William's not so great day

While Erica was having a great day at work, William was not. His job was significantly less fulfilling than his mother's. Working part-time at any department store was bad enough, but this department store, Hallworth's was the worst. Since the advent of online shopping, stores like Hallworths had been going downhill. To solve this problem, Hallworth's decided to focus on older customers, ones who wouldn't feel comfortable shopping online.

Gone was any hope of seeing anyone his own age. William spent his work days, instead, catering to women in their sixties or older, assisting them in carrying bags to their cars, finding additional sizes for the them while they were in the changing room, and, of course, being yelled at by his boss.

Christine.

She. was. the. worst.

Not the worst to look at. No, not at all. Christine was amazing to look at. If William's job was to look at Christine, to admire her from afar, his job would be the best. But it wasn't. Early on in his career at Hallworth's, Christine had caught William ogling her. What had resulted was no shifts for three weeks, then when he returned, cleaning the washrooms three times a shift. Yes, William learned his lesson.

But now that he'd discovered his secret power, his potent mind-bending sperm, could things turn around? Just the possibility of it had made William risk a leer the last time he thought Christine wasn't watching. Of course, she had been. The woman had eyes in the back of her head!

"My office!" she said through gritted teeth, "NOW."

She made him wait for a full twenty minutes before she joined William in her office. The pig was asking for it, staring at her like that. Sure, she was used to being stared at. Christine knew she was hot. She'd always been hot. Big breasts, long red hair, cute face, long legs, Christine could have any man she wanted.

Not that she wanted a man. No, Christine was in a committed relationship already, and Andrea would take serious issue if Christine suddenly switched teams and started going for men! The thought was laughable. Of course, Christine wouldn't let on that there was any humour in the situation. There was no way she would let Mister Hungry Eyes off so easily this time. It was time for William to find another job.

She sat down on the rickety wooden chair behind the metal desk, opened the water bottle she kept there and took a swig. It tasted a bit off, a strange taste that didn't sit right with her. Had she remembered to wash it last night?

"William," she said, anger in her voice, "You're not working out here. The fact is, you're not Hallworth's material. You have a bad attitude, you're lazy, and you keep staring at me like you're some kind of pervert!"

"I'm sorry, I just..."

"No excuses!" Christine cut him off, slamming an open hand on the desk, making a booming noise that caught her off guard. She had never felt attracted to men, having known she was gay from very early on, but guys like William sure reinforced that she had been lucky. She paused to collect herself and took another drink. That taste was still there, but not as strong.

"I don't want to see you around here anymore," she said, "I'm going to file your paperwork for dismissal. It's been a long time coming. I can't believe it's taken me this long to get rid of you."

"I didn't mean..."

"I don't care what you meant!" Christine surprised herself again at how angry she was, bursting out in a yell. She stood, turned away from him, and downed the rest of her water. It was quite good, now that she was used to the extra flavour. She wished she had some more.

"You don't want to fire me," William said, matter-of-factly.

Lowering the bottle from her puffy lips, Christine considered his words. She was so angry! Was she making a decision out of emotion, and not out of good judgement? William was, after all, pretty good with the little old ladies who just wanted a little attention from a young man. Maybe she was being hasty...

"Okay, maybe you're right," she agreed, seeing the wisdom in his words, "But I'm still pissed. I am not one of our window displays for you to stare at!"

"Calm down," William said, "You're not angry with me at all. Besides, if you really didn't want me to look, you wouldn't dress to get my attention. You love me staring at you!"

The anger evaporated. Had she even been angry? Christine couldn't really tell. All she knew was that right then, she was calm. Calm enough to really process what William was saying. She hated to admit it, but he had her. There was a certain perverted thrill that she felt when he stared at her, something that Andrea would never understand. That morning she'd picked her clothes out to look stylish, to be confident, but now that she thought back, subconsciously she must have had William in mind. Did his leering earlier mean that she had chosen well? Were these the kinds of outfits he liked to look at? Now that she'd finally come to terms with what was going on inside of her, Christine felt so empowered to experiment with different looks, different styles, to maximize on capturing William's attention.

"Fine," she said, calmly sitting back down, "you caught me. I'm sorry I yelled earlier. You're right, though, I do love your stares." Christine paused and sighed, "Don't tell my wife, okay? I'll be a bit more daring with my outfit on your next shift if you keep this between us."

He agreed, much to Christine's relief. She dismissed him to restock the tension stockings in aisle twelve. Once he was gone and Christine was alone, she leaned back in her chair. Sure, there was no real attraction to her employee, but she missed him already. It was like a piece of her always wanted him staring. She loved it, after all, being stared at by William. Her eyes darted down at the schedule on her desk. Maybe she could schedule him for a few more shifts, just to have him around...