Get angry and go off on them.

Elizabeth was fuming mad. She stepped off the ladder and grabbed for the cell phone. The guy held it high over his head and handed it off to one of his buddies.

"Give me that you fucking asshole!" she screamed. Customers began to stare at the confrontation.

"No, no!" said the man, backing away as Elizabeth swatted at him. All three of them laughed at her feeble attempt to get the phone. Growing more furious by the second, Elizabeth gripped the man's wrist and dug her fingernails into his flesh. He kept laughing, finding her **** more humorous than violent.

"If you want it, come and get it!" he said, dropping the cell phone into the front of his pants.

"Nice one!" hooted one of the guys.

"Elizabeth! Off the floor!" came a voice from across the store. She looked up to see Paul, her boss, making a B-Line in her direction.

The three guys took this moment to run off into the promenade, leaving Elizabeth to deal with the repercussions.

"In my office!" said Paul, pointing to the employee corridor. Why was she getting in trouble when the customers were the ones causing the problem? Should she not have reacted that way?

Elizabeth made her way back into Paul's office. He followed close behind her, still fuming at her actions. Once they were both inside the office, Paul slammed the door behind him.

"What the hell was that?!" he yelled.

Elizabeth shook her head and felt tears forming in her eyes. What had she done wrong?

"I don't understand," she whimpered. "What did I do?"

"You were yelling at three customers in the middle of the store. Do you not see a problem with this?"

"But they took a picture of me...they were looking..."

"It doesn't matter! Who cares if they took a picture! These are hard economic times and our little store needs all the customers it can get. When you decide to go off on potential money for my business, then you are doing something very wrong!"

"I'm sorry....I just didn't think..."

"You're damn right you didn't think. So what's the problem Elizabeth?"

"It's just..." she stuttered. "It's this outfit and the guys were..."

"The outfit. So you don't like the two hundred dollar uniform you have on now?"

Elizabeth shook her head.

"I think it's too revealing and they were looking..."

"Of course it's revealing. Sex sells!"

"I know, but I think it's attracting too much...."

"If you don't like it, then take it off."

"Seriously?"

"Just take it off and go back to work."

"Alright. I'll change back into my other clothes. I'm sorry that this happened."

Elizabeth walked toward the door, but Paul was blocking her exit.

"If you don't like it, take it off."

"I'm going to," said Elizabeth, reaching around Paul for the door handle. He didn't budge.

"Take it off now."

Elizabeth was appalled at his request. Did he really want her to change right now? No way. She wasn't going to take her clothes off in front of him. He may have joked about it earlier, but something in his eyes told her that he was serious this time.

"I'm not going to ask you again. Take it off or you're fired."

No way! Elizabeth needed this job and there was no way anyone would hire her to work the last month before she went off to college. Swallowing her pride, Elizabeth decided that she had no other choice. She reached for the button that was hidden in the waistline and unclasped the fastener. Her blouse came undone, unraveling around her. She nervously gripped the fabric and guided it around her body. It fell off her shoulders, revealing the lacy white bra she wore beneath. The tops of her breasts paled in comparison to her tan body.

Paul said nothing. He just watched as the young girl undressed a few feet away.

Elizabeth pulled the skirt over her hips and stepped over the pile of green material that crumpled at her ankles. She seemed really tall in the heels, but felt some relief when she slipped them off her feet. Not that any type of physical relief would help her mentally grasp everything that was going on in the tiny office.

Paul looked on, his head scanning Elizabeth's fit body. She could feel his eyes burning holes in her breasts. His gaze occasionally wandered lower, but his main focus was on the flesh of her chest.

"You're a good looking girl. I bet you've got all kinds of boyfriends."

Elizabeth didn't answer. She shivered from the chill in the room and the creepy feeling radiating from her boss.

"Are you ready to apologize?" Paul asked with a grin. It was the first sign of emotion he had shown in the last five minutes.

"What do you mean?" she asked, crossing her arms to hide her breasts. The chill was making her nipples pert.

"Get on your knees and apologize for what you did out there."

"You want me to get on my knees?" she quivered.

"Yes. Get on your knees and tell me how sorry you are."

Elizabeth turned her head away from Paul. She felt tears swelling in her eyes, but she knew that crying would get her nowhere. She dropped to her knees, feeling the cold concrete underneath her. She looked at Paul, her face wet from fear and humiliation.

"Now what do you have to say?"

"I'm sorry..." she whimpered.

"I don't think that's good enough."

"I'm sorry...what more do you want?"

"I have to do everything for you! Repeat after me! I am sorry"

"I am sorry..."

"I am sorry for yelling at customers!"

"I am sorry for yelling at customers..." she repeated.

"I am sorry for being unable to wear the $200 outfit!"

"I am sorry...for being unable to wear...the $200 outfit."

"As an act of forgiveness, I am going to suck my bosses cock!"

"What?! No! I can't!"

"Here's the door...head on out!"

"No! I...I..as an act of forgiveness....I am going to...suck my bosses' cock."

Elizabeth felt ashamed just saying the words, let alone performing the act.

"Good," said Paul. He unbuckled his belt and dropped his khakis to the floor. His erection was already visible through his boxers. "Reach in there and get a feel for things."

Elizabeth's hand was trembling as she reached into the small pocket of Paul's boxers. Inside, she felt the warmth of his cock and the moist feel feel of his sweating skin. Everything felt so weird and strange. This was her boss, yet she was kneeling half nude in front of him and caressing his dick. Shaking off an attempt at rationalization, she thumbed the elastic band of Paul's boxers and lowered them to the floor.

Paul's cock sprang out, making Elizabeth jump.

"Did it scare you?" Paul laughed. "I know this isn't the first cock you've ever seen."

It wasn't. Elizabeth had fooled around with boyfriends before. She just didn't know how to react when the six inches of Paul's dick popped out. Hesitantly, she took the shaft into her well manicured hand and began to gently stroke his member.

"Good girl!" said Paul as he leaned back, closing his eyes.

She slid her hand from the base, all the way up to the edge of his swollen head. The bulbous tip pulsed with each forward stroke and Elizabeth couldn't help but watch as the skin around the tiny opening expanded and contracted with the motion of her fist.

"That feels real good," Paul moaned. "Let me know how sorry you really are;put that pretty mouth on it."

Elizabeth took a deep breath and ignored the nerves in her body that were shooting off at all cylinders. She wanted to get this over with, so she could go home. When she thought of home, it reminded her that she still had a date with Sam tonight. What would he think if he saw her now?

She put all those thoughts in the back of her mind and inched forward with her mouth open wide. The employee closed her eyes and leaned in, taking in half of her bosses' throbbing member. It smelled of sweat and it left a salty aftertaste on her tongue.

As she engulfed his cock, Elizabeth refrained from making any noise. She just bobbed her head back and forth, never taking in more than half of his shaft. The few times she opened her eyes, all she could see was the thicket of black pubic hair at the base of Paul's shaft. There wasn't much else to look at, so she kept her eyes shut tight. Paul didn't seem to care that she was acting mechanical. At one point she could feel his hands guiding the back of her head, but he never **** his cock further than she would allow.

After what seemed like an hour, but was really three minutes, Paul yanked his cock from her mouth.

Without warning, he let out an extremely loud moan that Elizabeth knew the customers had to have heard. A white liquid spewed from the head of his cock and landed all over her face. She immediately backed away and stood up. Paul finished what was left on the concrete floor of his office. Elizabeth made an attempt to wipe her face with the back of her hand, but it was no use. The gobs of cum oozed down her chin and along the edge of her lips.

When Paul was done, he looked at Elizabeth and wore an exaggerated smile.

"Now that wasn't so bad, was it?" he asked. Elizabeth didn't answer. Paul opened his desk drawer and pulled out several tissues. He handed them to the nervous girl and she wiped her face clean. She didn't know if she got all of it off, but she would need a mirror to make sure.

"I think you've done a pretty good job today. How about you head on home? I'll give you the rest of the day off."

Elizabeth was somewhat happy to be getting off early, but she wished it was under different circumstances. This was all so wrong and she didn't know what to say.

"I need to get back to the store and check on Ashley at the counter. See you next week."

With those words, Paul fastened his pants and walked out the door.

Elizabeth stood in the silence for a moment, unsure of what to do next. She felt used. Holding back tears, she looked for her clothes scattered around Paul's office..........they were no where to be found. Had Paul taken them? That bastard! Her other outfit was in the dressing room. She was going to have to walk across the store in her underwear.

Elizabeth dug through Paul's desk and cabinets, but there was nothing she could use to cover up with. She had been unloading the newest shipment in the store before the three guys interrupted her, so she knew there was nothing in the warehouse. Elizabeth peered out the door and looked down the employee corridor. She didn't see anyone coming, so she decided to make a break for it.

She ran quickly to the end of the corridor, waiting patiently at the entrance to the store. She looked across the sales floor and noticed only two or three customers shopping their hard earned money away. At least Elizabeth still had a hint of luck.

Elizabeth had run track the last two years, so she knew how fast she could go. Taking a deep breath, she sprinted past the cash register, around the clearance rack, through the shoes and accessories and safely into the dressing room hallway. She let out a sigh of relief and honestly didn't think anyone saw her mad dash.

Gripping the handle of the dressing room, she cursed when she discovered it was locked. Her luck had already run out.

Running across the store in her bra and panties was embarrassing enough, but now she was just standing there. How long would this person take?

It wasn't long, but Elizabeth was startled when the door opened to reveal an older man with a pair of jeans looped around his arms. He took a long look at Elizabeth and whistled. Remembering what Paul had told her, she ignored his advances and launched herself into the dressing room. She retrieved her clothing from under the bench and dressed herself.