Two Haulers

I see a pair of men, in their forties, standing nearby. Both were well over six feet. One was thin, but the other had something of a belly. I froze and managed to keep from cursing at my body luck. I had hoped I could get some help finding the items on my shopping list, but now I find myself naked in front of two grown, not to mention quite well-built, men.

I waited, hoping I did not get myself into any trouble. The young man, who I had been dancing for, was also facing their direction, and his camera was already put away. I saw them both smile at me, seeming to ignore my amateur cameraman.

The pair both smiled my way, and as I watched, the bulkier one the pair approached, leering at me before saying, "My my my, what have we got here? It would be a shame if someone found out such an attractive thing like you chose to use one of the stockrooms to practice stripping. Such a shame to have to kick you from the property, and you're so ever easy on the eyes."

I looked from him to his partner, across to the amateur photographer, and back again. The young man shrugged at me when I glanced his way, and so I turned my attention back to the pair and said, "I'm sure we can come to an arrangement. I'll . . . do just anything. Please, there is no need to bring management into this, right?"

I paused, his hand casually rubbing against my lip, and he said, "Anything, huh? That's converts a fair amount of ground, doesn't it?" I see him think for just a moment, as he makes me sweat a bit on what he might have in mind for me. I feel a shiver run down my spine, as my heart beats faster in my chest.