BBQ Rubdown

"Excuse me, miss? Could you help me by rubbing those breasts?" a man asked.

Debbi stopped and thought for a moment. No man had ever talked to her in such a way! She was ready to give him a piece of her mind, but thought it odd he wanted her to rub her breasts. She wasn't flat by any means, but she also didn't have the kind that made men want to play with them. Or so she thought. Well, perhaps she didn't have to be completely offended...

"I'm flattered, but I... " Debbi trailed off when she realized what he had meant.

Behind her was a man next to a large BBQ pit. A metal grate was hovering above a bonfire from two chains suspended from winch. On the metal grate were an assortment of items. Ribs, whole chicken, and even beef tri-tip roasts. The man stood next to the pit, leaning on a counter that had several whole chickens and a large bowl filled with what looked to be a rub, or in layman's terms, the secret seasonings that give the BBQ food a ton of flavor.

Debbi blushed as she walked over to the man and asked what he needed.

"Them chickens need to be prepped for the next batch, but I have to keep an eye on the BBQ. 16 chickens need to be rubbed. Think you can do it? I'd surely appreciate it and pay you." he said.

"Well, I am actually on my way to work. It's a block away and I'm... " Debbi tried to explain but was cut off.

"Oh, so you're not far. Tell you what, if you can get them done in half an hour or less, I'll pay you for a full hour. However, if you don't make it, you don't get paid, but you come back on your lunch break and I'll get you a meal on the house. Sound good?"

Debbi sighed. This man was old, seemingly in his sixties or seventies. She didn't want him ruining a whole batch of chicken or running behind schedule and losing customers. She knew Jeff would understand. Debbi nodded and walked behind the BBQ pit. She stood next to the man and awaited his orders.

"All you gotta do is make sure these chickens are nicely coated in the rub. Just plop that bird in the bowl, and roll it around, but make sure to get in those nooks with your fingers. You can rub the breasts all you like, but don't forget about those nooks. Especially the inside. You might need to use your fingers, but get in deep between the thighs so they get coated too. Nothing like eating some juicy thighs and noticing the insides are coated too!" the man explained as Debbi rolled up her sleeves.

"Oh! I almost forgot! Grab that apron off the hook and put it on. It can get a bit messy, and I don't want you getting your fancy clothes dirty on my account."

Debbi smiled and put the apron on before getting to work. She eyed the clock and saw she was already 10 minutes late to work. Another 30 minutes wouldn't be bad. She took a chicken and did exactly as he asked. She coated the outside, then grabbed a handful and rubbed it into every crevice she could before looking between the legs and understanding what he meant by the inside. She used her fingers to coat the inside and he inspected it to be sure it was up to his standards. He nodded his approval, and she continued.

Twenty minutes later, and she was only half done. The fact she was getting tired weighed on her as well as the heat from the BBQ pit. She was beginning to sweat, but she tried to speed up. The old man noticed this and came to her aid.

"I should've known an office gal like yourself couldn't be expected to do labor without breaking a sweat. Take off that blouse and finish the rest. You don't want to walk into your office with sweat stains under your arms." he said.

Debbi looked down and realized he was correct. The apron would cover her bra clad breasts, so he wouldn't be the wiser about it's sheerness. She washed her hands and began unbuttoning her blouse under the apron. She pulled it off and set it aside. The man took it and hung it from a flagpole, away from the BBQ put and also out of her reach. Debbi went back to work, feeling much cooler. Her nipples poked out, but were shielded by the apron. The thin, sheer bra did nothing to prevent her nipples rubbing against the rough fabric of the apron, further making her aware of just how close she was to exposure.

With renewed vigor, Debbi began to work faster, but in her haste, she began to slack. She still rubbed, but the amount of rub she used seemed to decrease. Her new boss saw this and was quick to reprimand her.

"Hey! Don't get lazy. Make sure you get all that salty goodness everywhere, and don't be shy with the rub. And get everything nicely coated." he said.

Debbi finished with a few seconds to spare. Worn out, she sat back and washed her hands before shaking the man's hand and declaring her job done.

"For an office lady, you're not half bad. You can rub my meat any day." he said, chuckling at his joke.

Debbi blushed and removed her apron. She was so caught up with leaving and getting to the office, she forgot about her blouse as well as her sheer bra.

"Oh, I'll pay you double if you wear that without the apron!" he smiled.

Debbi blushed and covered as she tried to reach her blouse. She jumped, but with one arm over her breasts, she couldn't reach high enough. With her back to the old man, she uncovered and jumped, reaching with both hands, and was able to get her blouse down. She began buttoning it and turned around once she was covered. She hurriedly left as he made one last comment.

"Don't forget to be back here to collect your paycheck. And, may I say, I wouldn't mind rubbing those breasts either!" he called after her, laughing at her embarrassment.

After Debbi left, he called Carol to say his work was done. Debbi was suitably flustered, flattered, and just a bit turned on. Now, it was up to Carol and the others who knew what to do, but didn't know how it was all connected. Carol couldn't wait to see how far her plan could take her.