This choice: Something Else, If You Don't Mind. • Go Back... The character of Norman is courtesy of Tobyredone from his multi-part bodyhopping story 'The Boy From Next Door'.
Yawning to himself, Nathan glanced at his watch and wished for his shift to go a lot faster than it was doing. Not that he hated working at Kwik Save, it was certainly no worse than working at Wilko. But he did have a lazy streak that tended to kick in now and then. Fortunately nobody had really picked up on it, especially when Liam was around to soak up everyone's negative vibes. And right now he was feeling particularly nonchalant as he stood there idly fiddling with his safety knife.
"You going to do something or let me do all the work?" Phoebe scowled at him from a few feet away.
"Oh, sorry Phoebs." Nathan replied, calling Phoebe by her nickname. He trudged back over to his cage full of stock and started opening some boxes up with his knife.
That was when Nathan heard the click clacking of high heels on the floor behind him, growing louder by the second. He turned, expecting to see either of his managers standing there, or maybe Jessica or Courtney or any of the Glamour Boutique girls, but instead he saw a ravishing redheaded woman who looked to be in her late thirties and was wearing a low-cut red sequined cocktail dress and a pair of strappy sandals with 5-inch stiletto heels that showed off her recently pedicured toes. She had her hair up in an elegant bun with several strands framing her beautiful face, her DD cleavage was nicely on display thanks to her skimpy dress and her long legs extended out from said dress. "Hey cutie!" The woman greeted Nathan with a flirty wave as Phoebe looked the woman up and down from behind and frowned. "Can you help me please?" she then inquired, in her posh, southern English accent.
"Huh..." Nathan could only stand slack-jawed, staring at the attractive older woman in front of him. His cock went from flaccid to fully erect in about five seconds, tenting his pants.
"Ooh, nice to see you too big boy." The woman giggled as her gorgeous eyes glanced down to his crotch. The woman's laugh sounded excessively 'girly' in Nathan's opinion. "Could you be an absolute dear and show me where your lube is please." she then addressed Nathan, who still couldn't find any words.
"Er... I can show you ma'am if you..." Phoebe tried interjecting, only for the woman to shoo her away.
"Oh, no thank you miss, this strapping young gentleman can show me." she said in a dismissive tone, flicking her wrist while not even looking at Phoebe, who just scowled at the woman from behind. "Can't you honey?" she then winked, slipping her arm through Nathan's and dragging him along down the aisle.
Once they were far enough away from any staff or customers, the woman let go of Nathan and turned to stand in front of him, her well manicured hands on her curvy hips and smiling at him up and down. "I just couldn't keep watching from afar as you wasted your life in this absolute dreary shithole. You needed rescuing soooo badly." she told Nathan.
Nathan blinked, the shock of the woman's stunning appearance having worn off enough, and he started getting confused. "Um... do I know you, ma'am?" he asked.
The woman rolled her eyes and then walked around Nathan, giving his ass a squeeze and giggling. "No, but hopefully you'll know me soon enough snookums." she said, before leaning to whisper in his ear. "I know how much you get off fantastizing about sexy MILF bitches like me, you dirty little boy you." she snickered.
"I don't... er.... "Nathan mumbled, turning red.
The woman just kept giggling in a manner than Nathan would have considered 'gay' if it wasn't coming from such a stunning woman. No... he actually still considered it gay. It was a laugh that he'd never heard come from a woman before, not even from girls like Jessica. "The lube is this way." he muttered, pointing towards the toiletries aisle, only for the woman to slap his hand down gently.
"Silly boy! I'm not here for lube, I have buckets of it on standby. I'm here to save you from this place. From this boring, shitty little life you've trapped yourself in." she informed Nathan, as she clicked around in her skyscraper heels.
"That's a... nice dress you have on, and nice shoes. Are you going anywhere special?" Nathan just had to ask.
The woman put her hands on her hips again, this time in mock irritation. "What? A girl can't dress up nice whenever she wants without going out to a piss-up or a restaurant?" she raised an eyebrow at Nathan.
"No, I didn't mean to... " Nathan stepped back, horrified that he'd offended her.
But then the woman burst out into that 'gay' laugh again, this time snorting a little too, holding a hand to her heaving bosom as they jiggled on her chest. "Oh Peanut, I'm messing with you. Calm your pants!" she said, tapping him on his nose. She then glanced down to the tent in Nathan's trousers, before glancing cheekily left and right to check for onlookers. "I can help you relieve that if you want Peanut?" she offered, suddenly cupping Nathan's fabric-covered package with her right hand.
A gasp and a slight moan escaped Nathan's lips, then the woman let go of his junk. "Ooh, such a stiffy. My MILF pussy is already dripping in anticipation." she grinned. These words caused Nathan's jaw to drop open again in shock. He didn't know why this hot woman was hitting on him, but he was liking it.
"Er..." Nathan tried to speak again, but the words were lost en-route from his brain to his mouth.
The woman just kept smiling, then extended her hand for Nathan to shake. "Oops, where are my manners. I'm Norman!" she said to Nathan, who did a double take, his mouth clamping back shut again in the process.
"Uh... Norman?" Nathan frowned, scratching his head with his other hand as he shook the woman's hand.
"Oh if only I had a pound or a dollar for every time I've seen that expression." The woman giggled again, retracting her hand. "You ever heard of bodyhoppers?" she then asked, in a more quiet tone, not wanting to be heard. She licked her lips provocatively as she stared into Nathan's eyes.
Nathan shook his head. "No, why? Sounds weird." he answered.
"More weirder than a sexy MILF bitch you don't know strutting in here dressed for a swanky party and feeling up your sausage?" "Norman" grinned wickedly, as she sensed her perfume having an effect on Nathan. When Nathan didn't answer and just scratched his head again, the woman looked around once more, before glancing back at Nathan and leaning in closer. "You're about to go on a whole new and exciting adventure Peanut." she then said, in a different voice. Not excessively deep but definitely a man's voice, a nasally, effeminate man's voice that certainly matched the woman's laugh better. "And I'm here to help awaken your Hopper powers. Think of me as a mum if you like, that'll be some kinky shit." she winked, grabbing another handful of Nathan's junk.
Letting out another gasp of pleasure as he felt the woman's hand on his tackle, Nathan was lost for words once more. He didn't know what was happening, but his mind certainly wasn't focused on work anymore. Why had this woman's voice suddenly changed? Why was she all over him? The questions bombarded his mind, but he had no answers. "Come on Peanut, time for me to fill in the blanks." The woman smirked, speaking in a female voice again while taking Nathan by his hand and leading him towards the store's entrance so they could speak outside.
"Please stop calling me Peanut." Nathan sighed as he was pulled along. "And it's not my break yet ma'am, I'll get into trouble." he told the woman.
"I told you my name is Norman, but you can call me Beverly if you like, it's my mount's name. And don't worry. I can get you out of any trouble if I have to, trust me." The woman looked back, strutting confidently in her slutty stiletto heeled sandals as they walked outside.
"Your... mount?" Nathan frowned, looking more puzzled than ever.
The woman just rolled her eyes again. "Oooh boy, I've got my work cut out with you Peanut." she giggled.
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