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   Working Girl 2 - Jaz for all Seasons.  (Slow.  No real Sex.  Exh.  Voy.)

   Things changed for Jaz during the summer holidays that year.  Suddenly
she had made grown up choices and faced grown up responsibilities.  She
chose to be Will's girlfriend, she chose to tell her parents and she chose
to face down her father when he said she was too young.

   That small battle won, with the aid of her mother, Jaz insisted on
dragging the terrified Will in for Sunday lunch.  It was a strained,
uncomfortable affair.  Her father scowled at the lad between mouthfuls and
her mother talked about nothing at all but at 300 miles per hour.  But it
was worth it.  The next time they were all together it was easier and the
time after that her father even managed to tell a joke or two to put Will
at his ease.

   The two teens rarely worked the same shifts at the shop but when they
did they often took advantage of the changes that Ted had introduced to
improve the shop and its profitability.

   The old post office cubicle in the main shop area had been stripped of
junk and now served as a windowed office for Ted to work in.  This allowed
him to oversee the shop and the part time workers and this, in turn, cut
down on mistakes and the occasional light fingered shelf stacker.

   He installed cctv covering the till area and the main aisles to reduce
the impact of customer shoplifting and he installed a door with a punch
number lock to separate the store room corridor from the main shop.  It was
this last improvement that offered Will & Jaz the extra privacy that they
needed as each button pressed gave an audible response and offered a brief
early warning of the rare approach of another worker entering the store
area.

   That early warning system allowed Will to talk Jaz into removing
clothing more often and she was often to be found reclining against the
shelving, shirt off, bra under her chin and skirt tucked into the waistband
of her ever briefer panties whilst Will suckled on her growing breasts and
rubbed her pussy through her panties.  She always retained enough control
to prevent her panties being lowered though and Will regularly had the back
of his hand slapped or his shoulder punched if he tried too hard or too
often.

   Ted too benefited from the improvements other than purely financially.
On the ever rarer occasions that he and Jaz were in the store room he too
enjoyed the comfort of that audible warning system and would linger longer
under the ladder whilst his precious Jaz was "dusting the top shelf" or
similar.  In the main shop his little office cubicle also offered certain
attractions once he had it figured out.

   On quiet Sunday afternoon in August he decided to try out his theory
about the cubicle.  The shop was quiet and Jaz and Sophie had tidied
everything that they could and now sat listlessly at their respective tills
waiting for something to happen.

   "Jaz" called Ted "Sophie can handle the rush for a minute.....come in
here and let me show you the ropes with the books will you."

   Sophie muttered "boring" and Jaz grinned and shrugged her shoulders.

   "Shut the door Jaz" said Ted "Now, have you noticed that what we say in
here doesn't get out....I mean the people in the shop can hear talking but
the words are indecipherable."

   Jaz didn't look entirely convinced.

   Raising his voice a little Ted said "Sophie is a complete slut.  Just
last night I saw her having sex in the pub doorway....."

   Jaz turned to look at her co-worker.  Sophie was yawning and tapping her
fingers on the counter.

   "k Ted, nobody can hear you." Agreed Jaz.

   "And" said Ted excitedly "everybody can see you through the glass bandit
screens but if you are standing they can only see you from the chest down
an if you are sitting, like me, they only see the top of your head."

   "uh huh" said Jaz suspiciously.

   "Well my dear, it seems the perfect opportunity for you to be able to
show old Ted a little kindness from time to time.  Nobody can hear us.  We
can be seen so everything is perfectly innocent and....we can see anybody
coming this way....not that they should ever need to."

   Jaz smiled.

   "And why, oh ancient employer, should I be inclined to show you any
kindness?" she asked.

   "Well" he thought "I'm not getting any younger.  I might not make the
winter.  It would be a shame not to be nice when you could."

   Jaz just grinned at him.

   "Lift your skirt" he hissed.

   Jaz glanced around.  Sophie now had a customer to serve.  Nobody was
paying the cubicle any attention.

   She lifted her skirt.

   "Ah what delights you have to offer Jaz.  Perhaps you could turn around
to get something for me..."

   She turned her back on Ted and pretended to look for a folder on the
opposite side of the cubicle.  Holding her skirt above her waist she could
feel his eyes burning into the flesh left exposed by her now commonplace
thong.

   "Absolutely wonderous.  Are you happy to "learn" for a little longer
Jaz?"

   "Ted you are hopeless." She replied and then quickly undid her skirt and
let it fall away.  "Is that better?"

   Ted took a few moments to drink in the beauty before him.

   "Immeasurably better my dear, immeasurably.  I wonder........."

   "What" she answered

   "As you get older your hands and feet suffer from the cold.....I wonder
if I might be permitted to warm my hands occasionally?" he murmured

   Jaz looked at him wide eyed.  He had never asked to touch her before. 
But then he had asked rather than just assume and it was only Ted after
all.

   "Maybe it will be alright sometimes" she said

   Almost before the words had finished tumbling out of her mouth a hand
wrapped itself around her buttocks.  She stood, facing out into the shop,
leaning slightly forward against the small wooden counter, legs parted and
concentrated on the sensation of the slow sensuous stroking movements that
Ted was practised in.  When his hand dropped to her upper thigh and his
fingers sort to slip between her legs she parted them a little further. 
She opened them further still as his hand slipped completely between her
legs and his fingers rose, like a monster from the deep, to encase her
mound through the thin material of her panties.

   She gasped as one finger found the ridge and pressed home its advantage.
She gasped again as his hand slipped higher; fingers twirled over the edge
of her panties and dragged the material down.  She knew he couldn't see her
nakedness there but he could certainly feel it and feel it he did.

   Now a finger slipped ever so slightly between the outer folds of her
pussy going where no man, indeed no male, had gone before.  She had always
been able to mentally defend against the frenetic assault that Will used
but this insidious creeping hand, this creeping hand that offered her
pleasure at every step had been her undoing.

   When another hand assisted in tugging down at the sides of her thong she
barely registered the change and soon the brief wisp of material was
wrapped around one ankle Ted having allowed her enough time to close her
legs and step out of the underwear before returning to his target.

   He turned her to face him.  "Delightful" he hissed as he slipped a
finger up to the knuckle within her private folds.  It was all Jaz could do
to stay standing as he slowly and gently fingered her virgin cunt.

   Ted brought her to her first ever orgasm in that cubicle on that Sunday
afternoon and, as she sat alongside him, naked from the waist down save her
trainers, he licked his fingers as she recovered.

   Recovering her clothing and dressing as inconspicuously as possible in
the tiny confines of the cubicle she left and returned to finish her shift
on the till.  In her breast pocket were two £20 notes.  The fact that they
had been carefully folded in advance of her visit to the cubicle was lost
on the youngster.

   Jaz walked home alone that afternoon.  Will only worked on Sunday
mornings and this afternoon he was "enjoying" another family get together.
It gave her time to think.  To remember.

   A few days later on a sunny afternoon in the long grass Jaz relinquished
her shirt.  Seconds later and her bra followed, discarded at the edge of
the small clearing that the couple were making.  Instantly Will got to work
on her jeans.  His haste would ordinarily have annoyed her and he would
have had to make do with her tits for playthings, but today she raised her
hips enough for him to drag the swathe of denim down her thighs and even
suggested that he take the time to tug off her trainers before going
further.

   Moments later she lay in the grass wearing a brief yellow thong and a
smile.  There was little chance for reflection as Will covered her slender
body with his own and promptly started to grind his crotch into hers as he
mauled at her breasts.

   "Slower Will.  Slow down." She whispered.

   Something seemed to register in his lust befuddled brain and he did,
indeed, slow down.

   "Kiss me" she said "and be gentle with my tits....try little circles or
something."

   He slipped off her and to the side so that he could both kiss her and
trace light patterns on her breasts.  His kisses slipped to her neck and
then down to a nipple were, rather than the usual noisy slurping, he kissed
gentle butterfly kisses whilst his hand kept the other breast amused.

   His mind registered that, rather than batting his hands away on a
regular basis, Jaz was responding rather favourably to his ministrations.
Her breathing was noticeably faster and her hips were starting to move on
the battered grass bed.  He continued, stretching so that his lips could
reach the far nipple and give that equal attention.  One hand toyed with
the other breast and the other trickle down her taut stomach towards a more
obvious goal.

   Her stomach heaved in involuntary spasm as his fingers trailed across
her skin.  Part of wanted to make him drag his fingers over the same area
again and another part wanted his hand to finish its journey as quickly as
possible.

   In the event she didn't have to make the decision.  Will decided that he
was being too obvious and brought his hand back to the top of her ribcage
before starting back downwards again.  He did this three more times and the
girl was beginning to think he would never go ay lower.  But he did.

   On his next pass his hand strayed over the thin cotton of her thong and
gently cupped her mound.  He was rewarded with Jaz parting her legs for
him. This being gentle stuff was working.

   He pressured and rubbed gently for some time enjoying the impact that it
was having on the now writhing schoolgirl.  Then, taking his life in his
hands and fully expecting to be beaten about the head, he brought his hand
up and then slid back down under the thin cotton fabric.  His fingers
sought out and found those fleshy folds and Jaz groaned loudly.  His
fingers parted the folds a little and one brave digit slipped into the
darkened cave and into the warm moist pleasure area.  He had never gotten
so far with a girl and his mind was a jumble of what shoulds and what
coulds and what ifs.

   He desperately wanted to see her naked.  He knew that now she didn't
really have secrets from him but that would be the truest sign. 
Perfection.

   He desperately wanted not to spoil the moment, to keep her writhing away
in the grass alongside him totally in his control.

   He desperately wanted to extract his own organ from the confines of his
jeans, or at least take the time to undo the garment and offer a modicum of
relief.

   Delicately, or as delicately as he could in the circumstances, he pushed
himself upwards with his free hand.  The girl hissed a little as her
breasts were left unattended but whatever he was doing under the cover of
her panties seemed to keep her satisfied.

   He looked at her and let his eyes travel the length and breadth of her
body.  He noticed that her eyes stayed mainly closed but fluttered every
now and then.  He noticed that her breathing impacted on the speed with
which her stomach muscles expanded and contracted and that he could affect
that routine depending upon where his fingers were and what they did.  He
heard the sounds emanating from her lips, quiet, hesitant, expectant
sounds. He heard the sound of his hand against the material of her thong.

   Maintaining contact with her pussy rather awkwardly he moved down until
he was kneeling alongside her hips.  Reaching over with his other hand he
stroked the side of her thigh and then her abdomen and then her other
thigh. The hand toyed with the thin strips of material at the side of her
thong and then moved off again to do another circuit, thigh abdomen thigh
thong.  On the third or fourth trip something unexpected happened.

   His hand was twisting the material when Jaz lifted her hips off the
ground.  He moved on to do another circuit not sure if he might have
misread the signal.  Sure enough on the next pass the hips rose again. 
This time he didn't hesitate.  Using just the one hand and tugging a little
on each side he worked the material down.  He winced briefly as Jaz closed
her legs, crushing his fingers, but then appreciated the need for parted
legs to close for thongs to be removed.  As soon as the redundant material
cleared her feet he legs parted again.

   Briefly, just very briefly, Will took the chance to withdraw his hand so
that he could gain a clear view of the entire nakedness of the girl.  He
took care not to dawdle though and quickly slipped not one but two fingers
deep inside the stupefied teen.  He was startled but not unhappy when he
felt Jaz brush her hand across his own crotch.  For a moment he let her
fumble for zipper and all and then relented and popped the top button for
her.

   That done she managed to lower the zip and again he assisted her by
raising a little so that she might be able to tug the material below the
level of his buttocks.

   Briefly he felt rather unsure of himself as she tugged his boxers down
as well.  Silly, he admonished, Jaz is completely naked and yet I'm
frightened of being seen with my pants down.

   His erection bobbed free in the sunlight and Jaz grabbed at it.

   It was his turn to encourage gentleness now, or at least not quite the
ferociousness that had first been let loose.

   Jaz did what came naturally.  In this case naturalness came from the
brief illicit conversations with some of the more brazen girls at school
but Will seemed to be enjoying her touch and the way she slid her hand up
and down his erection.

   Jaz pumped, Will pumped.  It might have taken all day but the reality is
that two inexperienced, lust driven teenagers just don't take that long.

   Will came first erupting across her lower abdomen and stomach.  Jaz
didn't even have time, or breath, to complain about the mess before he
drove strongly up inside of her and almost hand crafted the second orgasm
of her young life.

   They lay cuddle up with each other for a few moments before
embarrassment got the better of Will and he rose to tug his clothing back
into place.  It took longer for Jaz.  Her first task was to crawl around
the rough nest gathering her clothes and then to get them back into place
with the now fully dressed Will "helping".

   The holidays were soon over and the rigours of school and homework
quickly took their toll on the exploits of the youngsters.  Weekends were
interspersed with shifts at the shop and the weather turned wet enough to
discourage the sort of outdoor fondling that they had enjoyed only a few
short weeks before.  Prospects of internal fun and games were severely
limited.

   Jaz decided to take matters into her own hands one Saturday.  Telling
her parents that she was doing extra hours she arrived at the store well
before her shift was due to begin.  She approached the rear door, which was
ajar and listened as Ted gave Will a few last minute instructions about new
stock organisation.  When she was certain that Ted had gone she slipped in
and crept up behind the unsuspecting boy.

   Will nearly made the top shelf without the ladder but when his heart
stopped racing with the fright it started again for entirely another
reason. They worked together to get the essentials done, although only Will
made the trips into the shop and then they had time.  Time in a private
space.

   Will wandered up the dark corridor and peered through the little
inspection window in the security door.  Ted was in his cubicle, one of the
girls was on a till and the other was sorting tin on a far aisle.  He
slipped back to Jaz who had already divested herself of everything but her
thong.

   They knew that they really didn't have the luxury of time for true
gentleness but he tried.  Butterfly kisses around the nipples, caressing
the crotch area through the material of her thong and then, quite quickly,
tugging the thong down her bare legs and off.

   He stood back quickly to admire his handiwork and take in the view of
his girlfriend naked but for her trainers.  Then he unbuttoned and unzipped
his uniform trousers and stepped in.

   His fingers quickly found the opening to her cunt and he was pleased to
realise that she was ready and waiting for them.  Her hands fumbled with
but then succeeded in lowering the uniform trousers and boxers before
freeing the fast hardening cock from its imprisonment.

   Jaz quickly succeeded in milking him dry.  Just a few strokes into the
moment he let rip and a short while later he pushed her hands away so that
he could concentrate on her.  He lowered her to the floor.  It was cold and
uncomfortable but she had no time to complain.  Immediately she lay down
his fingers were back inside of her and pumping steadily.  This time, when
he was confident of her closeness, he brought his thumb to bear on her now
obvious clit and she surged through the skies chasing dreams with him.

   Moments later a teen girl in pristine shop uniform slipped past the
security door and into the shop to start her shift.

   Her fourteenth birthday, in November, was a far cry from the financially
troubled times of only a couple of years ago.  Anxious to make up for the
bad times her parents had gone overboard and her birthday gifts include a
sparkling top of the range laptop, a music system and £200 cash to spend on
clothes.  She also received the inexpensive but important news that her
parents felt that she was reliable and trustworthy and that they had been
wrong to query her relationship with Will.  Not that they wanted to
encourage any funny business she had to understand!

   She and Will celebrated her birthday in an entirely different way a few
days later.  It was entirely his idea, a mostly selfless birthday gift.

   Jaz sat or rather leant back on the counter in the store room.  Her
skirt was up above her waist and her thong was in Will's pocket.  With some
trepidation Will bent his head to her crotch and took in her scent.  That
accomplished he parted her outer lips with his fingers and probed
judiciously with his tongue.  Find the taste reasonable in a lustful sort
of way he applied himself with vigour probing as deeply as he could with
his tongue whilst gently rubbing her clit with his thumb.

   Jaz held onto the back of his head with one hand, partly to guide him
occasionally and partly to make sure that he didn't back away until she was
done.  Periodically he did pull back, but only for air and he was quickly
back in position.  As her excitement built and her hips started to jump he
had more trouble keeping in touch but he determinedly brought her to orgasm
and then watched her collapse in laughter as she saw the sticky mess that
covered his face.

   The shift that followed swept by in a dreamy haze.

   The Sunday shift was, as is so often the case, slow and boring.  Jaz was
relieved when Ted suggested a little more practice with the accounts,
although that wasn't the impression that she gave to Gary who was working
alongside her at the time.

   "Better you than me" he whispered "I get enough of that in school!"

   "Well" said Ted as she quietly closed the door of the cubicle behind her
"its been a few weeks since you last had a go at the books.  What can you
remember?"

   Glancing around as was her usual practice her hands moved to and undid
her skirt and it fell to the floor.  She stepped out of it and hooked it
with her toe onto a chair in the corner.

   "Excellent!  You have a good memory, but I'm sure that you have
forgotten something."

   Realising what the old perv was hinting at Jaz slipped her thumbs under
the slim waistband of her thong and slipped it down and off, again deftly
using her toe to flick the garment onto the chair.

   Once suitably naked from the waist down she moved to stand alongside Ted
and assumed the position of a young girl watching carefully what was going
on.  Ted quickly assumed his own position with a hand snaking between her
legs from behind to cup and fondle her mound.

   As he started his gentle probing of her cunt the young girl had
difficulty on concentrating on anything other than trying to appear to be
watching what she was being taught.  She missed his words entirely the
first time around and motioned for him to repeat himself when she realised.

   Ted didn't miss a beat with his fingers as he repeated how beneficial it
had been to put the cctv system in and how much it had reduced the
shoplifting.

   "uh huh" replied Jaz as her hormones started to take over and her hips
started moving of their own accord.

   "You should see some of the footage Jaz" he went on.

   "k if you think so" she muttered.

   Ted inserted a finger deep inside her as his other hand fiddled with the
pad on his laptop.

   Jaz registered the screen flicker to life from standbye as a pre orgasm
ripple cut through her.  She opened her eyes again and focussed on the
screen.  Briefly the sight froze her in place but Ted and his magic fingers
quickly thawed her body out and she moved again as if controlled by unseen
strings.  At the same time she relived the delights of Will burying his
head in her crotch, not in cctv black and white but more in high definition
technicolour.

   "How....how" she tried to ask

   "I had a digital video camera wired into the store room at the same time
as everything else.  It doesn't form part of the cctv system it just send
images back to my laptop here."

   "But...." she reasoned "does that mean...." She trailed off as another
wave passed through her.

   "It means Jaz" said Ted "that I have several files showing quite erotic
goings on between you and young Will.  But don't worry.  Your secret is
safe with me.  You just have to promise to be nice to me and to promise
that you won't tell Will."

   His fingers quickened their pace and she moaned.

   "Do you promise?  Jaz, do you promise?" he asked

   "Oh GOD YESSSS!" she squealed as the full force of the orgasm ripped
through her.

   A few moments later she reached for the thong.

   "No Jaz.  Leave that here for now.  Just put on the skirt."

   "Ted.  The skirt is short what if....."

   "You do remember your promise Jaz?" he asked pointedly.

   "Uh huh"

   "You have to carry on being nice to old Ted and never tell Will about
the camera.  I expect a show from the two of you at least once a
month....ok?"

   "Ted!"

   "And whilst we're at it" he went on "I want you bare arsed under your
skirt for the rest of the day.  I might want to feel you up some more
later."

   She still left the cubicle with £20 cash though.

   True to his word, Ted took every opportunity to slip his hands under her
short skirt throughout the rest of her shift.  It kept the youngster edgy,
unsure and lust filled.

   "Any chance of a couple of extra hours on Friday evening Jaz" he asked
as she was leaving "I have a new line of giftware being delivered and could
do with a hand to sort it." As he spoke he passed her thong to her and
slipped a hand under her skirt at the rear.

   The teen jumped and yelped a "yes ok" as his hand hit the target.

   Friday evening at 6.30 Jaz found herself alone in the shop with Ted.  He
did indeed have a new range of giftware to display but he also wanted her
on display.

   "Right milady!  It's not often we get to be properly alone these days
and the shutters are down.....how about a show for old Ted?"

   "A show?"

   "Don't be coy Jaz.  You are a gorgeous young thing and it should be a
crime for your various charms to be hidden."

   "Just what do you expect me to display?" she asked a little tetchily.

   "Everything my girl.  The entire glorious canvas."

   "And if I say no you show that video to who exactly?"

   "My dear girl, the thought never entered my head.  That video, and all
the others I have seen and expect to see in the future, is for my personal
viewing pleasure and yours if you want.  No No...I merely surmised that you
seem to enjoy being kind to me in my old age and that we rarely get an
opportunity these days for quite such privacy."

   The potential fog of anger cleared slowly from her eyes.  She didn't
gush out her thanks, in fact she didn't say anything.  She simply slowly
but assuredly removed her clothes.

   It took scant moments for her to forget her nakedness and simply get on
with the job in hand.  Ted, on the other hand, could not forget the state
of undress of the creature occupying a space very close to his and he
regularly found himself simply staring at her growing breasts or the curves
of her firm young buttocks.  When she caught him she sometimes told him off
in a girlish sort of way.  On other occasions she would sigh theatrically
and wiggle a naked bit of flesh under his nose until he got back to work.

   They finished what they had to do at about 7.20.

   "I had planned to pay you until 8.00 Jaz." Said Ted hesitantly "Might it
be possible for me to drink of the chalice in the time we have left?"

   "What?" she asked

   "I hate to be blunt, as you are well aware, but....I'd like to drink
from the same fountain as young Will did the other day."

   Jaz, suddenly acutely aware of her nudity realised exactly what was
being asked of her.  She also knew that she could say no or make an excuse
and that Ted would respect her decision.  Maybe it was that respect, maybe
it was the recognition of the start of a familiar tingle from down south
but she simply smiled and nodded.

   Unexpectedly, Ted swept her up into his arms and effortlessly carried
her to the till area.  Laying her down on the counter alongside her till he
made some comment about not charging by weight and then moved down between
her legs which overhung the short counter.  "My dear girl" he started "I
sincerely hope that you enjoy this as much as I will" and then he held up a
hand to indicate that she shouldn't reply.

   The gentle ministrations which Ted always started out with were a
delight.  The feelings that he conjured with his tongue were more subtle
and longer lasting that Will had given her but his lack of urgency also
meant that she lost out on some of the excitement that the encounter with
Will had provided.

   In between licks Ted occasionally spoke.

   "why did Will" lick lick probe "decide to do that to you" lick probe
lick "on that particular day/"

   Jaz concentrated on her response "It was, oh shit, oh my god, it as my,
jeez don't stop, my birthday present." She finally stammered out.

   The orgasm that overtook her was more intense than anything so far.  Her
eyes closed and blackness claimed her for a few minutes.

   When she came too she was stretched out on the till counter.  Her legs
had dropped off of each side and her cunt was stretched open and fully
displayed.  Ted stood to one side, a smile on his lips and a camera in his
hand.

   "I hope you don't mind" he said gesturing with the camera "but you
looked so delightfully slutty lying there with you legs wide open."

   Mind, did she mind?  She didn't know and contented herself with making
him promise that they were for his eyes only.

   "Jaz" he said as he let her out of the door some 20 minutes later "do
you plan to give him he same present for his birthday?"

   The girl was dumfounded "I er, I um, I really don't know.  I mean, I er.
I've never done it.  I just don't know."

   "Well" said Ted thoughtfully "If you do then it would be wonderful to
have it on film and....if you decide you need to practise in advance then I
er might be available to guide you."

   Her eyes opened wide at the suggestion and she left without further
conversation.

   In the end Jaz did decide to reciprocate for Wills' birthday.  She
declined the generous offer of lessons from Ted but did make use of the
store room a few Saturday mornings later.  Ted caught the whole thing on
film, of course, and now, in the cubicle on a Sunday afternoon Jaz was
watching herself on her knees before the boy.

   She noticed how tentative she had been at the beginning and how her
speed and enthusiasm had built up during the brief period between her
unzipping the boys trousers and his squirting seed down her throat.

   "Good girl" said Ted watching alongside her "The best always swallow" he
went on as he absently slipped a second finger into her.  "I have enjoyed
watching this particular episode over and over....it's just a pity that the
young man doesn't have much staying power....but then who can blame
him....a pretty girl wrapping her lips around his cock....oh the joy, the
absolute joy." He mused.

   He started the clip again but this time concentrated on his young friend
and encouraged a second delightful orgasm out of her at just about the same
time as her screen image started swallowing hard.

   He playfully slapped her bare backside.

   "Get your clothes on Miss, you might as well do some shop work for the
last 30 minutes of the shift."

   Christmas came and Christmas went.  Ted shut the shop for Christmas day
and Boxing day but opened up for shorter hours for the rest of the week
between Christmas and New Year.  There weren't many customers.  The
occasional need for an alcohol top up, a little fresh cream and the odd
sack of potatoes and so they ran with a skeleton crew.  Just one on the
till, one spare and Ted in the background.

   Ted covered the store room work pretty much on his own during that
period.  Occasionally he would ask for help shifting a larger delivery or
sorting through the displays for poor quality veg and fruits, but there was
certainly no real need for Will.  In fact, when Ted had suggested that Will
take the holiday period off the youngster had been overjoyed and had
quickly resumed the ability to sleep until 11.30 every day!

   It was a grey and overcast morning a couple of days after Boxing Day
when Ted came out of the store room mumbling and muttering.

   He found young Sophie stacking shelves near the store room door.

   "Sophie" he asked "who's on with you this morning?"

   "Its um just me and Jaz `til 1.00" she replied brightly "not that there
is much of a rush on!" she finished.

   "Ok then" said Ted "I could do with some help in the store room, can you
hold the fort out here if I steal Jaz for a bit?"

   "No probs Ted" she said.

   Finding Jaz, Ted explained his plan.  She rolled her eyes and mouthed
"perv" at him.

   He giggled back "No, No Jaz, I really could do with some help."

   "yeah whatever" she muttered as she followed him back towards the
security door.

   Once inside she was surprised to find quite such a mess.  Somebody had
stacked a case of tinned fruit on a stack of orange juice boxes and several
of the waxed cartons had buckled under the weight, split and emptied their
contents over everything stacked below them.  It had obviously happened
overnight and now there was a sticky mess to deal with.  Ted and Jaz worked
to sort out the goods that could be salvaged, cleaning them up as they
went, and chucking anything too badly damaged into the hopper kept
specifically for the purpose.  They worked right through until 11.30 before
they could see an end.

   "Happy bloody Christmas eh" Ted muttered as he washed his own arms off
in hot soapy water at the sink.

   "It's not been that bad" replied Jaz "Who stacked them like that
anyway?"

   "It's my fault" grumbled Ted "I left a couple of the girls to sort the
order last night.  I had to go out and asked them to do it whilst I got
ready.  I should have done it myself, or at least checked what they had
done."

   "Well it's all sorted now" said Jaz taking her own turn with the soapy
water.

   "True" said Ted pulling out a small silver hip flask.  He took a long
pull and then, offered the flask to Jaz.  "Want some?"

   "What is it.....I don't usually drink much?"

   "My dear girl, this is a 15 year old single malt.  I won't be letting
you drink much of it....just a brief nip for the festive season."

   She giggled and took the proffered flask.  She sniffed it cautiously and
then raised it to her lips and took a brief swig.

   She managed to fight back the immediate urge to cough and instead she
savoured the immediate warmth offered to her throat as the liquid slipped
down.

   "Liked that eh?" queried Ted "Well don't get used to it.  I could get in
a lot of trouble feeding whiskey to a fourteen year old girl."

   "Um" she replied "There are other things that could get you into trouble
where fourteen year old girls are concerned."

   "True, true, but where would the fun be if we were too worried about
such things?" he said as he swatted her backside and pushed her along the
corridor and back to the shop.

   Once back in the shop he let the girls go a little early assuring them
that he could cope with the stampede until the cavalry arrived at 1.00.

   "See ya tomorrow Ted" called Jaz as she and Sophie left together.

   "Oh well" he thought "that's something to look forward to."

   The following day Jaz was doing the late shift, well as late as it got
during the festive period.  She was working from 1.00 until 4.00 when Ted
shut up shop.

   Closing time came round quickly enough and Jane, who had been working
alongside Jaz that afternoon, left promptly.  Jaz explained that her
parents had gone to the sales and probably wouldn't be back yet and so she
wasn't in any real hurry to leave.

   "Excellent" exclaimed Ted "We haven't had any quality time together for
ages."

   Jaz laughed "by quality time I suppose you mean that I have kept my
clothes on recently?" she winked at him "You are a rather nice old perv
though."

   "Really!  What a delightful way you have with words miss Bennet.  C'mon,
no point in staying down in this draughty old shop, come up to the flat. 
Apart from anything else" he went on "I don't want some drunken reveller to
see the lights on and expect me to open up for a packet of crisps or
something."

   Jaz had rarely been up to the flat above the shop but followed Ted
through the door marked "PRIVATE" up behind his cubicle and up the narrow
staircase.  At the top was another door, locked, which Ted opened before
ushering her in ahead of him.

   The door opened into a fairly small hall area from which led several
doors.  Pushing her forwards through one of the doors Ted showed her into a
spacious lounge area.  One end had a table and chairs with bookshelves
lining the walls and the other had comfortable leather chairs and a couple
of sofas scattered around an old fireplace in which sat a broad black
woodburner.

   "Take a seat girl, take a seat" said Ted as he moved purposefully
towards the stove.  He tossed a couple of logs in and closed the door
firmly.  "Do you want to ring home just to make sure that your parents
aren't already there and waiting for you?" he suggested.

   Jaz agreed that would be a good idea and duly rang, left a message on
the machine to say where she was and gave Ted's number so that they could
call back if she still wasn't home before they were.

   "Hungry?  Thirsty?" queried Ted.

   Getting a nod he retreated through the door they had come in through and
returned a few moments later with a plate of cold meats, some nice crusty
bread a bottle of wine and a bottle of diet coke.  He paced them on the rug
in front of the stove and dug into a nearby cupboard for some glasses.

   "Wine or coke?" he asked.

   "I'm allowed a little wine every now and then.  I'll try that please."
She replied

   Ted poured her a generous glass of the deep red liquid and a similar
glass for himself.

   He slipped into one of the leather chairs and held his glass up in
salute.

   "To youth, vitality and happiness Jaz" he proposed.

   She returned the salute and drank deeply of her wine.  "No TV Ted?" she
queried looking around.

   "what.  Oh yes, but I don't keep it on display.  It's in my bedroom. 
Wanna see?" he questioned with an exaggerated wink.

   "Yeah go on then" she giggled.

   Ted led her back through the hall area and trough another door into a
large room.  Obviously his bed was there but the room was also big enough
for a seating area around a modern wide screen tv.

   "I often retreat in here and watch something in bed, or, if it's too
early for bed, I crash on the sofa instead."

   "Most people have the tv in the living room" said Jaz

   "um yes" he replied thoughtfully "but I much prefer conversation to tv
when I have guests and besides" he hesitated "much of what I watch is
better suited to the bedroom."

   "TED!" she exclaimed "You really are a despicable old perv!  Show me."
She insisted.

   Ted grabbed the remote and hit a button.  The he grabbed a second remote
and punched another button as the screen flashed into life.

   "This" he explained "has been my nightly watching for several days now"

   Jaz had never seen herself on such a grand scale.  The widescreen tv
allowed her to see the expression on her face as Will buried his head in
her crotch.  She watched, occasionally sipping her wine, as the boy licked,
sucked and slurped her to orgasm and then watched as the view moved
seamlessly to show her on her knees wishing her boyfriend a happy birthday.
As that scene ended with her throat clearly showing the several swallows
that she gulped at the end the scene returned to the original and the teen
witnessed another view of her getting well and truly eaten out.

   "Ted" she asked quietly "how long does this go on for?"

   He chuckled.  "I have it on a loop.  It stops when I get tired or
interrupted."

   "Jeez" she hissed as the tingling from below got the better of her and
her free hand absently slipped between her thighs.  She sipped her wine
some more.

   Noticing her predicament Ted spoke quietly to the girl.  "If it's making
you...um....uncomfortable.....I can turn it off."

   "No, no, it's fine" she replied, her eyes never leaving the screen.

   "Well then" he went on "you might have more benefit without the skirt
on."

   With that he moved towards her, took the wine glass form her hand and
placed it on a small table and then encouraged her to stand.

   She was as if entranced.  Fully aware of what was going on but choosing
to ignore everything apart from the sizeable images on screen.

   Ted found, fumbled with and finally undid her skirt.  He lowered it
gently to the carpeted floor and Jaz stepped out of it.  Her thong was also
quickly displaced and her hand began a gentle exploring of her pubic area.

   Ted stepped back to admire the view, decided that it was less than
perfect and moved back in to divest the girl of her shirt and bra.  Jaz had
to help a little with the shirt to prevent her view of the magic screen
being interrupted for any longer than necessary.  Ted encouraged her to sit
and then stole her shoes and socks from her feet to leave the pretty teen
entirely naked.  As she watched the recurring scene on the tv he slipped
between her legs and, removing her hand from the area, used his tongue to
stimulate the girl.

   As Ted probed between her lips with his tongue the girl finally allowed
her eyes to leave the screen.  Resting back against the leather she allowed
her eyes to close whilst she savoured the feelings that Ted was building
within her.  Her orgasm, when it came, was long and loud.

   "Shout out my pretty one" said Ted "Nobody can here you in here."

   His tongued wiggled between her lips again and her groan became
constant.

   He dragged forth a further orgasm before pulling himself up off his
knees and slumping into a chair alongside Jaz's.

   He drank in the sight of the naked teen, legs parted, pussy lips swollen
and exposed.  He noticed her stomach heaving, her mouth moving slightly as
the normality slipped slowly back to her.

   He was watching till as her eyes opened slightly, moved from the screen
to him and she mouthed an inaudible "thank you."

   He gave a mock bow as he sat there and, using the remotes, flicked the
picture on the tv to another where Jaz was being stripped naked in the
store room.  She didn't even know about this one and she watched in
fascination as Will almost ripped her clothes off her.  She remembered the
occasion.  As she watched her thong fly across the room and his hands moved
to his own trousers she had wondered how she might control the beast
within. The sound of buttons being pressed on the security lock had
controlled him for her.  He had zipped up and moved to intercept the
intruder whilst she had slipped her skirt and shirt back into place and
then gathered up and hidden the bra and thong.

   The scene started over again and she glanced at Ted.

   "Another of my favourites" he explained.

   A look of realisation flickered across her face.

   "You were watching.  You knew.  You knew I was in trouble." She
announced

   He smiled back gently.  "Let's just say that I was concerned about the
ability of the young lion to act like a gentleman on that occasion." Jaz
slipped her naked form off of her chair and slithered over to the older
man. Pulling herself up between his legs she smiled up at him.

   "Thank you" she whispered.  Even as she spoke she reached for and found
his zipper.  Dragging it slowly down she reached in an claimed her prize.
Extracting the semi erect penis from his boxers and through his open fly
she looked up at him once more before slipping the monster between her lips
and deep into her mouth.

   Now it was Ted's turn to close his eyes and lean back.  He took great
care not to grab her head as she manipulated his erection with the lips and
tongue.  Occasionally he winced as her teeth grazed a part of his sensitive
flesh but she was quick to reposition herself.  There was a brief pause
when the telephone rang but Jaz resumed her bobbing actions as Ted reached
for the receiver at his side.

   "Mrs Bennet.......yes Jaz is here, as you were out I invited her to stay
for a bite to eat.  No, she's never any trouble, honestly."

   Jaz was amazed that he could sound so calm and even under the
circumstances and she redoubled her efforts and was rewarded by a scowl
from Ted.

   "No, No Mrs Bennet.  Don't.......ur....don't trouble yourself.  She's
just finishing desert.  I'll pop her in the car and bring her home myself
as soon as she has had her fill."

   He looked directly at Jaz as he said it and her eyes went wide.

   Ted hung up.

   "your mother says" he explained "that you shouldn't be making a nuisance
of yourself down here."

   Jaz managed a crooked grin around his erection and then went back to
desert.

   He hadn't joked about her getting her fill.  When he came he came big
time.  There was just so much more of the stuff than with Will.  Try as she
might she couldn't manage it all and a stream of stickiness tricked down
her chin and between her breasts.

   "That my dear Jaz" said Ted "Was a wonderful gift.  And" he said as the
naked cum covered teen stood up in front of him "that sight is another
wonderment.  There is a bathroom through the far door, probably best to
clean up a bit before your parents see you."

   Jaz was in the bathroom scant minutes.  She took much longer "finding"
her clothes and dressing, much to Ted's obvious delight.

   Once done, true as his word, he bundled her into his car and took her
home.
   End of Part 2.