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Hard Body Shop Clerk - 2
by DL Sloan (getwild81@yahoo.com)

***

Continuation of Cori Banks' daily exploits at the body 
shop she works for with 4 horny men. (M+/F, exh, prost)

***

THURSDAY AFTERNOON

As usual, the morning went by fast and before Cori knew 
it, it was lunch time. The guys gave her their orders 
from the diner and she called them in. Fifteen minutes 
later, she left to go pick them up. 

The diner was three blocks down and on the other side 
of the street. To get to it, she passed several small 
stores and offices as well as a barber shop. Every day, 
she saw men standing at the big glass windows, watching 
for her to make her daily lunchtime trip. Today, there 
was also a small crew doing some road work, and they 
stopped to whistle and cheer as she walked by. She 
smiled and waved back, but didn't stop. 

Her suit was slipping and sliding, but so far staying 
in place sufficiently enough. She walked into Daddy's 
Diner where Jack "Daddy" Collins was waiting for her at 
the counter. Like so many men in the town, he looked 
forward to his daily glimpse of Cori. Obviously, 
today's appearance didn't disappoint him in the least. 

He was in his late 40s and had owned the diner for 20 
years. It was called "Daddy's Diner" because that's 
what his daughter — who was the same age as Cori — had 
named it when she was a kid. To this day, his daughter 
Tammy was one of Cori's best friends. They had even 
roomed together during their brief time in college. 
That's when Jack had really started to notice what a 
hottie Cori was becoming. 

As always, the diner was full of men, who were both 
enjoying a good lunch and waiting to see Cori. 
Normally, they would just greet her and thank her for 
stopping by, but today they all gave her a standing 
ovation. A few snapped photos and a couple held 
camcorders. Cori smiled, waved to everyone and said 
hello. She accepted their attention not as some sort of 
objectification, but as flattery and was truly humbled 
by their reaction. 

"Great outfit today, Cori," Jack smiled, handing her 
two bags of food. Cori didn't have to pay — they had an 
account set up with the diner and paid monthly for 
their lunches. Cori gave a last wave, turned and then, 
as a way of thanking everyone, bent over at the waist, 
pretending to adjust her shoes, then walked out to a 
second standing ovation.

After she left, Barry Jarvis, a skinny 30-year-old with 
stringy brown hair, ran to the window and watched her 
walk down the street. Very few people liked Barry. He 
bounced from job to job, was believed to be on drugs 
and had a knack for saying crude comments. This latter 
trait prompted him to say, "Damn, I'm tired of just 
looking. One of these days I'm just going to take that 
bitch, tie her up and make her my whore."

"You do and Ben and the boys will kill you," Jack 
growled. "And then I'll kill you. Leave her alone, 
Jarvis. Understand? Now get your ass out of here."

Jarvis flipped him off and walked out, starting to 
follow in the same direction as Cori, then apparently 
thinking better of it and heading the opposite way. 
Jack and the rest of the guys were happy to see him go. 
Jarvis was a troublemaker and the sort of guy who might 
do something stupid. Jack had warned Tammy about 
staying clear of Jarvis many times, and now he would 
have to worry about Cori as well. 

To Jack, Cori was a like a local treasure — the sort of 
thing you put on a sign as people drove into town 
because you wanted everyone to know how proud you were 
to be that person's hometown. It wasn't just because 
Cori was the hottest woman he'd ever seen. He'd known 
her since she was a child and knew what a great, 
honest, humble, intelligent and caring person she was. 
All those things made her all the more sexy, as far as 
Jack was concerned, and worth protecting from men like 
Jarvis.

Jack picked up the phone and called Ben, just to let 
him know what Jarvis had said and to be on the lookout. 
Jack knew at least one of the guys from the shop was 
with Cori at almost all times, but he wanted to make 
sure they knew what Jarvis might be thinking.

Ben thanked him and assured him they would be on the 
lookout. This wasn't the first time some jerk had made 
somewhat threatening comments about Cori, so Ben wasn't 
shocked. But he always took these threats seriously and 
understood that Cori was a potential target.

Cori, who of course was completely unaware of Jarvis' 
comments, had a relatively uneventful walk back to the 
shop. The construction crew gave her another round of 
applause and there was a near traffic accident as she 
crossed the street — an out-of-towner stopped to gawk 
and nearly got sideswiped by a delivery van. The oil 
was very slowly beginning to dry up a bit, reducing the 
slippage in her suit. She was still very slick and 
sleek looking, her skin glistening brightly in the warm 
September sun.

She walked into the shop right behind the FedEx 
delivery man, Bob, who, as he always did, greeted her 
with a light pinch on the ass followed by two firm 
squeezes on her tits. This time, he found his hands 
covered in oil and didn't complain a bit, using a shop 
towel to dry them off as he left. "Thanks Cori! Have a 
great afternoon."

Cori distributed the sandwiches, chips and cookies from 
the diner, keeping a tuna salad sandwich and a bag of 
chips for herself. Ben brought out cans of pop from the 
back for everyone and they sat around their small lunch 
table in the break room, which was just behind the 
front counter. 

They all sat around and talked while they ate. Ben told 
them all about Jarvis. He didn't see any reason to try 
and hide it from Cori. She understood these things and 
was mature enough to handle it. Sure it bothered her a 
little, but she wasn't scared of a punk like Jarvis. 
Still, it was good to know to be on the lookout.

As always, each of the guys vowed to protect her. Then 
talked turned to more pleasant things, such as Cori's 
new suit and lube job.

"We're going to have to order more of that oil," Chad 
said. "I think that should become part of her regular 
attire."

"I'm way ahead of you," John said. "I ordered us two 
cases. I also ordered 12 more of those suits — some 
different colors and such. Plus, Cori, I got two that 
are a size smaller than that one. I know it's tight, 
but do you mind at least trying it?"

"Of course not," Cori said. "I don't know if a size 
smaller will fit without snapping, but I'll sure try it 
for you."

"Thanks. You're starting to dry up a bit. We'll put 
some more oil on you this afternoon before the 4 
o'clock crowd comes in," John said. 

At around 4 o'clock every day, about a dozen men — 
sometimes more, sometimes less — came in and sat around 
the shop. They didn't have any work that needed to be 
done. They had just sort of adopted the shop as their 
after work hangout, sort of like a barber shop. They 
played pool, watched TV, drank a few beers and, of 
course, checked out Cori's daily attire. Ben was 
friends with most of the guys and welcomed them every 
day. He called them the Irregulars, partly because they 
were such an odd group. There were two retired guys in 
their 70s — old friends of Ben's dad — who came in, and 
the rest ranged in age from 40 to 65. They talked 
sports, women, cars and politics. They were also the 
guys who would come in and watch big games at the shop 
after hours, Ben always happy to let them in. 

Naturally, they all looked at and touch Cori, but they 
treated her like one of the group, often inviting her 
to join them for a beer or to play some pool. Of 
course, the game often ended with Cori sprawled on the 
table in various seductive poses. But it was all 
harmless fun and part of the daily routine at the shop. 
They would be happy to see her new suit and oil-slicked 
body.

The afternoon went by quickly. A couple of customers 
came by to pick up their cars and naturally enjoyed 
Cori's new look, which she proudly displayed for them 
by doing a lot of unnecessary bending and stretching as 
she compiled their bills and receipts. She had long ago 
mastered the techniques of curving her body and posing 
in the right ways to best display her tits, ass, legs 
or whatever she wanted to show off. 

At about three-thirty, John decided Cori needed a 
second dose of oil and lubed her up again. It took 
about half as much oil this time as the first, but he 
made sure she was well covered and sufficiently slick 
and glistening from head to toe and all points in 
between.

At about a quarter before four, Chester and Gordon, the 
two retirees, showed up. As always, Cori went up to 
them and gave them kiss on the cheek. Normally, she 
gave them a hug too, but this time she was careful to 
keep her oily body from staining their clothes. 

Sweet gentlemen they were, they both asked permission 
before touching her. 

"You know you don't have to ask," Cori said, holding 
her arms over her head, giving them access to all the 
areas they wanted to reach. They wasted no more time 
before groping her breasts and squeezing her ass. Oil 
oozed out between their fingers and the smiled at each 
other, sharing their enjoyment of her hard body. How 
many 70-year-old men got to look at a girl like this, 
let alone touch her? They loved her and treated with 
the respect and kindness they would show a member of 
their own family. But they also gladly accepted the 
opportunity to feel young again by interacting with 
this fun, sweet, gorgeous 22-year-old babe. 

"Boy, I sure wish I was 40 years younger," Chester 
said. "We'd have a lot of fun, you and I, Ms. Cori."

"I'm sure we would," Cori said. The three of them had 
this same conversation every day.

"40! Hell, I'd settle for 20. I was still a tiger in my 
50s," Gordon said as he tweaked her nipples through the 
suit. 

"Well, if you boys ever feel frisky, you let me know 
and we'll turn back the clock a bit," Cori said. 

They all laughed, knowing nothing more than this 
groping and sexual conversation would ever occur. The 
men, ever respectful of her and her body, soon finished 
their playful touching and took their customary places 
in two of the large recliners. Cori brought them both a 
beer and they sat back and relaxed, waiting for the 
rest of the Irregulars to arrive. 

Most of the other guys worked together at the local 
printing shop — the same one that printed Cori's 
calendars and posters — and filed in shortly after 4. 
Cori greeted them all, letting each cop a feel while 
she twirled and modeled for them. Soon, everyone was 
comfortable, drinking, laughing, playing pool and 
commending John on his fine work with the skimpy suit 
and tantalizing oil.

"This outfit definitely needs to be a poster," Carl 
said. Carl was an outgoing 40-year-old African American 
who was built like a spark plug. He was always one of 
the most jovial members of the Irregulars. "Hell, you 
could do a whole calendar with just this one outfit. 
What do you say, Ben?"

"I like it, Carl" Ben said. "I always like your 
suggestions. John ordered several more of these suits 
and a couple of cases of baby oil, so I think we can 
make it happen. You better do a good job printing it 
for us though."

"Always, always," Carl said. "That's one job we never 
screw up. Got to do that body justice, you know."

"She's a work of art, that's for sure," Ben agreed. 
"Look at that." 

Cori was telling the guys about Mr. Bell and 
demonstrating the stretching exercises he had taught 
her. As Ben pointed, she was bent over at the waist, 
legs together and hands gripping the gold straps of her 
heels wrapped around her ankles. She held this pose for 
far more than 30 seconds, letting the men look and 
comment at their leisure. A few reached out to squeeze 
her ass, but most stood back and enjoyed the view. 

"He also said this would help," Cori said, spreading 
her legs past shoulder width and keeping her hands on 
her ankles. This brought a smattering of applause and 
cheers from the small crowd, who agreed that this 
exercise was probably even a bit more beneficial than 
the first one. That sentiment became unanimous when the 
slippery thong once again snaked in between her pussy 
lips. 

"If there's such a thing as reincarnation," Carl said 
to the group, "I want to come back as a thong!" 
Everyone laughed and wholeheartedly agreed, seeing 
absolutely no absurdity in envying the life of a simple 
strip of cloth.

Without adjusting her suit, Cori then did the splits 
exercises, her pussy lips now completely engulfing the 
thong, which managed to cover only her engorged clit. 
Her nipples were still covered, straining against the 
top of the suit, but her glistening breasts bulged out 
on all sides, jiggling invitingly as she leaned forward 
and touched her forehead to the floor. 

Then, she brought the house down by rolling on her back 
and putting her legs behind her head. With the thong 
actually acting to spread her pussy lips, her twat was 
even more exposed than if she had been naked. Every 
time she'd start to put her legs down, the guys would 
beg her for just a little longer. She stayed like that 
for five minutes before finally getting up. John 
immediately came over and once again re-positioned her 
thong to cover her pussy. He received a mock chorus of 
boos and a lot of hearty slaps on the back.

Having entertained the Irregulars, Cori went to the 
front desk to take care of a customer who was dropping 
off his car and to finish up some paperwork before the 
end of the day. In addition to her modeling and 
entertaining types of duties, Cori was genuinely a very 
skilled and efficient office worker. She handled the 
accounting, billing and filing with ease and accuracy. 
She monitored inventory , took care of the payroll and 
insurance enrollments.

Even if she was unattractive and fully dressed, she 
would have brought tremendous value to the shop. Her 
36c-22-34 perfectly shaped body was a bonus, and, in 
reality, a life-saver for the once-struggling shop.

As was often the case, Ben and Chad didn't leave at 
five when their shift technically ended. They cleaned 
up and changed and joined the Irregulars for some beers 
and pool. Around 6 — after the Irregulars had a couple 
of beers in them — they requested another stretching 
show from Cori. She obliged, of course, but only after 
Chad added a third coat of baby oil to her supple skin. 
John and Ty were in the back working this time, so when 
Cori finished with her legs behind her head and her 
thong inside her pussy, everyone else volunteered to 
remove the thong for her. Gordon, being the oldest 
member of the Irregulars, was given the honor and 
proudly set about his work. 

The thong was wedged so tightly inside her that he had 
to spread her pussy lips with one hand and use his 
other hand to insert his index finger inside her. 
Encouraged by the crowd, he inserted it up to the 
knuckle — much deeper than he really needed to — and 
extracted the soaked, stretchy fabric, placing it back 
over her puffy lips.

For the second time that afternoon, Cori elicited 
cheers and some disbelieving groans when she put 
Gordon's finger in her mouth and sucked it clean. 
Gordon feinted having a heart attack, then sat back 
down, smiling from ear to ear. 

Everyone hung out until 7, when John and Ty finished 
their shifts. 

"Party's over, fellas," John said as he walked out of 
the locker area, having cleaned up and changed into a 
pair of khakis and a nice button down shirt. "Miss Cori 
and I have a date, so, if you guys don't mind, we're 
out of here."

Everyone said good night and took a final, longing look 
at Cori as she walked out the door, arm-in-arm with 
John, who carried another full bottle of oil in his 
other hand. To a man, they were all jealous, knowing 
what kind of evening John was in for.

More to come...

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