Thomas is swept off his feet

"I can't believe you, Tommy." Mrs Miller shook her head, a sour, condescending frown on her face as she stared down at Thomas. Instead of the ridiculous pink apron he had as part of his uniform, she wore a sensible collared shirt and trousers, with just a nametag with her name and title of Crumble's store manager. Unlike him, no-one was expecting a pudgy middle-aged woman to act as easy eye-candy to attract customers to their stall. "First you're giving away our stock for free, now you're making messes too? You're usually such a diligent worker for a boy, what's the matter with you today?"

"Sorry, ma'am." Tom gasped, hurriedly brushing up the remains of the freshly baked cookies he'd just managed to drop all over the floor. Fucking hell...he'd been distracted all afternoon since that handsome policewoman had saved his bacon and then promised to show up for him again. Messing up orders, missing customers, and now this! Letting a tray of cookies just drop out of his hands because he'd been too busy drooling over the memory of how amazing Officer Julie's muscles had looked in that uniform.

"I can't say I like this, Tommy." Mrs. Miller grunted, crossing her flabby arms over her chest. Tom glanced down at the floor and scowled. Couldn't she at least call him Thomas, like he'd asked her to? Not that he had too much to complain about. The relentless patronizing was hardly the worst thing a female boss had done to him over his two short years in the workforce. He'd had to quit his last job in a restaurant when he'd made things too awkward by screaming at the bullish head chef who'd slipped her hand down his trousers and grabbed his dick in plain view of the entire staff. Apparently, that meant he wasn't enough of a team player or something, and he was let go in short order unlike the boys who meekly put up with that kind of shit. Mrs Miller at least, was happily married, and all she did was leer, which made her as faithful to her husband as it seemed a woman could be. "Is there something up with your health, one of those boy problems?" She continued, her dark eyes following him as he brushed the crumbled cookies into the bin. "You want to take the a couple days off or something?"

"I'm off in an hour anyway, ma'am. I'll be fine." Tom shook his head vigorously. He couldn't afford to have his pay docked like that, not now. Fuck, he just had to stop thinking with his dick. Even if Officer Julie even came back like she'd said she would, she probably didn't really want anything to do with him. He wasn't one of those gorgeous models airbrushed into every poster he passed on his way into work, so skinny you could count their ribs, with pouting lips and long, fluttering lashes. Sure, he took care of himself, went jogging at the gym most days to stay in shape, wore makeup, looked after his hair, all the things a boy was expected to do, but...he was just an average guy. No matter how much he wanted to imagine himself hanging on the stunningly handsome officer's muscled arm, there was no way he really fit into that picture. Julie had probably just said she was coming back to be polite, there was no way she was actually going to bother....

"Hey, Thomas, still hard at work, huh?" That familiar, lightly-accented voice rung in his ears, and he froze, holding the brush dumbly in his hands. He felt his cheeks tingle, heat flooding into his pale skin until he knew he must be blushing furiously. Just from the sound of her voice. The young man turned hurriedly, slipping the brush and pan behind his back. Fuck...why hadn't he brushed down his apron at least? It was still covered in crumbs, she was going to think he was such a slob! His anxious gaze flickered up to find the familiar, muscular figure of the police officer who'd saved him, standing just beside the stall with her bulging arms crossed over her chest. She'd changed out of her uniform, into a short sleeved shirt and jeans, but of course a woman as hot as she was looked amazing in anything. He found his limp gaze drifting over her shoulders and the swell of her boobs, his stupid pink trousers getting even tighter again. He couldn't get hard...not right in front of her like this! She'd think he was some kind of easy slut!

"Officer Julie, you came?" He managed to squeak, his voice rather shrill and breathless.

"Course I did." The police officer grinned, showing off perfect white teeth. "Remember I promised I'd make sure you were okay? Wasn't about to leave such a cute boy hanging, now was I?" Cute...Thomas felt his blush get even darker, until he was sure steam had to be coming out of his ears. She...thought he was cute? No way...

"And who is this?" Mrs. Miller asked, from just behind. Thomas let out a comically high-pitched squeal of shock. He'd forgotten his boss was right there, and he'd been practically ogling this gorgeous police officer right in front of her, when he was still supposed to be hard at work selling cookies! Fuck, what was wrong with him?

"Juliette Banks, officer with the state police, ma'am." Julie stepped to the front of the store and extended a large, tanned hand towards Mrs. Miller. The manager hesitated a moment, then raised her one pudgy one and shook. "Just came by to make sure Thomas over there was still doing okay. Poor lad had a bit of scare earlier." Their hands dropped, Mrs. Miller looking thoughtful as her gaze flickered between Thomas and the police officer. The boy opened his mouth, wanting to explain what had happened properly, but...it felt kind of embarrassing to even say.

"Polly Miller, General Manager. You're the one he's been giving free stock to, I assume." Mrs. Miller raised her eyebrow, but she didn't seem angry anymore. Instead, her thin lips were curled into a slight smile and Tom could almost swear he saw amusement sparkling in her eyes. His strict manager...found this funny, why?

"Yeah, sorry about that." Julie sighed ruefully, reaching up to rub the back of her head. "Know I should have said no, but he was just so sweet when he made the offer, I couldn't resist." Her eyes flickered to Thomas, and she gave him a little wink that nearly knocked him flat on his butt. How did she even do that?

"Tell you what, seeing as you've come all this way, officer." Mrs. Miller continued, her smile widening. "And silly Tommy really isn't getting much work done at the moment anyway. He's been mooning over you all afternoon, reminds me of my husband when I leave him at home too long alone. I'll give the boy the rest of the day off, and you can walk him straight back home." Tom felt his mouth open and close like a fish, but nothing emerged beyond a strangled gasp. Mrs. Miller was giving him the day off...just so he could walk home with Julie? And hold on...he hadn't been mooning! He'd just...been distracted, that was all!

"Really?" Julie grinned back, her gorgeous smile lighting up her handsome face. "Thank you, ma'am, that'd be just perfect. The trouble he was in earlier, I was worried those two might come back and give him another scare. Now I can make sure he gets home safe."

"Good on you, officer" Mrs. Miller replied, nodding with satisfaction. "It's nice to see someone of the younger generation who knows how to treat a boy. Chivalry's not really dead after all, is it Tommy?" She glanced at him, her dark eyes alight with obvious amusement. What the hell was she up to? He'd never gotten an hour off from her in the four months he'd worked here, and now she was just letting him leave early?

"No, ma'am." Tom gasped, too dazed to even come up with anything else. These women had pretty much just decided what was going to happen to him between themselves, without even asking him! In the back of his brain, he knew he should be annoyed at that, but he did want Officer Julie walking him home, didn't he? And he'd have been far too shy to even ask for that himself.

"Go get changed out of your uniform, Tommy, so that the nice officer can walk you home." Mrs. Miller continued, in her usual, slightly patronizing manner. Tom flushed, more than a little ashamed to have Julie see him being put down again this way. She was going to think he was such...a weakling! At least girls liked that, didn't they? "Make sure you get him home nice and safe, officer." The manager continued, glancing back at Julie. "Silly boy lives all on his own in some dreary apartment, can you imagine? I do worry about him sometimes..."

"I'll make sure he's safe." Julie continued, her voice full of eager certainty Tom couldn't even get mad at the implication that he needed her to be safe. After all...she'd saved him once already. As he was turning to head over to his locker to fetch his clothes, Julie glanced at him and gave him a little wave with her big hand. He blushed even hotter, almost tripping over his own feet. Fuck...did she even know what she did to a boy like him? With her...handsome face, and big muscles! Tom tore his gaze from her scurried away towards the staff offices, eager to hide his scarlet cheeks and the growing bulge in his tight, tight trousers. Damn it...how was he even going to make it home with her without making a complete idiot of himself?

Hold on...make it home? A handsome, confidant woman like her taking him to his front door? She wasn't thinking he'd...let her inside, was she? Take her to his bed? Was that it? Fuck if that wasn't tempting, if he didn't know it'd mean her dumping him the next day because he was too easy or some bullshit. A woman like her probably had hundreds of guys throwing themselves at her like that. He wasn't about to be just another conquest. He had too much self-respect for that, or so he kept telling himself.

No matter how much he tried not to get ahead of himself though, as he darted into the staff locker room and grabbed his clothes, Tom couldn't help but dream of what it would be like to give himself to a woman like Julie. By the time he'd gotten dressed back into his casual clothes, a light t-shirt, jacket and tight trousers, his erection still showed no sign of softening, nestled as it was in his plain white panties. Fuck, he just had to hope the bulge wasn't too obvious. Stupid men's clothes tried to make it so you couldn't even hide the damn thing. All designed by horny women, he was sure. Taking a deep, shuddering breath, the blushing boy grabbed his handbag and headed for the door, his heart pounding in his chest.