New Job

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It had been almost 2 weeks since she had started her new job. Being a pizza
delivery girl was not glamorous by any means. Unfortunately, having a loaded
school schedule didn't leave time for a job with normal hours. Even more
unfortunate than that, $4.25 was sadly the magic wage. But her tips had been
fair and she was beginning to feel more at ease with her new co-workers and
temporary occupation.

It was the end of another sweltering day in Bakersfield. Hot weather didn't
go well with delivering. Having light auburn hair and fair skin especially
sucked on days like these. The only thing you could hope for was a cool
evening. As Anna got out of her always reliable Toyota, she adjusted her
dorky red viser. She decided who ever had worn it before, must have had an
enormous head being as she could barely keep it on. Flustered, she looked
down at her red work shirt with the corny yellow writing on it. It read,
"Great People...Great Pizza." Feeling as idiotic as the pizza slogan
sounded, she walked back into the kitchen hoping the late night would bring
unexpected business.

She was greeted by a wave of greasy air and the overpowering smell of pizza
and chicken. One look at her manager and Anna knew she was in the wrong
place at the wrong time. She may have only worked at this fine dining
establishment for a short while, but if there was one thing she could do
well, it was assess the mood of her manager. Being the bosses son didn't
exactly make him diplomatic when it came to problem solving. Yelling seemed
to be about as creative as he got. Alan was in his early 20's and managing
the store appeared to be all he was interested in. He wasn't exactly
upwardly mobile. His Hyundai hatchback barely ran and Anna wasn't sure he
even graduated from high school. But there was something about him that drew
her to him. Maybe it was his butt she thought with a smirk. Even she
couldn't help but to notice those things sometimes. Alan was tall and trim
with beautiful green eyes. His arms were strong and she caught herself
thinking about how it would feel to run her hands down them. She imagined
the sexy natural curves pressing against her while he held her close.
Unfortunately these thoughts usually crossed her mind at the most
inoppurtune times, like now.

"Filter that fryer!" he screamed at her as she stepped into the kitchen.
Once again the world hung in the balance over whether or not some schmuck
got his potato wedges in 5 minutes. Anna nodded and smiled, trying to
reassure Alan. To no avail. He was too busy being angry and beligerent. She
rushed over to the fryer and tried to remember which lever went down first.
This was of course the only skill she had yet to master at her
sophisticated, high tech career of pizza delivery. Within a breath Alan
stomped over and pushed Anna out of the way. With a slew of somewhat muffled
insults, he yelled that she was stupid and useless. The skeleton crew in the
kitchen quietly resumed their jobs, keeping their heads down. It seemed that
Anna had been singled out to be the punching bag of the day. Same story the
day before when Alans car wouldnt start and his problems seemingly mounted.
Somehow Annas eagerness as a new employee had been manipulated into some
kind weapon that he could use against her. And knowing this made his current
fit even more intolerable. Maybe it was the heat. Maybe it was her
red-headed temper but Anna couldnt take it anymore. Leaving the deadly
silence in the kitchen, she stormed into the walk-in after him.

"Dont talk to me like I'm stupid" she screamed. "You treat people like shit
all the time and think its ok. It's not ok. I dont get paid enough to put up
with your tantrums. If you ever talk to me like that again you can deliver
the fucking pizzas yourself." He looked at her with fire in his eyes. She
met his stare and didn't back down. She felt empowered and unusually
aroused. She didn't know whether to tackle him on a chicken box or stammer
an apology. Suddenly overwhelmed with reason, Anna turned and walked out,
now afraid his next words would be, "You're fired." She walked back to the
awaiting pizza, signed out the delivery and left.

The heat from the summer night couldn't compare to heat raging within her.
She sped down the street and let the night air blow through her hair. Unable
to find anything on the radio that wasn't obnoxious she had to settle for
Janes Annoying Addiction. With her delivery under way, she began to calm
down. She realized she had let emotion overcome her reason. She had been mad
enough to get in a slap fight and now wasn't sure what to do. Taking her
time on the way back to the store, she desperately prayed the late hour
would bring her closer to the end of her shift.

She strode into the kitchen, trying to maintain an image of confidence. She
returned herself on the computer screen and resumed her work. Alan was no
where in sight. Surely off doing some managerial duty she mused. It had been
a slow night after the fryer fiasco and the kitchen crew had closed and was
ready to go home. Anna went to her dishes and finished up. She had never
wanted to escape so badly in her life. Pretty soon she noticed the kitchen
crew was gone. Even the other driver had cashed out, finished his chores and
went with them. She felt really alone. She had barely began to mop with
industrial disinfectant, when she looked up and saw Alan, cooly leaning in
the doorway. She didn't really know what to say so she stuttered something
about being done in a few minutes. He looked at her fiercly. His eyes were
burning as though any calming down he had done over the last hour had been
for naught after seeing her again. She felt a storm of emotion rise up in
her and she looked away, afraid he could see right through it.

He went back into the office and Anna put her mop down. She carefully walked
around the yellow 'caution wet floor' sign and went after him. It was the
first time she had been in the office since she was hired. Above the adding
machine hung her application and a photocopy of her drivers license. She
tried not to wince at the picture. Unshaken by the tension, she leaned in
the doorway just as he had done to her. Their eyes met. Anna wasn't sure
what would come next or how she was finding the balls to try any of this
sober. Without speaking, she took a step forward. Alan reached his arm out
passed her, the sides of his arm barely brushing her face. He pushed the
door closed behind her. Even with their sudden closeness, she stood there
cooly. His male physique was inches from her own body but the intense
expression in her eyes remained the same.

It was characteristic of Anna to feel awkward and shy or babble something
nervously. But for once she had no fear for what was to come next. Alan
reached his hands around behind her head. He began to loosen her one size
fits all visor. Freeing it from her head he pulled out the delicate hair tie
that managed to hold back her thick hair. He flung it on the ground and
before he could pull her to him for a kiss, Anna leaped forward. Their lips
met furiously. With their bodies smashed together she could feel him against
her. Their arms and mouths entangled and Anna slammed him against the
bulletin board, notes requesting days off falling to the floor. She began to
undo the buttons of Alans uniform with a fury like she had never known.
Impatiently she ripped the last few, exposing his beautiful chest, his shirt
hanging by a thread.

Anna kissed down his chest. She playfully sucked on his nipple, all the
while holding him to the wall. She reached down to unclasp his button and
zipper and stuck her hand in his pants. He gasped as she freed his penis
from his underwear. She felt totally in control. Dropping to her knees she
lightly kissed his penis. He sounded like he could barely breath. That gave
her an evil little bit of satisfaction. Slowly she took it in her mouth. At
first she barely moved giving a slow, gentle suck. He moaned with delight.
Anna began to push harder and eventually faster letting his penis slide
almost all the way out of her mouth until she caught it just in time. This
made him almost burst. So she began to slow down, to tease. She let it
linger in her mouth. Alan, having had enough of this game, regained control.
Pulling her up he began to dish it out.

Anna was even more aroused by his renewed intensity. He ripped at her shirt,
sticking his hand inside to feel her warm little nipples. Fighting with her
3 hook bra, he came out victorious. It joined her shirt and other garments
in a growing pile on the floor. Their bare skin fused together and Anna
could barely breath through the intensity of their kisses. He had her pinned
against the door, his hands fumbling at her shorts. Once unbuttoned, they
slid to the floor. He placed his hands on her butt and lifted her up. Anna
wraped her legs around his waist. He carried her to the counter and after
shoving the adding machine aside, sat her down.

Alan pulled back, running his hands up Anna's legs. He picked her feet up,
resting her legs over his shoulders. Anna leaned back against the wall. She
raised one butt cheek, then another as he slid her panties out from under
her. They tickled her legs as he drew them to her ankles. His hands glided
down to her warm and inviting slit. He traced along the lips of her labia
teasing her, almost with a sense of retribution. She began to gasp for air.
She ached for him to be inside of her.

She put her legs down and sat up. She took Alans penis and massaged it in
her hand. He closed his eyes and with a little moan exhaled. Masking her
tempest, she unfolded a gentle kiss on his lips. Alan opened his eyes and
saw right into her. He pulled on Annas thighs, helping her slide forward
almost until she was hanging on the edge of the counter. He pushed into her,
easing his penis into her alluring vagina. She felt it inch up inside her
and closed her eyes.

That was the final moment of calm before the storm. He began to glide in and
out of her. Anna felt her pulse quickening. Every motion made her shudder.
Faster and faster, so much it felt too good to be real. Alans staggered
breathing was like music to her. So much she could barely hear it over her
own cries. His hot breath on her ear as he began to suck her earlobe almost
gave her sensory overload. Her hips rocked in to him and he fucked her with
full force. Her fingers curled over his shoulders as she dug her nails into
his back. She felt herself on the brink and began to hold on with all she
had. She felt herself gripping, and then with a cry, letting go. He lingered
there, still inside her. His warm cum ran down her leg to the linoleum
below. He breathlessly rested his head against her chest and her arms warmly
wrapped around him. She looked at the floor below. Her work shirt was faced
down and she could clearly read the logo scrawled in yellow letters on the
back. She thought to herself with a smile, "I guess thats why they say,
'Great People... Great Pizza."