Steph's supervisor, a middle aged man with a face like a dry lemon, came out and glowered at her.
"Steph take time off her job whenever she wants and nobody minds." The tension in the air eased as the supervisor's face softened.
"Okay, take it easy, Steph. See you tomorrow." Steph had already stood up and began power walking towards the door, her seat-filling ass swaying hypnotically.
"Eh, maybe don't wait up. I'll be back on Friday for my paycheck."
Tom hustled after Steph, his eyes locked rapt on her buttocks for the entire walk back home. He slipped in after her as she walked into her apartment, muffling his footsteps with a well-placed command. Steph settled into an easy chair that was clearly custom-built for her and kicked her feet up onto an ottoman.
"Well, looks like I've got another few hours free until lunchtime," she said, laughing quietly to herself. She reached into her purse and pulled out her phone. "But now what am I gonna do with myself until then?"
Tom had a couple ideas of how to pass the time. He decided...
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