She ran a hand through her long dark hair, some of which had escaped from her bobble.“Besides trying to get a look down your blouse you mean?” Mel...replied, a wry look on her pretty face. “Nah, he didn’t say. He just told me to take over from you and send you to his office.”“Fuck sake…” Faith sighed. What had she done now? Martin was the store manager, a chubby little pervert in his fifties, a sweaty, balding lecherous creep of a man who liked nothing better than squeezing past the pretty young. Now whose a little tease and thinks it's ok. Time for you as my little slut pig to find out what she gets. I role you over your tits are looking nice in your dress. As I pul it down and Unping your bra. Now they look succulent. I give them a slapping watching your face horrified and tears rolling down. What's the matter bitch don't like it? Tough as I stick my mouth on them swirling my tongue around those nipples making them all erect as your sobbing turns into a soft moan. That's better piggy. Although I can’t help but ogle this friend and dream of naughty things, but we’re just friends. You look spectacular, Nens. Really.’ She flushed and gave a playful curtsy. She was wearing a new mustard coloured dress she had just bought from Topshop. It was one shouldered and skin tight, showcasing her thin yet lean and curvy body to the fullest. On her feet, she had on high blue heels she had had for awhile but had never worn as she hated towering over her friends. With her hair straightened. There he stood, not alone. She, black beauty, stood with him. She wasa towering goddess, all sculptured perfection, long-legged and tall,with thick lips that naturally formed a contemptuous smirk. He saw melooking at them. Reflexively, I turned to face them, as if conditionedto present myself to superiors. He leaned in to her and whisperedsomething inaudible to anyone around. Her eyes rose and she scannedthe elevator. He continued whispering. She found me and looked down atme, holding my gaze.