Erotic Work Tales : Builder of Bears

The day had the feeling of any other week day you thought as you settled into your shift. Your clientele mostly consisted of kids to young for school or those with the day off. A few young couples from time to time. Parents coming into purchase replacements and schedule parties or the like. You worked at the mall in Build A Bear after all, so your clientele was pretty predictable, the occasionally weird creepo aside it was a pretty good job, if boringly predictable.Than he came in, tucked in shirt, tense shoulders and small little notepad, looking more like an auditor than a customer.

“Can I help you?” You asked.

“Yea umm. I’m not going to buy anything today but I was hoping I could ask some questions?” He said clicking a pen as he opened his notepad.

“Sure but I gotta ask what’s the occasion? Or are you just the least subtle secret shopper ever?” You say.

He chuckles, you wonder what he looks like under his nondescript black mask. Fucking COVID.

“No it’s for my girlfriend. Her dad had sowed her a teddy bear when she was a baby and she’d kept it with her until it recently came apart. It really meant a lot to her. I’d make her a new one but I have no sewing skills,” he chuckled, a sweet hearty laugh, “but I thought I might check here out. Figured it might be the next best thing,” he replied.

“That’s sweet you thought,” wondering if Johnny would ever put this much thought or effor into a gift for you…

“So have you ever been in before?” You asked seeing what you were working with.

“No…” he replied sheepishly.

It did not take long to explain everything, twenty or thirty minutes at most. In that time you went over everything you could think of; prices, deals, bundles, special offers coming up, seasonal merchandise, as well as information regarding the materials used to produce the merchandise and even stopping to watch a coworker go thru the whole process. You could see that he took diligent notes in a spreadsheet manner(Studiously drawn before hand,)giving the impression he was writing in an excel sheet not a notepad.

When you had answered all of his questions he asked if you worked tomorrow and when.

You said yes and told him your scheduled time.

You saw his mask ripple in that way the cloth ones do when someone is smiling underneath. He said he would try to bring come by while you were working so all this time you just spent going over things wasn’t in vain, you fibbed and told him that would help even though your boss wouldn’t care. You smiled as you two said your farewells hoping he would keep his word.

The rest of your day was uneventful and dull allowing your hippocampus to discard the most of the days memoir the second you clocked out.

Driving home you thought about the man who had visited your work earlier. You couldn't help feeling envious of whoever he was with, you wondered if she understood how good she had. Divising a plan to keep the depression of your reality away you called Johnny.

“What up Doll?” He answered with his usual unaware arrogance.

“Hey Johnny, when you got me that TV for my birthday this year, how much research did you do?” You asked.

“Research, what am I a scientist? I just had my cousin hook me up. You know Benny, the one that works at Best Buy,” Johnny replied as the sound of him mashing buttons on his Xbox controller echoed in your ears.

“You had a conversation at least with him right? A through one, or maybe even a few?” You ask not sure why you were doing this to yourself.

“I mean yea I guess, I don’t know that was months ago Doll. Yo is this why you called me, to interrogate me? Cuz me and the boys are in the middle of shit in Castle Crashers,” Said Johnny oblivious to how stupid he sounded.

“Whatever. You want to come over tonight?” stuffing down the hurt from his words. Granted they came as no suprise, still it gave the uncomfortable feeling that Johnny was taking a cheesegrater to your heart. Still it would make using him tonight easier.

“For sure! On my way,” he said hanging up the phone.

Again you gave your hippocampus an easy time sorting the experience of your night with Johnny. Not suprisingly he only wanted to talk about himself, which was actually fine for because than you didn’t have to pretend you cared. You weren’t with him for his brains, his toned tan surfer bod held barely enough allure for you to make it worth inviting him over. Luckily his small brain ran out of topics quickly and the two of you finally retired to your bedroom.

The sex was what you’ve come to expect from him, not unpleasant but something that acted as more of a catalyst for your imaginating to create some true stimuli. You imagined it wasn’t Johnny's crude selfish hands but the soft (You assumed he lotioned.) hands of the man you’d met earlier. You debated giving him a name but decided that would make him to real. Convincing yoursel as much as you could you began rubbing your clit, slow and light circular motions at first but gaining speed and pressure as your fantasy enveloped your sense. Johnny began thrusting harder and faster thinking it was him that you were enjoying. This suited your purposes fine, and soon you could feel yourself edging close to an orgasm. The nameless customer going faster and deeper. Than you felt spit splatter down your crack and Johnny rub into your ass, fingering it with an experienced digit.

“Fuck,” you moaned imagining him doing that, now as long as Johnny didn’t talk you could…

“Ya you like that huh Doll? Like it when I fuck you all rough with a finger in your ass?” Said Johnny shattering the illusion.

“Fuck,” you repeated ready to cry in frustration and despair. You'd never wanted the ability to chomp off dicks with your vagina more than you had right than.

After that you remembered blackness swallowing you as you bury you head in the pillows until Johnny finished.

Your hippocampus deleted the rest of the night but considering that you woke up clean and alone you surmise that you took a shower and Johnny left postcoital.

Than performing your function as the capitalist automaton society had programmed you to be found yourself dressed, feed, and at work ready to serve the masses.

As usual your hippocampus found plenty to discard until a familiar face walked in.

He was dressed in the same genre of business casual clothes as before, this time trading out his notepad for a tone blond in an equally casual dress. They made a beautiful couple you hated to admit.

“What are we doing here babe? I’m not 8 you know that right?” She said nervously.

You moved to greet them, “hi welcome to Build a Bear. How can I help you?” You say trying your best to keep your attention focused on her afraid of what your eyes might relay if you gazed at him.

“I know that your old bear split apart in the washer a few weeks, the one your dad made you. I know it’s not the same and no one could ever replace it but I thought we could make you a new one. Something to make you feel better,” he said one of the most genuine smiles spread across his face.

Too your surprise she didn’t respond with anything close to joy, happiness or anything really positive. Instead you watched as she shut her eyes, scrunched her forehead and palmed her temple in exacerbation.

“Look okay I was going to wait until after today or maybe in a week or two but I can’t let you do this because I’ll have something special that always reminds me of you and fuck,” the girlfriend blurted out now red in the face.

“Whaattt?” Was all he could reply.

“Look I think your a great guy and all but I just want someone who isn’t so buttoned up and more fun and…” she seemed to just notice you were there, mouth open watching them, a circus goer mesmerized by a tiger turning on its trainer, “come on let’s go somewhere more private,” the girlfriend said pulling him by the arm.

Your boss sauntered up nonchalantly as you continued to gaze at the couple, now huddled in an alcove of the mall in hushed but heated debate.

“Wow that was something you don’t see everyday,” your boss said clearly having followed your gaze.

“Yea,” you replied still staring.

“By the way you think you can close?” Your boss finally asks. Her sudden presence no longer a mystery.

“Yes,” you say returning to your shift, the grey lens of reality again covering covering reality.

While most of the day proceeded in a fugue state you managed to keep your eye on the couple until the girlfriend (or most likely ex girlfriend now.) left and the man parked himself in a cheap chair in front of an even cheaper table in front of a moderately priced sandwich eatery. He stared dead eyed into space until someone from the sandwich shop came over to talk. He briefly left once to purchase a drink from the shope than to purchase a sandwich from it before resuming his dead eyed stare at his table. A birthday party rolled around so you were swamped with eight years creating a tornado of noise and chaos. Once that was done it was time for you to start closing, which was when you noticed to your surprise he was still sitting there. You could see other stores starting shuting down for the night and the security guards doing their final rounds looking for potential trouble and/or stragglers as the mall began its preslumber ritual.

Not sure what you were hoping for you found yourself slightly winded and standing over him, his gaze having shifted from whatever island of thoughts he had been marooned on all day to you. The tip of your shadow kissing his face.

“Hey they are gonna ask you to leave if you don’t get up soon,” you tell him.

He shrugged in response.

“You can hang out with me inside if your not ready to go,” you offered, still not sure why or what you expected to happen.

He looked at you strangely before replying, “okay,” and following you into your work.

He took a seat in a chair behind the counter, watching you as you clean up the store. Finally he said, “she cheated on me. In case you were wondering.”

“Fucking bitch,” you replied.

He laughed, “yea I guess she is.”

You close the gate separating your place of employment from the rest of the mall and began locking up the entrance doors.

“Did you ever want too?” You ask him.

“We aren’t together anymore so I can’t cheat on her but not really honestly. Never been the kind of guy to mess around, not that I’m a prude or anything. I’ve had one night stands and slept with people I've just met, just that when I’m committed, I’m committed. Guess I just don't like the drama. Part of the problem it seems,” he answered.

Hearing the confirming thud as you turned a key in the final lock you asked, “do you still want her?”

“Yes,” was all he could say. So quite you wouldn’t have heard him if you’d not been alone in a box of concrete.

“Show me,” you say as you turned to face him.

“What?” He says as confusion blanketed his face.

“Fuck me like you love me. Like I am the most, no the only thing in the world,” not waiting for a reply you stripped quickly. Knowing that statistically it was unlikely for him to resist.

He kicked himself off the chair eyes wide.

You cross over to him trying not run as the cold tile made your toes tingle.

“Pretend I’m her,” you say as you unbunckle his pants ready to support his rise but finding him already standing at attention.

Turning around and leaning over the counter, you waited, giving him a chance to bail. The vulnerability of the situation making it all the more erotic.

Much to your satisfaction you feel him position his cock between your lower lips and slide back and forth. He continues at it for a while his tip hitting your clit making you bite your lip before he grabbed a handful of each cheek and pushed himself inside of you. You feel his cock fill you to the brim as you writhed in pleasure. You can feel blood pumping into his cock pulsing and growing until the skin is stretched tight.

Surprising you one of his hands snakes up your body and cups a breast pulling you towards. Meanwhile he thrusts in again and again, his other making circular motions on your clit. You don’t know if he’s focused on you or thinking about her but you know this is the best damn sex you’ve had in awhile.

“Shit!” He moans, “I’m getting close, but I don’t have a condom.”

You smile as you moved his hand back from your breast to your ass and assume your starting position, “just stick it in my ass.”

His thrusts become more excited as he said, “you sure?”

“Yes I want to feel your cum dripping out of my asshole, come on do it!” You said swaying your hips.

You felt cool air rush into the void left from him exiting your pussy before elation filled you as he thrust his cock it in your asshole, the juices from your pussy giving him more than enough lubricant to slide in easily. Your asshole wraped around his cock trying to hold it in place as he slid in and out, reaching around begining to spin faster and harder around your clit. You feel the climax building but he crosses the finish line first, jerking and spasming as hot milky cum fills your asshole. Being the gentleman that he was his fingers never stop pleasuring you and soon you were the convulsing one as the impact of an orgasm thundered thru your body. Your knees buckle as you slid to the floor taking huge breathes, his warm spunk dripping down your legs and kissing your slit. Knowing that this would be one closing your hippocampus wouldn’t delete.

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