "Fuck me, Mark. Fuck me like there is no tomorrow. This is the best I have ever been fucked. Don't stop."

I looked into those eyes and could see her pleasure. I could not last any longer and filled her up with my cum. 

She hugged me, and I hugged her for several moments before she laughed and said, "I guess I better finish getting ready for work."

I could have fucked her all day and night, but I knew I had to get her to work. 

She got up and got dressed, and I took her to work. 

She kissed me on my cheek and said, "Thank you for everything today, Mark. You are a true gentleman. You drove me back and forth to work, waited for me, and, umm, yes, all of it. It was a great day, and I hope we can share a little more before you move on."

Erica and I did have a few more rounds. Let me correct that. We fucked as much as possible before I had to leave.

I recommended Erica for the promotion, and she got it two days before I left. She was as happy as you have ever seen anyone.

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 Mike called me and told me where I was going to go. It was close to where I had been before.

On my first day in the new store, I met with the management staff, which was my first time doing that as a manager. 

As I was shaking their hands, I approached a woman, and I knew I knew her. Then it hit me: it was Daryl's wife. 

I looked at her and her eyes. Oh, those eyes and asked, "Are you Daryl's wife?"

She replied, "I was. We are now separated."

To be continued.