natalie portman

I’d never had much luck in the art of picking up women. That’s not to say that it never happened, it was just infrequent at best. I would never call myself an Adonis, but I was attractive enough. I just lacked the confidence. Thus I’d developed a pretty active fantasy life to make up for it. Fortunately, God had seen fit to gift me with an extremely vivid imagination. I could close my eyes and get completely lost in another world, another life or, simply a sexual encounter. Up until now it was a gift that had served me well. Now it was starting to scare me. Okay, I’ll be honest, it was scaring the hell out of me.

There were always stories about people who couldn’t discern the difference between fantasy and reality and every time I heard them, I found myself wondering how they could let themselves drift so far. I’d never had any mental issues, no psychotic episodes in my sordid past, but I was starting to understand what it must feel like to completely lose your grip. It was freaking me out, but I was doing my best to keep calm. I knew that in actuality, I was lying on my couch, alone, probably with a few globs of cum on my stomach. I’d never lost myself like this, and I wasn’t about to start now.

I tried not to think about the fact that, although my sexual imaginings had always been rather vivid, they’d never felt like this. I’d swear on a bible, in a court of law that I’d actually felt Natalie’s warm lips caressing my hard-on. I had felt the moisture, and stimulating caress of her tongue. It was difficult to wrap my mind around the situation. Maybe I was going crazy. Out of desperation I pinched my arm. All I got for my trouble was a brief moment of pain.

“I see you’re still here.” I glanced down. Natalie Portman was still kneeling between my legs, my spunk drying on her face and in her dark tousled hair. The white shine of my baby batter was a rather sharp contrast to the dark blue of her eye shadow. She was wearing a curious smile.

Again my attention was drawn down between her legs. There should have been a pussy down there; hot, wet, and ready for penetration, but instead she’d been gifted with the tool that would do the penetrating. The starlet had a fist wrapped around it and was stroking her erection almost absent mindedly. I was sure that from the base of her well-kept bush to the tip of her purple mushroom head, she had to be at least eight inches, maybe a little more. It was all more than a little off putting. Even in the dark it stood out.

“Not for lack of trying,” I whispered with a sigh. There had to be a way out of this.

“This feels great,” she smirked, glancing down at her cock. Her rhythm was slow and steady. “Oh,” she whispered. “Mm.”

I stood up. “I’m so happy for you,” I sneered. I walked away, toward the light switch. Maybe I could shock myself into waking up. I flipped the switch and had to squint for a moment as my eyes adjusted to the light. When I turned, Natalie was still there. She was standing now, even in two inch heels the actress was still several inches shorter than me. Her top was still up around her collarbone, leaving her small breasts and pert, bright nipples visible. She had a faraway look in her almond eyes as she continued to jerk her new appendage.

She sighed, and released her grip. Her dick fell forward resting against her left leg. It didn’t look like it belonged there, laying against the purple fishnets. “You don’t have to be such a dick about it.” She slowly walked over, and I tried not to watch as her member swayed gently from side to side, showing no signs of softening. Against her petite frame, it looked even bigger than it probably was.

A moment later, she was standing in front of me. I had to admit that if I didn’t look down, I could almost feel the mood returning.


“You really can’t end this, can you?” She tilted her head quizzically. “You’re stuck here.”

I rolled my eyes. I really wasn’t in the mood to have a philosophical question with a self-admitted figment of my imagination. She gently stroked my cheek with the back of her fingertips. They were warm and soft, and once again I swear I felt them as though they were real. Afraid and unsure, I reached out and took her hand in my own. It had substance and warmth.

“No,” I admitted. “I can’t seem to wake up.”

She took me by the hand and led me back to the couch. I wasn’t sure where it came from, but before long, she was smoking another cigarette and offered me one. I nodded. She lit it and handed it over. Sucking on the filter, I felt the arid smoke fill my lungs and relax me a little. It was a fantasy, so I simply flicked the ashes on the floor when I needed to.

“Has this ever happened before?” she asked, leaning in. Somehow she’d managed to situate herself so that she was sitting facing me, one leg on the ground in front of the couch, and the other wrapped inward, covering her erection. If she’d done it to make me more comfortable, I definitely appreciated it. To be honest, I wasn’t sure what had kept me from just totally losing it and freaking out already.

“No,” I finally answered, taking another drag. “Never.” I knew full well that the real Natalie Portman had gone to Harvard to study psychology, and the irony of the situation wasn’t lost on me.

“Maybe you haven’t cum yet,” she offered, trying to be helpful. “Maybe that’s why you’re still here.” She cocked both eyebrows.

“I don’t think that’s it,” I told her. “Something’s really wrong here.”

“Well,” she said slowly, as though she were testing the water. “Maybe,” she paused long enough to lift her left leg and rest the heel on my shoulder, bringing her new endowment back into full view, “there’s a reason you’re still here.” She used her chin to gesture down toward the stranger between her legs. “Maybe your subconscious is trying to tell you something.” Natalie stopped, allowing the awkward silence to hang in the air for a moment.

“I don’t think so,” I said, shaking my head. “I think if I were a homo, I’d have figured it out a long time ago. I like pussy,” I finished.

Her gaze drifted from my eyes, locked on the couch. “You know,” she said, rubbing my shoulder with her heel, “Gay and straight aren’t the only two available options here.” When I didn’t answer, she continued. “Maybe you’re bi. You know, sometimes you feel like a nut, sometimes you don’t.” She wrinkled her nose and smiled at her own joke.

I was less amused. Seeing her in the light, her sizable prick on display, it was even more unnerving. “Look,” she finally said firmly. She took my chin in her hand and pulled me in for a soft slow kiss. We remained together for a time before she pulled away, taking my breath with her. “You like me,” she whispered, “right?”

“You’re just a slutty version of an actress I wanna fuck. I’ll never actually have her, so my mind created you instead,” I said slowly, still trying to catch my breath and longing, despite myself, to kiss her again.

A smile of triumph crossed those lips I desired so. “Exactly,” she said, “Your mind created me and last time I checked, you’re pretty much in control here.” Natalie leaned in closer. “Now I’m sitting here with a massive boner, and I’m pretty sure that’s not my doing.” Her voice was soft, her breath warm against my cheek, and her point was indisputable.

“I don’t know,” I said, with little conviction. I found that, despite my nervousness, the desire to fight this was quickly leaving. When I looked down, I realized I was playing with her breast. I pulled my hand away.

“Don’t over think it then,” she said, her left hand sliding down to rub my flaccid member. “Just start slowly. Touch it.”

I hesitated. Her attention was slowly making me hard again. Looking down at her crotch, I could see the ridges and the veins on her member. I had to remind myself that this was supposed to be Natalie Portman. In every aspect, she resembled the actress and star of so many of my fantasies. There was just one difference. One really big difference.

Cautiously, as she leaned in and began to nibble gently on my neck, I reached down. It took a moment or two to work up the courage, but finally I slid my fingertips against the warm hard flesh. I pulled back quickly when it flinched at my touch, and Natalie chuckled. Pulling her lips and teeth away from my neck, she looked me in the eye.

“It’s okay,” she whispered. “It won’t bite.” She smiled. “I might though.”

Building my resolve, I touched it again. This time I didn’t tear my hand away when it moved. I brushed my fingertips up and down the rough flesh of her tool. A small gasp escaped her lips every time her dick moved. I did this for what seemed like several minutes, watching and feeling it respond to me.

She was biting her lower lip now, that needy look in her eyes again. “Is that so bad?” she asked quietly, running her fingers slowly up the side of my face.

I just shook my head. It really hadn’t been so bad, and I was starting to wonder what I’d been so afraid of. “Hold it,” she whispered. Now both of her legs were up on the couch. The one was still resting over my shoulder. Her other leg was bent at the knee, her foot resting between my legs. She was rubbing her stiletto slowly up and down my hardening shaft.

Taking a deep breath, I wrapped my hand around her dick. It felt firm, warm, and a little sweaty. It began to squirm. I let the confusion I was feeling slide away. It’s not like I was doing anything to her that I hadn’t done to myself a hundred times. She smiled. “That feels great,” she whispered. “I see why guys tend to think with their dicks.”

“It only gets better,” I said, before I’d thought about it. Though I hadn’t meant it the way she took it, her eyebrows lifted and I could see the arousal in her eyes.

“Stroke it,” Natalie whispered. “Stroke my dick for me.”

I’d already gone this far. Besides, this was a fantasy right? At worst I was just giving myself the mental equivalent of a hand job. Where was the harm?

I started to jerk Natalie’s cock. She arched her back, and tilted her head back. “Yeah,” she said softly. “Mm, just like that.” I kept my pace, sliding my hand slowly all the way down to the base, and back up to the purple tip, tightening my grip every so often. Her penis felt as real in my hand as mine did when I masturbated. It was more than a little unnerving. “Play with my balls,” she moaned.

Her sack hung down below, resting on the couch cushion. How far was I willing to go here, I wondered, staring down at the wrinkled scrotum. They weren’t huge, but they were certainly a good match for her dong. I touched them with my free hand. I squeezed one of her rocks softly, and elicited a moan. I was careful not to squeeze them too hard.

It dawned on me that, for some strange reason, I was sitting on my couch giving Natalie Portman a hand job while I played with her balls. So many things in that sentence were completely fucked up that I didn’t even bother keeping count.

I quickened my pace, and her breathing sped up to match. I stopped when I reached the peak, and pressed my thumb down against head while I jerked the top couple of inches.

“That’s great,” she gasped. “Stroke that dick!”

Surprisingly I was kind of getting into it. I felt a little thrill every time her dick shifted in my hand, or every time she bucked her hips to meet me.

“You’re good,” she said between breath, tilting her head up so that she could look at me. I felt the warm dab of pre cum on my thumb, but I kept on going.

I started jacking her faster and faster, and her breaths became more and more ragged, her body starting to shake. I wasn’t sure how I’d gone from unwilling and vehemently against this to actively enjoying it, but maybe there was something to what she had said. Maybe I was bisexual. It was certainly something to think about. My hand was moving up and down at a feverish pace now, but she didn’t seem ready to explode just yet. My other hand was cupping her testicles, massaging them.

“You like that?” I asked her, grinning.

“Mm hmm,” and a gentle nod of her head was the only response she could manage. I noticed I was completely hard now. I used the hand that had been groping her family jewels, and took hold of myself. I started masturbating furiously as I continued Natalie on her own journey toward orgasm.

I didn’t know how far along she was, but I knew I wouldn’t be long.

“Almost…” she took a deep breath, “Almost… there…” I started pumping her as quickly as I could. “Faster!” she commanded and I obeyed. I watched as her body began to convulse. Her hips were bucking furiously now matching my speed and motion. “Gonna… Gonna cum,” she whispered, but it was almost lost in the sound of her gasps and ragged breaths.

When she finally erupted, it was like watching a fountain. A stream of warm sticky jizz shot into the air at least four or five inches and landed on my hand and wrist. For a moment she held her breath and cried out. I kept on stroking her dick until it stopped spurting. I don’t know if it was just timing or the way her seed felt on my hand, but I came almost immediately after. I felt a rush as I exploded. Both of my hands were covered in cum now.

When I looked back up, she was sitting up a little and smiling seductively at me. “That was amazing,” she said. Natalie immediately shifted onto her knees and leaned in to kiss me feverishly on the lips. She took my hands in her own, rubbing her palms against the cream we’d produced. When Natalie’s lips left mine, she was grinning.

“So,” she asked. “How does it feel to have just finished your first hand job?” she wiggled her eyebrows playfully and, before I could answer, she started cleaning my hands, taking each finger between those beautiful lips and licking them clean.

“Honestly,” I said, coming down from the high, “I’m not sure.” I could feel waves of electricity as she gently sucked on each finger.

A few moments later, she finished and there wasn’t a trace of cum left. She must have swallowed it all. She came up so we were face to face again. “That’s fair,” she said, gently brushing a strand of hair away from my eyes. “You did a damn good job,” she added, “for what it’s worth.”

I leaned in and kissed her again, slowly and gently. When I pulled my lips back, I glanced down between her legs. The dick was still there, but it was soft and spent now. She pushed me down onto my back, and crept down between my body and the back of the couch. Natalie was on her side, her bare breasts pressed against my side, her fingers lazily tracing circles around my nipple. I could feel little Natalie rubbing against my thigh, but it didn’t bother me as much anymore.

“Thank you,” I finally whispered. She smiled and nuzzled my cheek.

I closed my eyes for a moment, and when I opened them she was gone. I was lying alone on my couch, hand resting on my exposed crotch and covered in my seed. Taking a deep breath, I reached over for some Kleenex to clean myself up. I wasn’t sure what had just happened, or the why or how of it, but part of me was glad it had.

Of course, had I known what I know now; if I’d known what was still to come, I would have been scared shitless. Fortunately for me at the time, I didn’t, so I was able to simply enjoy the moment. I tried not to think too much about it as I showered and got ready for bed. It was almost noon and I’d have to be up by eight thirty tonight to get ready for work.

First of all, I’d like to thank everybody for the feedback and ratings that I’ve received. It’s appreciated. As always I’m open to any feedback, positive or constructive, that you might have. I’ve had several people asking me to include more female celebrities with dicks. Apparently I’ve locked onto a niche here. To those who fall into that camp, I’ll tell you to start paying attention around chapter 6.

Chapters 4 and 5 were originally going to be one chapter, but it started to get longer than I’d initially thought, so I’ve decided to break it up into two chapters. Once again, I want to thank the people who’ve been reading and enjoying my work. Without further ado:


As soon as I stepped inside the store, ignoring the customers I might have accidently shoved aside, I made a bee line for the nearest bathroom. Thankfully, there was nobody inside so I had a moment to collect myself and try to arrange my scattered thoughts. Whatever was happening in the deepest recesses of my mind, I needed it to stop. Never mind that they’d been the most intense, most pleasurable fantasy experiences I’d ever had; they were starting to scare me. Aside from being fundamentally different from any fantasy I’d ever had, there was something almost sinister about the version of Natalie Portman that I’d apparently conjured up.

It was the glint in her almost supernaturally dark eyes when she’d ordered me to taste her cum. There was something there, beyond any masochistic sexual scenario I might have ever imagined. It was almost as though she had a mind of her own, a separate presence. I knew it was crazy, but I couldn’t shake the feeling that I might not be alone in my own mind. It was almost more terrifying to think that I might be alone, that maybe my mind had fractured. I’d been severely depressed throughout most of my teen years and early twenties, and I still had minor relapses every once in a while. What if this was all the result of some deep seeded psychological damage?

Taking a deep breath, I looked up at myself in the mirror. I was both relieved and surprised to see that I looked relatively normal. Physically, there didn’t seem to be anything different, but I found that I couldn’t look too deeply into my own hazel eyes without turning away. I wasn’t sure why, but I was afraid to see into myself. Shaking my head, I pulled a strip of paper towels from the dispenser and wetted them down. Squirting some soap on it, I retreated to the privacy of the handicap stall. Once the door was securely shut, I pulled my pants down and started wiping the cum from my dick and the pubic hair. I did the best I could to get it out of my pants and my boxers, but I think I ended up just rubbing it in.

“Out of sight out of mind,” I told myself as I finished up. I tore the paper towel up a couple times and dropped it into the toilet bowl. Stepping back it flushed automatically, taking the soiled paper towel with it. Feeling a little better, knowing that I’d be running a few minutes late now, I finished up and headed toward the backroom.

“This is gonna be a long night,” I told myself.


A few hours later, I was about two thirds of the way through with stocking the pet department. Aisle after aisle of dog food, cat food, cat litter, and just about anything else you might need to help make sure those cute little almost-members of the family were well cared for. I’d never been really big on them myself, pets I mean. We had a dog at home, and a couple of other little assorted critters, but none of them were mine per se. They had their benefits, or so pet owners said, but to me they simply amounted to extra work and responsibility. My apathy toward little furry friends aside, I actually kind of enjoyed working the department.

The product was easy to stock, and I knew every aisle by heart. Quite the exciting life I was living, I know. If nothing else, the work was pretty mundane, which allowed my mind to wander where it might, and I loved working overnights. I’d always been a night owl. I’d tried the other shifts and given them a chance, but I always came back to the nights. The night was my time. As I was setting some Friskies canned food on the shelf, doing my best not to think about Natalie, I was startled by footsteps behind me.

“Everything going all right over here?”

I turned to see our overnight manager, Haley Smith standing behind me. She was a cutie. A few years younger than my thirty, and several inches shorter than my six feet, I’d fantasized a lot about her in the year or so that she’d been running our shift. Her well-proportioned body had a healthy weight to it as well. Haley certainly wasn’t fat, but she hadn’t fallen in for the anorexic model look either, something that turned me on toward her a little more. A lot of people were into women who looked like Kate Moss or Lindsay Lohan at her worst, but to me women like that just looked a little ill. I wasn’t a chubby chaser, but I liked a girl who had a little meat on her bones.

When she smiled, like she was doing now, her face had a mousy look about it that I thought was really cute. I glanced over the shiny dark auburn hair that stopped just past her shoulders and appreciated the dark red highlights. They were new and they looked great. Tonight she was wearing a royal blue blouse, buttoned all the way up, that subtly clung to her upper body without obviously showing off her chest. Her black slacks did the same, showing her curves without riding them too close. It made her look attractive and desirable without looking like a slut. Haley had an excellent sense of humor, probably one of the reasons she and I got along so well, and there was always a glimmer of that in her cobalt eyes.

“I’m doing alright,” told her, wiping the sweat from my forehead. I hated the summer months here the most. The store closed for the night, so the powers that be had long ago decided that mere employees weren’t important enough to run the air conditioning all night for. “Should be done with Pets by lunch, give or take.”

She nodded. “Hopefully take,” she said. “If you finish up over here, I’m gonna have you move over to household chemicals and help Mark finish up.”

I nodded. “Shouldn’t be a problem.” I hoped she couldn’t tell I was cautiously checking her out. If she noticed, she didn’t say anything.

“Good. Let me know when you’re done then.”

I nodded. As she turned to walk away, I couldn’t help but watch. Her full, round ass looked really good in those pants, and her hips had a very gentle natural sway to them as she walked. I could’ve watched her walk for hours on end.

“Nice.” I rolled my eyes, recognizing that voice immediately.

I slowly turned around, feeling a sense of defeat. I wasn’t surprised to see Natalie standing there, leaning against the opposite side of the aisle.

“She’s a hottie,” the actress opined. “Nice little ass on her too.” She tilted her head and a devilish glint crept into her dark eyes. Cocking an eyebrow and smiling seductively, she asked, “So, you hitting that?”

“Go away,” I said as impolitely as I could manage.

It seemed like Natalie looked different every time I saw her, almost like she was trying on different styles to see what suited her. This time her dark hair was short again, but she was sporting the same red highlights Haley had just added. Attempting to match the dress code to the best of her ability, Natalie had settled on a low-cut V-neck blouse, in the same royal blue as Haley’s. Natalie’s was sheer though, and made the black lacy bra she wore underneath nearly visible. There was also the fact that, despite the lesser stature of her chest, Natalie was managing to show off a nice amount of cleavage. Where my manager was wearing black slacks that were very professional, Natalie’s low cut pants were tight black leather that clung to every inch of her lower body, ending in a pair of black heels. The gold-chain belt around her waist was a nice touch too.

I didn’t see any signs of a bulge in that tight leather jungle, but that didn’t mean it wasn’t there somewhere just waiting to pounce.

As she started walking toward me, swinging her hips enticingly, I could almost hear her pants chaffing. The only thing off setting it was the click clack of her heels against the white tile floors. Beneath her left arm, she was carrying a notebook.

“Why the hell are you here?” I asked, keeping my voice down.

She snickered, “Aside from the intense satisfaction I get from watching you squirm?”

I nodded. “Yeah, aside from that.”

“Just checking in,” she said, glancing around the aisle. She picked up a can of cat food and held it in her hand, making the dark red nail polish she was wearing visible. “So, this is what you do for a living huh?” As usual, Natalie didn’t wait for me to answer. “No wonder you don’t get laid. Yuck.”

“It pays the bills,” I told her as I attempted to go back to work.

“Yeah, but is it worth it?” she asked, clearly mocking me. “No matter,” she said, shaking her head as though she were trying to clear an unpleasant thought.

“You need to go,” I told her. “I really don’t have time for this.”

“Time for what?” she asked demurely, stepping right up to me. Her hand caressed my cheek. “You mean the routine where I show up looking sexy as all hell; you get mad, stomp your feet and throw a tantrum like a whiny little five year old, and then,” she leaned in closely, whispering in my ear, “we fuck each other’s brains out.” She stepped back, “is that what you don’t have time for?”

I could feel the hairs rising on the back of my neck and, despite myself, I knew I still wanted her. I knew she was ruining me, and I probably wasn’t going to do a damn thing about it. It was just a fantasy anyway, right?

“Oh yeah,” she said sarcastically, “You really want me to leave.” She tilted her head downward, no doubt alluding to the growing bulge in my jeans.

Apparently there was a part of me still willing to fight off her advances, because it rallied my defenses. “Look,” I told her, “I don’t know why you’re here, or what’s in that fucked up mind of mine that might have led to you, but you need to go.”

Natalie took out the notebook and produced a pen. She opened it to the first sheet and started writing, “Doesn’t pay attention,” she wrote. She looked up at me, her face the image of professionalism now. “That’s gonna come back and bit you in the ass on your review.” The actress shook her head as she chided me.

“What the hell are you talking about?”

“Bad attitude too,” she said, making more notes. “That’s a really nice,” she glanced down at my crotch and cocked an eyebrow, “Package,” she said provocatively, “you’ve got going there.” A thin smile crept up as she said it. “Look, like it or not, I’m here to stay. I’m not going anywhere any time soon.” She closed the notebook up and placed it under her arm again. She slid her hand down and started rubbing my dick.

“Now, you can cooperate with me, and I can make things oh so nice for you or,” Before I could do anything, she grabbed me and held my balls like a vice grip. I grimaced and did what I could to keep from crying out. I could feel a tear running down my cheek. “I can make your fucking life a living hell.” She released her death grip on my equipment and it was all I could do to stay standing up.

Once again, she was cheery, happy-go-lucky Natalie. “It’s your choice.” She turned and started walking away, and despite everything that had just happened, and despite my deep set worries, I couldn’t help but watch the show her ass was putting on.

“If I were you though,” she added as she turned the corner, “I’d cooperate!” With that, she was gone. All I had to remember her by were my hurt pride and my aching nuts.


Lunch was over and it was time to go back in. This was always my least favorite part of the night; 3:00 AM.

Over the years, I’d developed a routine for my lunch breaks. I’d clock out, stop at the register and by something to drink, and sometimes something to snack on if I was hungry. Then I’d go out to my car, watch TV on my phone via Netflix, and smoke. It was a routine that I had come to enjoy and cherish. Currently I was watching Weeds and although I had never really been into the whole drug culture, never having partaken myself, I still thought it was a witty and well written show. When the episode was over, I would dink around on the internet for the remainder of my break.

Yawning and stretching, I climbed out of my car and into the sweltering night air. Finishing my cigarette on the way back to the building, I dropped it in the parking lot and headed in. To my surprise, Haley was waiting for me when I stepped inside.

“Hey,” I said. She had an emotionless expression on her face that was difficult to read.

She made an awkward steeple with her fingertips, “When you clock in, can you come see me in the office please.” It wasn’t a question, and she didn’t seem overly thrilled either. I don’t mind saying I was a little worried.

“Sure,” I said, “Something wrong?”

“We’ll talk about it when you clock in,” she said, turning to walk toward the office.

“That was eerie,” I whispered to myself. After clocking in, I headed back up toward the front of the store. Peering in the window on the office door, I could see her. Haley’s back was turned to me. She was sitting in an office chair doing something on the computer. Steeling my confidence, I rapped lightly on the door.

After a second, she turned and gestured for me to come inside. I did so. “Close the door behind you,” she said, facing her computer again. I complied and sat my ass down on the counter that ran along the right hand side of the office, my eyes drawn toward the tinted window that would allow management to watch what was going on, but make it extremely difficult for anybody to peer inside.

“So, what can I do for you?” I asked.

“Just a second,” she said, holding a hand up, “Just have to finish up schedules.”

“Okay.” I waited in awkward silence, the only sound the clicking of the keyboard as she typed. For some reason it was the most nerve racking sound I’d ever heard.

“Done,” she said finally, turning around to face me. “Have a seat,” she said, gesturing toward the chair. I was the type of person who never sat in a chair normally. Sometimes I’d turn it around, or others I’d sit down on the top of the backrest placing my feet on the seat. This time I decided to play it conservatively and sat down properly in the black, leather office chair.

“So, as I’m sure you’re aware, we take allegations of sexual harassment very seriously here,” she opened. Her face was a veil of calm. Normally I could read Haley like a book. Personality wise, we tended to have a lot in common which went a long way toward explaining why we got along so well. Right now I couldn’t read her at all, and it was freaking me out. Suddenly the long, narrow office seemed extremely claustrophobic.

“I’m not sure what you’re talking about,” I said honestly. I really didn’t have the slightest idea.

“You know we have a management trainee in our store right now trying to learn the ropes?”

I nodded. I wasn’t aware of it but that didn’t make it untrue, and right now didn’t seem the time to admit ignorance. Come to think of it I’d seen a redhead, probably about my age, walking around at night. That might have been her.

“Well, she came to me the other day and said,” Haley turned toward a pile of paperwork on the counter and started shuffling through the sheets until she found what she was looking for. “Here it is. She says that on Tuesday night, when you passed her in the hallway, you grabbed her ass.” Haley put the paper down and looked up at me. “We’ve already talked to several witnesses, who say they saw it happen, and now were talking to you.”

“That’s ridiculous!” I shouted, standing up in one swift motion. “I did no such thing.” I was angry, frustrated, and scared at the same time and, let me tell you, it did not feel good. I could feel goose bumps forming on the bare skin of my arms. Something was going on here. “She’s lying!” I threw my arm up. “You know me Hale.” I couldn’t help but wonder who these witnesses were.

“Be that as it may, I can’t simply ignore this.” She stood up.

“It didn’t happen!” I plopped back into the chair. “There has to be something I can do.” I dropped my face into my hands. I wasn’t crying, but I certainly didn’t need anybody looking at my face right now. “Please, anything,” I added.

“There might be something,” my supervisor said. I looked up to see her leaning on the corner of the counter, where it wrapped around from the right hand wall to the back wall. “I mean you’ve been here for almost ten years, and this is extremely out of character for you. Maybe I can talk to her and get her to drop it.” She paused.

“You’d do that?” I asked, perking up a little.

“I might,” she said softly, “but I’d be putting my own career at risk. These claims are serious, and every one of them has to be followed up on and recorded. If it came out that I’d buried one…” her voice trailed off.

“Please,” I begged. I didn’t know what was going on, or where this ludicrous claim had come from, but at least I was starting to see a light at the end of an extremely dark tunnel. “Please, you have to help me.”

“And what would I get out of it?” she asked, standing upright.

“I’m sorry?”

“I mean, I’d be taking a giant risk for you. What would I get in return?” She crossed her arms over her chest.

“Well,” I said. “I guess… I don’t know. What did you have in mind? Money?” I was grasping now. I’d never thought of Haley as the type of person who’d try and take a bribe, but right now her lack of morals didn’t matter much I supposed. If she was willing to help, what choice did I really have.

She smiled slightly and walked right up to me. Leaning over, her hands resting on the arm rests of my chair, Haley said, “I was thinking something a little more,” she paused long enough to lean in and kiss me sensually on the lips. When she pulled away she was smiling and I was trying to catch my breath, “Personal.”

“You’re married,” I whispered, “and you’re my supervisor.”

She almost laughed. “I’m offering to cover something up that could get you fired, and you’re just now questioning my integrity? Maybe you should take a look in the mirror. “Besides, my husband’s a selfish prick.” She leaned back in, her fingers playing through my short hair, “On the rare occasion he does decide to take me for a ride, he never stays on the saddle long enough to finish it.” She smirked. Her voice became a whisper, “I’ve seen you looking at me you know.”

I was horrified and turned on. I’d never heard Haley talk like this before. “So, I’ll make it simple,” she finally said. “I’ll make these sexual harassment allegations disappear if you fuck me.” She paused and appeared to be thinking about something for a moment before she chuckled, “Now there’s irony for you. So, you in?”

I didn’t have a choice. With today’s job market I didn’t want to end up out of work. We already had one out of work family member in our house and didn’t need a second. “Fine,” I told her, “I’m in.” Besides, it wasn’t like I didn’t want to fuck her.

“I thought you’d see it my way,” she said, helping me to my feet. She turned me so my back was facing the right side of the long room and leaned in for another kiss.

“It’s what you want, right?”

I turned my head away from the kiss and Haley’s lips immediately found my neck, her hands traveling up and down my body with reckless abandon. Natalie was standing by the door watching, a sick smile on her face. “I know you’ve wanted to fuck her for a long time.”

Everything made sense now. This was another fantasy. “Damn it Natalie!” I shouted. Haley pulled back and looked around, her eyes finally locking on the petite actress dressed in tramped up parody of her own attire. “You’ve gotta stop doing this!”

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