Training Amy by Anne O'Connell Page A

two and two together wasn’t a stretch. But to completely verify her suspicions, she had to find out what was in the back rooms – and she didn’t mean the main storage room.
                She returned to the register and resumed her place behind the counter helping the customers. Again, nine o’clock came quickly and again, Eric took her home. He didn’t mention the books, so evidently Brad hadn’t said anything. Or maybe Eric didn’t want to bring it up either.  
                Either way it was fine with her. They mostly chatted about movies on the way home again. They were both fans of action movies.
                “I thought Alien vs. Predator was kick ass,” he was saying as they pulled up to her house.
                He was so good looking. He had a sharp jaw and high cheekbones, well placed apart eyes and his face had symmetry. She also liked that he had that bad-boy look with the shoulder length blond hair. He kept it in a ponytail, but it was still hot. And he didn’t always shave. Not to mention he was a big guy. She’d only seen him in t-shirts but she imagined his chest and arms were impressive. All her reservations about him had melted. There was no way the man next to her was sadistic, cruel, violent, or even a misogynist. He seemed like a normal guy. A normal guy who was really hot and who, regardless the fact that he was older, really made her feel stupid and swoony, like a teenager.
                “Earth to Amy?”
                A flush of red ran up her neck and into her cheeks. “Sorry, I was just thinking,” she said feeling stupid.
                He smiled at her. “Hey, I know this is probably really unprofessional of me, and maybe even a bit bold, but would you like to have dinner Saturday night after work?”
                Her eyes went wide. “Won’t Brad get mad?”
                “Why, did you have dinner plans with him?” He laughed, clearly kidding.
                “No,” she said. “I mean won’t he freak out if you and I go out outside of work?”
                “He won’t care.”
                This was almost too uncomfortable. “I don’t know, is it like a friend thing or a date thing,” she asked carefully, wincing like she did when she was unsure.
                “Both,” he said confidently.
                Her mind screamed no. Her body screamed yes. Dating her boss, bad idea she quickly decided. “I don’t know…”
                “I understand your hesitation. Dating the boss is a bad move, right? If it doesn’t work out you wonder if you still have a job and even if you do, things will be strange, all that crap. I get it,” he shrugged.
                “And if I say no…” she cringed again. “I really don’t know. Maybe if it was just a friend thing?” she asked hopefully.
                “Yeah, okay.” He seemed happy with that answer.
                She grabbed her bag. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”
                She closed the car door and bolted up to the front door, letting herself in. Again, he waited until she was inside before he drove away.
                That night she pulled the dildo out of its box in the closet again. She imagined Eric restraining her, kissing her neck, dragging his fingers down her bare body, over her breasts. Then she imagined him sliding his tongue between her legs, up her wet slit and over the hood of her clit. She gasped, rubbing the dildo over her swollen clit.  She imagined him pinching her nipples and licking around her anus, then slipping his tongue inside her pussy to taste her. With that she pressed the dildo into her now wet hole, pushing it in further and further until it filled her. Slowly, she pulled it out imagining his cock inside her. She pushed it in again, slowly, she began working the dildo in and out