Mystery Flasher 2: The Return

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“Ah, ha, ha, ha, stayin’ aliiiiii, hiiii, ha-haiiiiiii, iiive, haaa yehaa-aah!”I put my head in my hands to try to escape Vaughn’s Bee Gees routine, and the round of stares and giggles it had brought from the crowd of teenagers nearby. It was early Saturday evening, and I was in for the long haul at the music section of the bookstore. In no shape to deal with customers or my coworkers’ insanities was I; five-thirty and I still felt hungover, having put away most of a bottle of Malibu at Lou’s housewarming party the night before. But I got no sympathy. Customers seemed to speak louder than necessary on purpose, as if they knew my pain and wanted to torment me. My new coworker, Vaughn, I had no question about; he definitely wanted to torment me. Ever since he discovered the “Saturday Night Fever” soundtrack in our “in-store play” pile, he’d blast it at every opportunity.”Hi, Jack.” I looked between my fingers to see a dark, long-haired beauty looking over her shoulder at me. I had no idea who she was, but she looked ultra-fine. Her jean shorts were rolled halfway up her calf, exposing long, tanned legs. The vest she wore over the small green T-shirt was short and sexy. A second later when my eyes reached her face, she grinned and started walking away. With a start I realized it was her, the girl who’d freaked the hell out of me three weeks ago. That face had been grafted onto my memory!Despite the long black hair, I was sure it was her. She must have been wearing a wig, but it looked very real. Not a few men gazed at her as she sashayed towards the art section, possibly noting as I had that she probably wasn’t etlik escort wearing panties. I couldn’t see her face but I knew she was still grinning, knowing exactly what that walk did to guys like me. Folks who can appreciate beauty, yeah, that’s it. “Jeez, man, where do you know her from?” Vaughn poked me.”She’s a customer, you pervert.” He was caught in mid-twirl, twisted around to look at my mysterious playmate. “Damn, Vaughn, put your tongue back in your mouth, wouldja? You’re gonna get caught looking one day.””Yeah, you will too, homes. You’re worse than me. What about that Indian girl, the other night, what was her name –“”Riva,” I said absently as I continued to watch my temptress in disguise as she asked another coworker to retrieve a book from the overstock bins above the shelves. Somehow I knew she was leaning forward a bit, waiting for him to glance downwards.”Yeah, Riva, or something, the one who got you to wrap all those books for her, individually, in different kinds of paper, ’cause she said you have great hair… Yer a sucker for a pretty face, dude. She was fine, though.””Uh huh, shoor was,” I repeated, eyeing the perfect way her asscheeks bulged oh-so-slightly, thinking of how they’d feel in my hands –“Sir, excuse me, could you point out the Contemporary Christian section?”I bit the inside of my cheek hard to regain focus, and proceeded to find Andy Griffith’s “Heaven’s Over That Way, Stupid” or whathaveyou for another of the masses. Let someone else get theirs, I figured, she’ll be back or she won’t. Besides, not much could happen; I was supposed to be making keçiören escort sure that no heavy metal, rap or Judy Garland discs walked out the door, and it was doubtful she’d flash her bare breasts on a crowded Saturday night. Still, as I led customers through the store to find their Bach or B-52’s I’d catch a glimpse of her, usually talking to some older male with a half-smile on dark red lips.The crowd gradually thinned and grew as the hours passed. Shortly before eight I announced the concert in the cafe, “Roughneck Susie and her Cacaphonous Cajuns,” with as much of a straight face as I could muster. As I was winding up I caught sight of her, walking towards me with a big smile. “…That’s in fifteen minutes, folks, in our cafe.” When she leaned against the desk I noticed she wasn’t wearing a bra. “We’ll see both of your, uhm, we’ll see you there!” I blurted, slamming down the phone without hitting the release key, making a loud click-thump over the intercom. She burst out laughing, turned and walked away quickly.I was torn between diving for cover and watching her leave when laughter behind me caught my attention. Danni was giggling as she bounced to the desk. “I know exactly what happened to you,” she grinned, poking me.Danni was a new coworker in books, short, full of energy, gay, and cute. From comments that she’d made I judged we had the same tastes in women. “You saw her, didn’t you?””Who?” I said innocently. “Your great-grandmother looking at the gay video guides?”She poked me again. “No, dummy, the girl in the vest. She’s in here a lot. She’s wearing a wig. I’ve kızılay escort seen her tease men all the time.””Yeah? What does she do?” I attempted to catch sight of her again with no avail.”Her usual thing is to wear sexy clothes, but one time I saw her brush her tits against some guy’s back as she went around him. She’s pretty hot, eh?” Danni babbled quietly. “Usually she’s with some friends, but I think she’s here alone tonight. I saw her come in when I had a smoke. I wish I had legs like that, either on me or around me –“”Okay, enough,” I said as my dick began to bulge in my jeans. “I got work to do, here, you lazy girl.” I tried to sound menacing as I picked up some discs to shelve, but she was still laughing as she walked away.”Try to control yourself,” she whispered just before a customer asked her for help. Though I began to work diligently, the image of Danni and my temptress making out kept flashing into my thoughts. My embarrassing erection was difficult to disguise; keeping a basketful of music to shelve at my waist, I kept returning to the desk to get more CD’s so as not to reveal my condition. Vaughn stayed at the desk to help customers, and glanced over at me periodically to wonder why I was working so hard.Suddenly I turned to find her standing in front of me, looking flushed. She leaned in close. “Take a break. Now. Go out and get in the blue microbus. Quick.” Without waiting for my reaction she began to almost run for the front door.I returned to the desk and dropped the basket on the floor. “I’m taking a break, Vaughn,” I said, as he fooled around with the computer. He nodded and I made my way to the front door as quickly and inconspicuously as possible, hoping my supervisor wouldn’t notice me taking my third smoke break.The VW, an old blue microbus that showed its age, was on the side of the building in a long row of cars. I glanced around, then walked to its door.

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