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Hard Body Shop Clerk - 1
by DL Sloan (getwild81@yahoo.com)
***
22-year-old Cori Banks lands a job putting her looks
and talents to use at a body shop. Her four male co-
workers and their clients enjoy the fringe benefits of
a hot babe who wears whatever they want her to and
fulfills all their sexual needs and fantasies upon
demand. (M+/F, reluc, exh, intr, mast, oral, anal, bd)
***
THURSDAY MORNING
Thursday. That meant it was time for Cori Banks' most
revealing outfit of the week. And that was saying
something, considering what she had worn and would wear
the rest of the week.
Monday it was a backless red mini-dress that barely
covered her thong-divided ass and revealed ample
cleavage. Tuesday was a little blue tube top and some
matching blue hot pants. Wednesday had been a mini-
skirt with a thong underneath and a tiny crop-top
sweater (with no bra, of course). She already knew
tomorrow would Daisy Duke day. For Saturday, she would
be instructed to wear a wildcard outfit, which could be
anything the staff chose for her.
At 22 years old, Cori had been dressing like this every
day for work for the past two years. Those who didn't
know better might have guessed she was a stripper or
call girl. Far from it. Cori worked at an auto body and
modification shop called, "The Hard Body Shop." Two
years ago, her hiring — which prompted the name change
from Ben's Body Shop — saved the shop, bringing in
countless new business. That wasn't easy to do in
little Darien, Georgia, and its population of just over
30,000.
But Cori, who would never consider herself a slut or do
anything she wasn't comfortable doing, had agreed to
come in and help keep the books along with providing
customer service and doing some advertising. How could
she help draw business? By putting her incredible body
on display in tantalizing outfits for any customers to
ogle at.
Ben, the 28-year-old shop owner, and his three
mechanics, John, Ty and Chad, had developed a weekly
wardrobe and dress code for Cori. This included some
general rules such as no bras and mandatory heels every
day, and a list of specific attire for each day of the
week. Every Thursday was bathing suit thong day, her
most revealing outfit of all.
She didn't wear the same outfit every week. On the
contrary, she never wore the same outfit from one week
to the next, unless specifically requested by someone
at the shop. Otherwise, she was required to have a
different mini-dress every Monday, hot pants on
Tuesday, etc. from what she wore the week before. For
this reason, she had at least a dozen variations of her
daily outfits.
Of the bikini thongs, she had three times that many.
This was a favorite of all the guys at the shop, as
well as the customers, and they were constantly buying
her new ones to wear for them. In fact, they bought all
her clothes at the shop. Her wardrobe budget was nearly
as large as her $25,000 salary. Under normal
circumstances, this wouldn't be much of a living, but
Cori had almost no expenses to speak of. Plus, she
earned bonuses that supplemented her income nicely. She
was far from rich, but making ends meet wasn't a
problem.
The shop provided her a small, fully-furnished
townhouse next to the shop. It was rent-free and she
had only to pay her utilities and cable. The shop also
gave her a free lease on a red convertible Corvette,
which had the company logo — a sexy profile of Cori
herself — on the side, a front license plate that read
"Hottie" and a back plate that read "Hard Body." Again,
all she had to pay for was gas.
Her benefits included full medical, dental and vision
coverage. She even had free use of a gym (which was
located in a separate room behind the shop), and a
tanning bed. The shop paid for her lunch every day as
well.
And, of course, all her clothes were paid for by the
shop, except for whatever she chose to wear on her own
time, which she had little of since the publicity had
really picked up. It seemed like everyone wanted a
piece of her time and usually a piece of her.
Fortunately, her body was committed only to the four
guys at the shop, and even their privileges were
restricted to a certain number of times per week.
Cori was no slut. She knew it and so did the guys she
worked with. She was a key part of the shop and the
guys were not only her co-workers, but also her best
friends. They respected her, treated her very well and
she was happy to please them visually and physically in
return.
She hoped they would like today's outfit, and, after
putting it on, was sure they would. Cori wasn't
conceited about anything, including her looks, but she
knew guys found her attractive and why.
She was 5-6, 120 pounds and had an incredible, all
natural, 36C-22-34 body. She had natural, golden blonde
hair just past her shoulders. Often, she'd wear it in a
ponytail. She had blue eyes, a pert nose, full lips, a
pretty white smile and small dimples.
As pretty as her face was, however, it was all about
that magnificent body. A hard body, as the guys liked
to call it. Her breasts were very full, round and firm,
sitting high on her chest with no signs of sagging and
no need for a bra, except to conceal her long, rubbery
nipples which were extremely sensitive and seemed to be
erect — or at least partially so — all the time.
She had a firm, round, bubble-butt of an ass and a
tight little pussy with juicy thick lips and light
blonde hair carefully trimmed into a tiny "landing
strip". Her legs were very long, and shapely with
athletic thighs and slender calves and ankles.
She had a naturally golden brown complexion enhanced by
frequent tanning. She had only subtle, very small tan
lines as she generally sunbathed nude. When she didn't
she wore only the skimpiest of string bikinis. She had
a small red heart tattooed on her left ass cheek and a
pierced navel with a small gold ring in it.
A cheerleader, tennis player and gymnast in high
school, Cori was in even better shape now. She worked
out most every day and concentrated her workouts on
enhancing the most desirable parts of her body.
Today's thong swimsuit did a pretty good job of
bringing out her highlights as well. It was a gold one-
piece, but oh, how little that piece covered. Two thin
gold bands — about the width of a ribbon on a package —
connected behind her neck and dropped down over her
breasts. The strips were barely wide enough to cover
her nipples, let alone the rest of her healthy breasts.
More than three-fourths of her breasts were left
exposed by the tiny suit.
The thin bands of gold cloth connected to a thin gold
string at her hips. This string — about the width of a
shoelace — went high up on her hips, ,then plunged
toward her crotch. There, it came together at a little
triangle of fabric that managed to cover all of her
pubic hair. The string re-emerged on her backside in
the form of a thong separating her perfect ass cheeks
and then separating into the two pieces that rode over
her hips. Her back was completely bare, except for the
thin loop of string wrapped around her neck connecting
to the thin strips of fabric covering her nipples.
Cori looked at herself in the full-length mirror,
carefully adjusting the suit. She noticed that the
crotch was barely wide enough to cover both pussy lips.
It would be hard to keep her pussy completely covered
by the thin strip of fabric. Of course, she didn't
think anyone would complain if she was unsuccessful.
The suit was so tight that the straps touching her
nipples didn't touch her skin again until they
connected to the hip string. Every movement threatened
to pop her tits right out of the tight material.
In addition to the amazing small, form-fitting suit,
Cori wore a pair gorgeous pumps with tiny straps around
her ankles. The gold color of the suit and shoes played
perfectly off her golden brown skin.
When she first started at the shop, Cori had been a bit
apprehensive about these outfits. But since the whole
attractive girl strategy had been her idea, she could
hardly balk at it. She was surprised that after only a
couple of days, her anxiety was completely gone. She
didn't feel uncomfortable in these revealing outfits at
all. While she didn't get off on showing off, she did
appreciate the attention everyone paid to her and took
pleasure in providing her co-workers and customers with
a pleasing view. She felt it was her duty and her way
of contributing to her workplace.
She took great pride in her work and believed in the
growth and value of the shop. Everything she did was
with the intention of helping the shop, its workers and
its customers. If they benefited, her rewards would
come, too. She had always been a team player, and that
was her attitude here. It just so happened, her role
was sweet and sexy clerk girl. It was a role she found
she could play well and made her feel valuable to the
shop. She knew she was needed, wanted, liked, respected
and appreciated here, and that made her feel good.
So, it was with no apprehension or ego, but with plenty
of pride that Cori made final adjustments on her suit,
checked her hair and makeup and headed off to work.
Since her townhouse was literally in the lot next to
the shop, Cori enjoyed the luxury of walking to work
every morning. Her hours were from 9 to 4 Monday
through Friday and from 8 to noon on Saturday. The guys
split their shifts, two working each day from 7 to 3
and the other two working from 10 to 6. Three of the
four worked from 7 to noon on Saturday, each taking
every fourth Saturday off.
This week, Ben and Chad had the early shift and were,
of course, both already hard at work when she arrived.
Chad was working on a car in the garage while Ben was
talking to a customer — Cori recognized the man in his
50s, but couldn't remember his name — near the front
desk. Their conversation stopped and heads turned as
Cori walked in.
She was used to this sort of reaction when she entered
a room dressed like this, but smiled and glanced down
shyly, letting them know she was flattered at their
speechless reaction.
"Wow! Good morning, Cori," Ben said. "Great outfit
today. Turn around and give us a good look."
"Good morning," Cori responded, spinning around slowly
at Ben's request. "Thanks. I like it. This is the one
John ordered out of that catalog a couple weeks ago. It
just came in the mail yesterday."
"Yeah, he's got good taste," Ben said, staring at the
way the ribbon-like suit wrapped around her curvy body
like she was some sort of package waiting to be opened.
"What do you think, Mr. Bell?"
Bell — Jeff Bell — that was his name, Cori remembered.
He had been in a few times before, but was not one of
the regulars. She remembered the man's daughter, Sue or
Sally, something like that, had been a couple years
ahead of her in school.
"One of your mechanics picked this out?" Mr. Bell
asked, obviously approving of Cori's attire. "I think I
owe that man a beer. Make that a case."
"Old John doesn't drink, but I'm sure he'll be glad to
hear you approve. We aim to please here. Isn't that
right, Cori?
"Sure is!" Cori said. "Good morning, Mr. Bell. How's
your car?"
"Not too bad," he said. "Just a couple of dings in the
side from some kids hitting it with a baseball. Shoulda
brought it in a long time ago, but I kept putting it
off. Looks like I picked a good day to finally do it."
"You're right, Mr. Bell, but I'd say every day's a good
day around here," Ben said. "Chad should have your car
done in about an hour. You're welcome to wait here or
come back and pick it up later."
Mr. Bell, his eyes still fixed on Cori, didn't
hesitate, "I think I'll wait here."
Ben laughed and Cori smiled. Most customers made the
same choice. "I thought you might say that," Ben said.
"Cori, make sure Mr. Bell is comfortable, will you
please?"
"Of course," Cori said. Ben went back to the garage to
check on Chad and, more importantly, to give Mr. Bell
some one-on-one time with Cori. "Mr. Bell, why don't
you come have a seat?" She took him by the arm,
purposely letting his hand brush against her thigh, and
led him to the lounge area.
Without a doubt, The Hard Body Shop had the nicest
waiting area of any garage in the state, possibly the
country. It was a huge room, open and connected to the
front desk area, but it was set off and decorated to
look like a man's fantasy den.
Foremost among the amenities were two leather sofas,
four leather recliners and a 52-inch wide screen TV
mounted on the wall. A large area rug rested in the
middle of the furniture and there was a one of those
fake-flame fireplaces under the TV. Just off to the
side of the TV/seating area was a pool table, a dart
board and a small kitchenette which featured cold
beverages and snacks, including chips and pretzels.
On the wood-paneled walls were three large framed
prints of male fantasy. One was a picture of a Pamela
Anderson in high heels, shredded cutoffs and a white
tank top tied tightly at her clearly fake breasts bent
over the hood of a sports car. On another wall was a
print of Tyra Banks, wearing nothing but a LA Lakers
jersey, which was just long enough — or too long,
depending on how you looked at it — and a pair of black
stillettos.
She was standing at center court, with her hand on her
hips, the arena dark except for a spotlight on her and
her bulging cleavage and amazing legs. The third framed
poster was of Anna Kournikova in a pair of short, skin
tight white shorts, white tennis shoes and a tight
yellow halter top. Her hair was in a pony tail and her
dark tan skin glistened with sweat.
Surrounding these large prints were literally hundreds
of smaller frames, some 8x10 and some 5x7, with images
of other babes. All of the images were "R" rated –
skimpy and revealing clothing, but no actual nudity.
Publicity images of porn stars such as Racquel Darrian,
Jenna Jameson, Kobe Tai, Anna Malle, Tori Welles,
Ginger Lynn, Amber Lynn, Teri Weigel and several others
adorned one section. Another section included famous
models, such as Kathy Ireland, Claudia Schiffer, Elle
MacPherson, Heidi Klum, Gieselle Bundchen, Yamila Diaz,
Shaune Bagwell, Cheryl Tiegs, Christie Brinkley, Tyra
Banks, Rachel Hunter, Bo Derek, Katie Price, Brooke
Richards, Stacy Williams, Rebecca Romijn, Brooke Burke,
Paris Hilton, Ali Landry, etc.
Another section was devoted to TV and movie stars, such
as Jennifer Aniston, Alyssa Milano, Charlize Theron,
Farrah Fawcett, Cheryl Ladd, Catherine Bach, Pamela
Anderson, Shannon Elizabeth, Heather Locklear, Heather
Thomas, Halle Berry, Vanessa Angel, Phoebe Cates, Sarah
Michelle Gellar, Leah Remini, Jennifer Lopez, Elizabeth
Berkeley, Deborah Shelton, Nikki Cox, Jennifer Love
Hewitt, Denise Richards, Carmen Electra, etc.
Still another section included musical stars such as
Britney Spears, Shania Twain, Christina Aguilera, Faith
Hill, Gwen Stefani, Mariah Carey, Toni Braxton, Beyonce
Knowles, Jessica Simpson, etc.
Another section consisted of Playboy centerfolds. The
names weren't all famous, but the faces, bodies and
images certainly were. There was a sports and fitness
section, including images Summer Sanders, Anna
Kournikova, Suzy Favor, Jenny Finch, Stacey Kiebler,
Trish Stratus, Cori Nadine, Dena Doster, Kiana Tom,
Tylene Buck and dozens of pro and college cheerleaders.
More anonymous babes were depicted in various outfits,
including bathing suits, lingerie, mini-dresses, short
skirts and cutoff shorts.
Finally, one section was devoted to pictures of Cori in
her many different outfits. Some of these were from her
calendars, but some were never reproduced anywhere else
. They were photos of her with some of the customers,
sometimes with their arms around her, sometimes with
her sitting on their laps, etc. These and the other
photos were the subject of much conversation among both
the staff and the customers.
A large coffee table sat in the middle of the seating
area and was filled with men's-interest magazines and
catalogs. There were car and sports magazines, the
daily newspaper, Playboy and Playboy special issues,
Maxim, Stuff, FHM, Victoria's Secret catalog,
Frederick's of Hollywood catalog, etc.
Along with the TV was an impressive collection of
tapes, including Sports Illustrated Swimsuit diaries,
Victoria's Secret fashion shows, cheerleader calendar
diaries, Playboy Playmate videos, etc Cori made sure
one of these was playing at all times, unless there was
a game or other shows people wanted to watch instead.
On the rare occasion children or women were in the
shop, Cori would switch to regular TV.
Cori sat Mr. Bell down in one of the leather recliners
and handed him the latest Playboy "Girls of Summer"
special issue and offered him a drink. He asked for
some coffee and a danish and watched with great
interest as Cori turned and walked away. The Playboy in
his lap and the Victoria's Secret special on TV
couldn't distract him from the site of Cori's
delectable ass and perfect legs in motion.
Mr. Bell was happily married and would never dream of
cheating on his wife, which was probably one of the
reasons he wasn't a regular here. But he sure didn't
mind taking a look at a hottie like Cori and was damned
if he wasn't going to get an eyeful before he left.
He certainly got that as Cori bent over at the waist —
she did this without even thinking about it any more —
to pick up the danish off the table. With her legs ever
so slightly apart, Mr. Bell got a great view of the
thin material struggling to conceal her tender pussy
lips. What he felt wasn't lust or temptation to cheat
on his wife, but merely genuine appreciation for the
near-perfection of her body. There was no harm in that.
Staying bent over, Cori twisted to pour out a cup of
coffee. In all, Mr. Bell was treated to a good 30
seconds of Cori bent over in front of him. Finally, she
picked up the danish and the coffee and turned to bring
them to him. Her breast jiggled slightly as she gave
him broad, genuine smile and walked briskly back toward
him.
"Thank you," he said, accepting the breakfast from her
and returning her smile.
"Of course," she said. "Is there anything else I can do
for you?" It was an innocent question, but Cori knew
most men didn't think of it that way. Mr. Bell was no
different, as a variety of images of exactly what Cori
could do for him flashed through his head.
"No thanks, I think I'm fine," Mr. Bell said.
"Good. Mind if I join you?" Cori asked.
"Of course not," Mr. Bell said.
Cori grabbed a bottled water and sat down on an
ottoman, which she wheeled over by Mr. Bell's chair. As
always, she was conscious of the way she displayed her
body. She sat with her legs spread, providing ample
view of her thinly covered pussy. Her long legs were on
display, and her golden fuck-me heels sparkled from the
sun coming through the windows. She leaned forward
slightly, pushing her breasts together and amplifying
her already impressive cleavage. Her hands were at her
sides, resting on the edge of the ottoman.
"I'm sorry, Mr. Bell," Cori said, sipping her water and
fidgeting with the straps of her bathing suit, "but I
forget where you work."
"I'm a chiropractor. My office isn't here in town –
it's over in Taylor, about 30 miles from here. That's
why you don't see me around much."
"Oh yeah," Cori said. "I knew that. So I bet you get
asked all the time about people with sore backs and
stuff, huh?"
"Sure, but I don't mind, really," Mr. Bell said, hoping
that this was leading to Cori asking for some
chiropractic work. He would love to get his hands on
her, even if only to crack her back.
"Well, I've been having this little bit of stiffness in
my lower back lately," Cori said. "Ben says he thinks
it's from working out too hard. Could that be it?"
"Sure, it could be," Mr. Bell said Yeah, right, he
thought to himself. Like there's any chance her back
hurts from anything other than trying to stand up
straight with those big knockers. "It could just be the
way you're sleeping on it or even just a little strain
from lifting something, especially since I notice you
like to bend at the waist instead of the knees."
"Hmm, well, is there anything you'd suggest for the
next time it flares up? Should I come see you?"
"You're welcome to come in any time," Mr. Bell said,
adding to himself, by all means, come in and I'll check
you out very thoroughly. "Or, if you'd like, I could
take a look at it now and maybe show you some
stretching exercises you can try."
"Really!?" Cori feigned surprise. "That'd be great. But
I hate to impose."
"No problem at all," he assured her. "Why don't you lay
down on the pool table where we can stretch you out?"
It was far from Cori's first time on the table. Many
times she was asked to climb aboard in order to dance
for customers or perform for her co-workers. And on
many an occasion she had been bent over the table and
fucked by her co-workers in some of their after-hours
sessions. There would be no fucking this time, but Cori
knew there was going to be plenty of touching and she
wanted to make sure Mr. Bell knew that was all right.
The shop placed no restrictions on customers touching
Cori in "non-violent" manners so long as she had no
problem with it. The regulars knew Cori's basic ground-
rules, which the shop supported fully.
Cori accepted light touching anywhere on her body, such
as a hand on her thigh or an arm around her waist. She
also allowed occasional light grabbing or pinching of
her ass and fondling of her breasts, so long as it
didn't threaten to leave marks. Anything harsh enough
to leave a mark for more than a second or two was
strictly off limits, including the staff. If she was
going to be showing off 95% of her body every day — or
98% like she was today — it wouldn't do to have bruises
and red marks left by overly aggressive hands. Most of
the customers understood and agreed with this and very
seldom were there any problems.
Mr. Bell certainly wasn't looking to cause trouble,
either, but he was quite anxious to lay his hands on
this hottie. She climbed on the pool table, crawling on
her hands and knees to the center of the table. Mr.
Bell's view — featuring Cori's delectable ass — was
breathtaking.
"Where exactly have you been having the pain?" he
asked.
"Right here," she pointed to a spot very low on her
back. "It doesn't hurt bad. It just seems to tighten up
sometimes."
"All right," Mr. Bell said. "Go ahead and lay down flat
on your stomach."
Of course, with a pair of 36C's, Cori couldn't lay
flat, but she did her best. She folded her arms under
her head and spread her legs slightly. Her bubble ass,
basically bare with the thong tucked securely between
her cheeks, protruded nicely, the curve accentuated by
the dip in the small of her back and her long, lean
legs.
Standing next to the table, Mr. Bell put his hands on
her lower back, touching the point where she said it
hurt. "OK, you say the pain usually comes from here?"
he asked, lightly touching her soft skin. "Does it hurt
when I touch it?"
"Not a bit."
Mr. Bell proceeded to rub her lower back, probing with
his finger tips, feeling for tightness. Of course her
back is tight, he thought, everything on this girl is
tight, including her clothes. His probing fingers
discovered no problems, but it wasn't for a lack of
searching. She didn't really need any treatment, but
there was no chance he was going to pass up this
opportunity.
"I'd say you have just a little muscle tightness,
nothing serious," he said. "But to be safe, I'd like to
do a couple other simple examinations, just to make
sure."
"Oh, that would be great," Cori said. "It won't hurt
will it?"
"Not at all, unless you really do have some muscle or
spine damage," he said. "Now, if you please, roll over
on her back and bring your knees up so your feet are
flat on the table."
Cori did so, and Mr. Bell noticed she had to hold her
bathing suit straps in place against her nipples. The
fabric was stretched so taut over her breasts that Mr.
Bell expected the thin straps to snap like rubber
bands. Unfortunately, they held, but he still got an
ample close-up of her oh-so-firm breasts. They were so
large, he had initially assumed they were fake, but
their natural roundness and firmness made him think
they might actually be real. Which would make them all
the more impressive.
"Forgive me for asking, but are your breasts real?" Mr.
Bell asked.
"No problem. Yeah, they're all me. Nothing fake. Do you
think I need implants?"
"Oh no, not at all. I think they're pretty much perfect
now. I was just curious. Extra-large fake breasts can
lead to back problems sometimes, you know. But I don't
think that's a problem for you at all. Don't change a
thing."
Just then, the phone rang. Cori sat up to get it, but
saw Ben walking out of the garage, motioning for her to
stay put while he picked it up. When he hung up the
phone, he came over to the table.
"What are you two up to?" he asked, smiling. "Some form
of pool I don't know about?"
"No," Cori grinned. "Mr. Bell's helping me with my sore
back." She winked quickly, letting Ben know to play
along, even though she had never complained of a sore
back.
"Well that sure is nice of you, Mr. Bell," Ben said.
"So how bad of shape is she in?"
"Oh, she's in magnificent shape. She just has a bit of
stiffness in her back. I was just about to check for
more serious damage, but I think I have a few
stretching exercises I can show her that should clear
it up."
"Good. She's very flexible. She can put her legs behind
her head or do the splits, so don't be too easy on
her."
"Good tip," Mr. Bell smiled, already thinking of the
positions he could put her nubile body in. He had to
see it. "Really, she can put her legs behind her head?"
"Sure. Go ahead and show him, Cori."
Locking her eyes on Mr. Bell's and smiling, Cori lifted
her legs up over her shoulders, then, leaning her head
forward, locked them in behind her neck. They pushed at
the sides of her breasts, squeezing them together. One
of her straps slipped off her nipple. She reached to
put it back, but Ben stepped in before she could.
"Here, let me help you with that," he said. He lifted
both straps as high as he could — which wasn't far, due
to how tight they were — giving Mr. Bell a few seconds
to look at her dark nipples before replacing the straps
over them.
"Mr. Bell," Ben said, pointing to Cori's fully exposed
crotch. "Would you mind helping her with her suit. It
seems to be pulled up a bit tight." Sure enough, the
thin strap of cloth covering her pussy was pulled so
taut that it had slipped in between her puffy pussy
lips.
"Oh, certainly," Mr. Bell said, with a seriousness that
made it sound like she had an open wound and he had to
stop the bleeding. As he reached out, he found that his
hands were actually trembling with excitement. He
gripped the fabric where it emerged from her pussy
lips. It was loosest here and he could get his fingers
under it.
Gently and very slowly he pulled up, sliding his
fingers under the fabric and, as a fortunate result,
between her velvety-soft pussy lips as he went. When he
had the entire stretch of cloth out of her pussy, he
pulled up on it as high as he could. This had to cause
the thong to really dig into her ass, but he wanted to
get a good look at her bare pussy before he covered it
back up.
When he finally placed the suit back over her pussy
lips, Mr. Bell lightly patted her twat . looked up and
said, "All better?"
"Yes, thank you," Cori smiled.
"Well," Mr. Bell said, admiring Cori's total package,
contorted like a pretzel, tits, ass and pussy on full
display, "I guess you really can put your legs behind
your head. Very impressive."
"Thanks. We did a poster like this once, didn't we,
Ben?" Cori asked.
"Oh yeah. It's in the calendar this year too," Ben
said. "Tell you what, Mr. Bell, since you've been so
helpful with Cori, how about a free copy of this year's
calendar?"
"That would be great," he said. "I guess I better go
about earning it. Cori, why don't you go ahead and put
your legs back down and I'll continue my examination."
Mr. Bell was disappointed to have to tell Cori to put
her legs back down, but the disappointment didn't last
long. He got to play with her body some more, now. He
told her to keep her knees bent, shoes flat on the
table. "OK, now keep your shoulder blades flat against
the table — Ben, you might want to help her — and I'm
going to push her knees to the side. This will twist
you back and waist and should tell us if there's any
discomfort."
Ben held Cori's bare shoulders against the table while
Mr. Bell twisted her legs, knees together, first to one
side, then the other. He pushed her knees to the table,
twisting her body at the waist. As he did so, he ran
his hands along her thighs and ass, enjoying the feel
of her warm, soft skin. Her tan, like her body, was
flawless and her skin was so soft and smooth he
wondered if she bathed in lotion every night.
"Does that hurt at all?" he asked, holding her legs
against the table and staring at her gorgeous ass.
"No."
"Good. Now roll over onto your hands and knees,
please."
Cori did, and her heavy breasts, aided by gravity,
strained more than ever against their flimsy
restraints. Her ass wiggled invitingly as she
positioned herself on the table. Mr. Bell directed her
through a series of moves.
"Now, put your head all the way down on the table ...
yeah, that's it ... and now lift one leg and kick it
straight out behind you ... perfect ... now the other
... OK, relax. Did any of that hurt?"
"Not at all. But now my suit's riding up again. Would
you mind?" Cori asked, still on her hands and knees and
wiggling her ass.
"Certainly!" Mr. Bell said. "Pesky little thing, isn't
it?" This time, he approached from the rear, gripping
her thong just above her ass crack and pulling on it
slowly. First, he pulled up on it, further wedging it
into her pussy. Then he let the stretchy material snap
back between her ass cheeks and pulled it slowly out of
her pussy. Like before, he pulled it away long enough
to take a good look before carefully laying it back
over her lips. Again, he patted her twat gently,
letting her know he was done.
"Thanks! Well, what do you think about my back?"
"You can get it up now," Mr. Bell said. "I think it's
fine. Just a minor strain. Stand up and I'll show you a
couple stretches you can do that should help it. If you
forget to do them, I'm sure your co-workers and
customers will be eager to remind you.
"First, put your feet and knees together and bend over
straight at the waist. Good, now grab your ankles and
hold that pose for 30 seconds. You'll feel a stretching
in your back. That's what we want." Both Mr. Bell and
Ben stood back and admired the view for the full 30
seconds. "Now, do the same thing, only with your feet
spread just a little past shoulder width. No a little
wider. That's it. Good. Now hold that for 30 seconds."
Ben gave Mr. Bell the thumbs-up sign.
"Yeah, Cori," Ben said. "I definitely think you should
do these exercises every day."
"Well, actually, she should do them at least three
times a day," Mr. Bell said. "And more than that
couldn't hurt. This next one is good too. Go ahead and
cross your legs, then bend over at the waist, grab your
ankles and hold for 30 seconds. Excellent! Still no
pain right?"
"Right," Cori said. These stretches were no problem for
her at all. She stretched every day before and after
her workout and she was very flexible. "No pain at
all."
"OK, now go ahead and show me how you can do the
splits." Cori, demonstrating her amazing athleticism
and flexibility, promptly dropped to the floor, legs
fully spread. "Wow, impressive!" Mr. Bell noticed that
her suit had again scrunched up between her pussy lips.
He didn't wait for her to ask for help this time. He
simply stepped forward, crouched down and took matters
into his own hands, pulling the suit back into place
and, of course, fondling her velvety pussy in the
process.
"Now, put your hands on your lower back and twist as
far as you can, both to your left and right sides,
keeping your legs split," Mr. Bell instructed, noting
how this put not only her pussy on display, but how
putting her hands behind her back forced her tits to
stick out even more prominently than usual. "Now, lean
forward, stretch your arms out in front of you and lean
forward as far as you can with your legs still spread.
That's it. Touch your forward to the carpet if you can.
Excellent!" The men stood behind Cori to get a good
view of her ass in the position.
"All right, you can stand up," Mr. Bell said, again
adjusting Cori's suit for her — both on her tits and
pussy — as she stood up. "If you do those exercises at
least three times a day, every day, that should help."
"Great! Thank you so much," Cori said, giving him a
quick peck on the cheek and a hug, squeezing her tits
against him. "I feel better already."
Just then Chad came out to tell Mr. Bell his car was
ready. "All done, Mr. Bell," he said. Then he noticed
Cori for the first time that morning. "Wow, nice
outfit, Cori. I'd say that's about a 95!"
"You think?" Cori smile. "It is pretty skimpy."
"What's a 95?" Mr. Bell asked.
"Oh, that's how we rate Cori's outfits for skimpiness,"
Chad explained. "A 95 means that 95 percent of her body
is exposed. That would be a record, I think. She's
usually around 75 or 80 percent in her skirts and tank
tops."
"Well, if you rate them for how she looks in them, this
one's a 10," Mr. Bell said.
Everyone seemed to agree on that, including John and
Ty, who came walking in.
"Definitely a record," John said, clearly proud of his
selection. "Top that, Ty."
"Well, it will be fun trying, won't it, Cori?" Ty said.
"We'll have to look through the catalogs and see what
we can find."
Cori took a couple of photos with Mr. Bell before he
left and Ben promised to send him an 8x10 (to his
office of course) as well as adding Mr. Bell to the
wall at the shop. Mr. Bell drove off with his calendar
in hand and a huge smile on his face. How many repair
shops left their customers feeling that good after
forking over $600? Not many, and that's why Cori was so
valuable to the shop. A sexy outfit and a few harmless
poses had made Mr. Bell's day and, because she
understood what this was all about, Cori felt nothing
but pride in herself and her role.
Ben was also proud of her, but moreover, her little
stretching exercise with Mr. Bell had left him quite
horny. He hadn't used one of his nights with Cori last
night, so he was more than ready for some action.
"You fellas know what you need to do back there?" he
asked the guys. They, of course, knew what he meant and
told him to go ahead — they had plenty of cars to work
on and John would watch the front desk.
Ben took Cori by the hand and led her to his office and
closed the door. This wasn't at all unusual. The guys
were each allowed a certain number of sexual encounters
with Cori each week. Being the owner, of course, Ben
had the most, being assured of 5-10 per week. John, the
senior mechanic, had her 3-5 times per week and Ty and
Chad had her 2-3 times each.
The guys were not permitted to exceed their allotment.
To help ration out everyone's time, they came up with a
weekly schedule for each night. A full night — which
could begin as soon as work ended and last until
morning — counted as two on each man's weekly
allotment, whether they had sex with her one time or
six times during the night.
The guys were flexible on their nights and would
frequently trade to accommodate one another's schedule,
but in general, Ben took Cori on Sundays, Tuesdays and
Fridays, accounting for six of his 10 weekly
encounters. John took Mondays and Thursdays, leaving
him with just one other time during the week. Ty and
Chad alternated Saturday nights and Wednesday nights,
each taking one additional turn sometime during the
week.
On these nights, the guys could basically do whatever
they chose with Cori. Sometimes, they wanted to go on
"dates", taking her to eat, or to a movie or a game.
Sometimes, they stayed in all night. Sometimes, they
went to her place, sometimes to their own and sometimes
to a hotel.
The men generally used their non-nightly encounters for
at-work or right-after-work sex. Ben was spending one
of his four "floating fucks", as the guys called them,,
now.
Cori, of course, willingly followed him into his
office, ready to please him as was her job. She knew
this would probably be a quick one — they usually were
at work. Ben was a sweet guy, but when he got horny, he
was very focused on getting off and gave in fully to
his animal instincts. He could come across sounding
rough and dominant when he got like this, but Cori had
learned long ago that in no way did he look down on
her. Taking control and being aggressive helped him get
off, and there was nothing more to it than that.
That's what he did here. He took control. He wasn't
interested in small talk or kissing and hugging. He
wanted to fuck his hot-as-hell shop clerk. After
closing the door, he started barking orders and
unzipping his pants.
"Show me what you learned from, Mr. Bell," he said
gruffly. "Bend over and grab your ankles. That's it,
show me that hot little ass. Do you know how bad he
wanted to fuck you? I bet he jacked off on his way home
just thinking about what a slut you are."
Cori didn't say a word. She wasn't a bit scared; Ben
would never harm her and she knew he didn't consider
her a slut. But she knew that this little power play
was like a fantasy to him. She was very important in
that fantasy, of course, but her role didn't call for
any speaking parts right now. She was supposed to do
whatever he told her to and speak only if told to.
"Spread those legs like you did for Mr. Bell. That's
it, show me that pussy, too." He stood behind her now
and pulled up on her thong until it tightened and
slipped between her pussy lips again. "Oh dear, your
pussy's showing again! Let me help you with that, you
naughty slut." He was see-sawing the thong back and
forth across her clit now. Cori displayed her
incredible balance, holding her position without
wavering.
"Your pussy's wet. You liked it when he touched you,
didn't you. Yeah, you liked that and that's why you
kept losing your thong in your cunt. You naughty little
slut," Ben was talking through clenched teeth now, his
hard cock rubbing against her soft thigh as he played
with her thong. "Put your hands on the coffee table and
let's do this right."
She had to stand up and take two steps to get to the
coffee table in front of his desk. She bent over at the
waist again, legs spread, and place her hands on the
coffee table, which was at about knee height. This
position — which she'd been in many times before —
succeeded in keeping her ass at a nice, high level
while also allowing her tits to be fondled.
Ben got behind her and snapped her thong to the side of
her puffy pussy. A moment later, all seven, thick
inches of his cock were buried in her pussy. He leaned
over her and pulled the straps away from her tits. He
gave them a good squeeze, tweaking both rubbery
nipples, before putting his hands on her hips and
beginning to give her a good, hard fuck.
He pounded away at her pussy as he had done so many
times before. Always, he was impressed by the tightness
and elasticity of her pussy, as well as how hot and wet
it got for him every time. It was a rare woman who
could be ready to go anytime, anywhere.
That was one of the things Ben loved about Cori, and he
knew that he did love her. No, not in a marrying sort
of way, but in a very close friend sort of way. He
thought of their relationship as if he was fucking his
best friend's little sister. He liked her, protected
her and took care of her, but there was nothing wrong
with being hot for her too.
The fucking was hard and fast, but far from brutal. He
buried his cock to the hilt with every long, hard
thrust, never slowing his furious pace until, at last,
he spewed a gushing load of thick cream into her
accepting pussy, which continued to squeeze his cock
for every drop until he pulled out. Then, without
needing to be told, Cori turned around, dropped to her
knees and cleaned his cock with her mouth. All of the
guys like for her to do this, of course, but Ben was
the only one who insisted upon it. Not once had he
fucked her without her cleaning his cock when he was
done.
"Whew, I needed that one!" Ben said, stuffing his cock
back in his pants. "Thanks, babe. Wow, you really do
look hot in that suit. John's in for a good time
tonight, especially since he picked that one out."
"I hope he likes it," Cori said, putting her suit back
in place. "He was so excited when he picked it out."
"I saw his face when he came in, he likes it," Ben
assured her. "Well, get cleaned up. I'll watch the
front desk until you get back."
A few minutes later, after a quick but thorough
cleanup, Cori came back out to the front, looking as
hot and fresh as when she first walked out of her
townhouse that morning. Ben and John were both at the
front desk while Ty and Chad were in the back, working
on a pair of cars.
"So do you like your suit, John?" Cori asked, rubbing
up next to him.
"I sure do. Better than I even imagined," he said,
putting his arm around her bare shoulders. "But I do
have one suggestion."
"Really? What is it?"
"Baby oil," John said. "I think you'd look absolutely
amazing all oiled up in that suit."
"It would probably slide right off her," Ben laughed.
"All the more reason to give it a try, huh?" John
smiled, and produced a large bottle of baby oil from
under the register. "What do you think, Cori?"
"Let's try it!" she smiled. "Want to give me a hand —
or two?"
"Of course," John said, wiggling his fingers.
"I better get back to that Chrysler," Ben said, walking
toward the garage. "Have fun!"
"All right, why don't you have a seat on that stool and
we'll get started," John said.
Of all the guys at the shop, John was probably the
sweetest and most protective of Cori. He was sort of
like a father-figure to her, though not in a sick
incestual way. Of course, the fact that he had dated
her mother long before Cori was born had been the cause
of a bit of uneasiness at first, but Cori had long ago
cured John of any guilt about fucking her. He was by no
means a dirty old man.
Sure, he liked to fuck Cori and never shied away from
his opportunities, but he was also respectful of her
and all women. He often gave Cori advice and was her
shoulder to lean on. Cori loved him, too, and repaid
his kindness by allowing him to have his way with her
and live out every older man's fantasy — fucking a hot
young babe less than half his age.
Cori always like her evenings with John. She liked all
the guys, as a matter of fact, and loved them each in
their own way. Ben, of course, had a couple of
different sides. Sometimes he wanted to romance a bit,
and other times he simply got down to business. Either
way, he enjoyed talking dirty and being in control.
Ty, who was probably her best friend and the guy she
had the most in common with, liked to role play and
take Cori out in public. He had a very active
imagination and Cori was always happy to live out his
fantasies with him. He also had the biggest cock of all
of them at a full, very thick 10 and a half inches, and
made a genuine effort to pleasure her as well as
himself.
Chad had the smallest cock, though it was still a
respectable six inches, the same length as John's. But
John's was significantly thicker than Chad's. But Chad
was perhaps the horniest of all the men, which was
saying something. He also was the kinkiest and talked
the dirtiest.
He loved porn and sex toys. He was a lot of fun — a
party kind of guy — who Cori loved for his playfulness.
He was not someone she could take very seriously and,
though she knew he would protect her, was the one she
felt least close to. He was the only one she didn't
think she'd be friends with if they didn't work
together.
Though she trusted them all, John was the one she
trusted the most, even more than Ben and Ty. She wasn't
all that attracted to him physically, of course, but he
had a nice body for his age and no trouble getting a
hard-on. He was the least adventurous of the guys when
it came to sex, but Cori had taught him a lot of new
tricks and helped him give in to his natural instincts.
So, while he still held back sometimes in fear of
hurting her, he was now much more apt to "fuck the shit
out of her", make her deep throat him or even fuck her
ass. Cori found it fun to tease him and drag the wild
beast out of him. She considered it a personal victory
to get him to call her a bitch or a slut while he was
fucking her. That just wasn't in his nature and it was
fun to see it when he let himself go.
She could tell he was feeling particularly frisky today
and knew the suit had a lot to do with it. She gladly
yielded to him as he poured oil on his hands, then
began rubbing her neck and shoulders. She was sitting
on a backless stool behind the counter and John was
standing next to her with the bottle of oil on the
counter.
"Oh, that looks good already," he said, staring at her
skin, which now glistened where he had rubbed the oil
on it. The oil made her tan appear even darker and her
skin feel even smoother and softer. He worked behind
her neck and then down her back, gently coating her
with oil. He stopped when he reached the spaghetti
straps on her hips and came around to the front.
One by one, he rubbed down her arms and shoulders, then
he moved to her chest. Instead of pouring the oil in
his hands first, he now poured a generous amount over
her cleavage, letting it run between her breasts, down
her stomach and in between her thighs. It began to seep
into the suit, making it darker and vaguely
transparent, her dark nipples becoming more noticeable
through the fabric.
"Oooh, that's kind of cold," Cori giggled.
"I can see that," John said, noting the rise in her
nipples. "Let me warm it up for you."
He lifted the strap off one breast and held it with his
left hand while he rubbed the oil all over her breast
with his right. He copied the procedure on the other
breast, thoroughly coating both breasts in oil before
replacing the straps over her nipples.
"Go ahead and stand up," John told her. She did, and
oil began streaming down her thighs to her calves,
dripping onto the floor. He knelt down in front of her
and rubbed the oil all over her flat stomach, then
poured more on, thoroughly drenching the tiny thong
covering her pussy. He worked this in, too, lifting the
material first to one side of her pussy, then the
other, while he rubbed oil all over, including into her
pussy lips. Her pussy glistened with moisture, looking
more inviting than ever. He replaced the cloth over her
pussy and admired the way her cameltoe was defined by
the soaked, elastic fabric.
He poured another generous amount of oil on her ass,
then lovingly rubbed it all over and in between her ass
cheeks, pulling the thong out of the way in order to
reach every square inch. By now, the bottle was three-
fourths empty and there was more than enough of it
running down her legs that he didn't have to pour any
more. He rubbed all over both legs, making sure she was
covered completely. He even had her remove her shoes
and rubbed oil on her feet before she put the sexy
heels back on. He finished by dabbing a bit of oil on
her forehead and cheeks.
She was officially covered from head to toe in baby oil
and very little else. She looked sleek and sexy, her
body glistening, tan and moist. "That's perfect," John
whispered, in awe of his own handiwork. "Walk around
and let me take a good look, please."
Of course Cori was happy to oblige. She walked out from
behind the desk and back and forth across the entrance
area, spinning around to give him a good view of all
sides. They had done a lot of things to her body over
the years, but she could never recall being thoroughly
covered in oil like this — at least not when she wasn't
tanning by the pool or on the beach.
She was surprised at how slippery her shoes now were,
her feet sliding around in them. And, even though it
had seemed like a joke at the time, she found that her
suit, despite being tight enough to snap at any moment,
really did slide around on her body now and felt like
it could slip right off.
"Amazing," John said again. Cori was flattered by his
genuine appreciation of her beauty. "I think the guys
need to see this. There's nothing going on up here.
Let's go show 'em."
Cori followed him through the swinging double doors
into the garage, where Ben, Chad and Ty were all hard
at work. "Hey guys," John yelled over the sounds of
equipment and loud rock music, "check this out."
All three men looked up from their work, then put down
their tools and came over for a closer look. They had
never seen Cori quite like this before.
"Damn, that's hot, John!" Chad said, slapping John on
the back and looking at Cori admiringly.
"I didn't think you could top the suit, but you sure
did," Ben added, laughing. "Has it slipped off yet?"
"Not quite, but there's still hope," John laughed.
"Shit, Cori, I can't believe I'm saying this, but I
don't know if you've ever looked better," Ty said,
wide-eyed. "And that's saying something."
"Thanks," Cori said, spinning around again to give
everyone a good look. They all touched her oily skin,
laughing at how slick she was.
"Damn, Cori, you're going to make a mess wherever you
sit," Ben laughed, clearly not caring if she stained
every piece of furniture in the store so long as she
looked this good. "And John, you might need to order
another of those suits. I think this one might fall
apart from all that oil. Or at least be stained."
"Don't worry," John said. "I'm going to order about 50
more of these. I'm going to get every color you can
think of, and I'm going to get a couple that are a size
smaller, just to see what happens."
"Go right ahead," Ben said. "Place the order today, if
you like. That way a new one will probably be here by
next week."
John went off to place the order, using the company
credit card, of course, and Cori went back to her post
at the front desk. She cleaned up the oil on the floor,
then placed a towel over her chair and sat down.
It was now almost 11 a.m. and it would soon be lunch
time. Usually, Cori walked down to the diner three
blocks down to get the guys their lunch and bring it
back. Sometimes, they had her go to a fast-food place
or order pizza. She thought about walking to the diner
today and wondered how in the world she'd be able to
keep the suit from slipping off her breasts and/or
pussy. She didn't mind being scantily clad in public,
and had many times had to be conscious of short skirts
with no underwear or drastically low-cut tops that cut
down to her nipples. But she'd never really worn
something quite so revealing as this in public, and
certainly not with the very real possibility of it
falling off entirely.
Harry, the 58-year-old mailman who weighed nearly 300
pounds, came through the door bringing the day's mail.
As always, this was the highlight of his day. He loved
to deliver to the shop every day and see what the
beautiful Cori was wearing. She automatically stood up
to greet him, letting take a good look from head to
toe. She noticed his eyes bulge a bit when he noticed
that her body was covered by oil.
"Good morning, Cori," he said. "Great outfit today.
Mind if I...?"
Before he could get the words out, Cori was already
leaning across the counter top, poking her tits out at
him. His question was the same every day, and so was
her response. He wanted to squeeze her tits, and, of
course, she let him. He never put his hands inside her
clothes, but today it was hard not to. When he squeezed
her right tit, the cloth slid right across her nipple
and over her round breast, snapping against her side.
"Sorry," he said, nonetheless groping her bare breast
and nipple for several seconds before replacing the
strap. "Well, thanks. Have a nice day!" Harry said,
turning to leave. He took one last glance, then walked
away, his day made by one minute of pure joy. Of all
the routes in town, he was sure he had the best. Hell,
there was a waiting list to fill in for him on his days
off. It was all because of Cori at the Hard Body Shop.
More to come...
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It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with
others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't
okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than
a trusted partner. You only have one body per lifetime,
so take good care of it!
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