FRECKLES

Summer, sat quietly in the back of the cafeteria, lazily eating on an apple as her blue eyes stared at her phone, scrolling through the recent post on i********:. Lunch had only been going on for fifteen minutes and Summer was already over the giggling and the chatting from her fellow employees. Job consisted of throwing bags of refried beans into boxes, then passing it along the line of people till seven PM. Summer was the only young woman in the entire building, which made her feel lonely and less talkative. Old men gave her perverted looks every time she walked- Her ass not really helping. Summer didn’t mean for her ass to bounce up and down as she walked but she was a very small girl with a very peach ass. Tossing the apple in the trash bin, Summer slowly got up, wincing at the pain from her back. Lunch was over and the end of the day wasn’t even close to come. She followed silently behind the ladies, keeping her head low, not seeking unwanted attention. Once the door to the front was opened, a whoosh of cold air flushed her face. Her boss made it his mission too keep the building under sixty degrees, not really caring about little Summer. As she got closer to her station, she noticed the ladies, crowded around Mr. Scott... The bossy bastard. Uh, oh. Summer thought. She squeezed passed the ladies and was now face to face with her boss and a strange man beside him. “ I wanted to welcome our new employee, Damon Montgomery.” He patted his back a little too hard, then faced her. His wrinkled eyes, squinting as he studied her every move. Summer forgot to mention that she came to work twenty minutes late and signed in earlier then the original time. This has happened more then once and Summer was beginning to think, her boss was catching on. “ Care to explain your lateness this week?” Mr. Scott raised an eyebrow, staring down at small little summer. He was trying to embarrass her. He hated that she was silent and didn’t speak to anyone. It wasn’t his place to speak to her that way but she refused to defend herself. “ I can’t speak about my absence sir.” Her head hung low, hiding the redness on her cheeks. Everyone was silent and Summer wanted to cry from the embarrassment. She looked weak In front of the new employee and she prayed he didn’t look at her as a child. “ What did I say about the mumbling Summer?” Summer didn’t mean to mumble but her throat wasn’t feeling all to well either. She looked up, tucking a strand of her brown locks behind her ear. “ Sorry sir. I won’t be late again.” Summer gulped, her blue eyes now becoming watery. He exhaled deeply, then finished introducing Damon to everyone. Biting her bottom lip, she exited the crowd and walked to the bathroom. He wouldn’t mind her crying for five minutes would he? Opening the squeaky stall, Summer took a seat on the toilet, tears beginning to pour from her eyes. She was acting pathetic but she couldn’t help how sensitive she was. Men yelling at her was one of her triggers that she was still getting help for. Summer sniffed, wiping the remaining tears off her pale cheeks. After staring at the wall for some time, she finally managed to go back to work. Fixing her white skirt, Summer then calmly exited the bathroom and into the main room. Everyone started putting bags into the boxes and the table was full. Staring down at the floor, Summer rushed to her spot, quickly tying her hair up as well. “ Sorry.” Summer then said to the person beside her. Crying in the bathroom was uncalled for and she was saddened that she left the crew hanging. No respond was heard and from the corner of her eye, Summer could see Damon, who was introduced earlier, staring. Responding to something so awkward was a problem for Summer. She hated being put in situations such as this. What was she supposed to do, stare back? “ I don’t like being stared at.” Summer then spat. Realization kicked in and her eyes widened. She didn’t mean for it to come out like that and was now afraid of what he would do. “ i-I sorry.” Summer was ashamed of her little outburst and quickly, faced the table. “ I’m sorry for yelling.” She then mumbled. A box was passed to summer and she quickly, passed it to Damon who taped the top and the bottom. A gasp then escaped her as she took in his features. He immediately locked eyes with her and Summer was unable to look away. He kept staring until she finally Mustered up the courage to say something. Summer thought he was the most dreamiest person she’s ever met. At first, she was going to speak but she got lost in his eyes again. It felt like she finally met her match but she’d never tell him that. He then licked his bottom lip, finally taking his eyes off her. How could someone make licking lips look sot hot? Another box was handed to Summer and again, she passed it to Damon. He still hadn’t spoke and it hurt her. Did he not like her? Was she annoying? Does he not speak any English? Questions filled Summer’s pretty little head and she desperately wanted answers. “ Did I say something bad?” She asked, passing him another box. His eyes then bored into hers, licking his lips once again. “ Don’t f*****g talk to me, alright?” He growled angrily at Summer, then turned back to his work. Her face paled at his cold reply. She hasn’t got spoken to like that in a very long time and it scared her, remembering the memory. “ you call me by sir or daddy. Do you understand?!” Quickly, summer faced Damon and muttered, “ yes daddy.” This must of caught him by surprise because he then sucked in his breath and gripped the edge of the table tightly. Summer was surprised as well. It wasn’t like her to act on her passed- but for some reason, he made her do it. “ what did you just say?” He growled, locking eyes with her. Did he like that, she called him daddy? Summer should of said sir, but daddy slipped out by accident. Another box was handed to her and she slid the box to him instead. “ Don’t be mad at me s-sir. I promise it was an accident.” She begged with her eyes and he was again, surprised. Damon never thought those filthy words would ever come out of Summers mouth. He was also confused to why she acted as if he was going to hit her. Was she abused? A loud whistle, echoed in the building, signaling that it was now break. There were three breaks in one day and the last one, such as right now is the one closest to the end of the day. Summer sighed, relieved that she can go and eat a snack. She rushed passed the ladies and into the lunch room. Hopefully, Damon forgot about what happened. Summer took a seat in the way back, and excitedly opened her bag of almonds. She needed the boost for the last hour of work. Loud giggles are heard and summer rolled her eyes, knowing she wasn’t going to have a quiet break. They took a seat in the very front and continued to giggle like something was seriously funny. Damon then walked in and he searched the entire room till his eyes landed on small little Summer. A gasp escaped her and she stared down at the table, continuing to eat her snack. Please don’t come over here. Summer told herself. She was wrong, he walked to the way back and sat right in front of her. Summer didn’t know what to say. She just sat, awkwardly eating her almonds. Was he going to eat a snack too? Or was he just going to stare at her all break? “ I’m sorry for calling you dad earlier... I-i don’t think your my dad, i-its just you were mad a-at me.” Summer then said, breaking the silence. He bored into her, clearly not convinced. She held her head low and cleared her throat, awkwardly. Why must he be so mean? “ Define daddy.” Damon finally spoke, shocking Summer. She didn’t know the meaning behind the word- she just knew it had to be said whenever she was told to do something. “ u-um i-i” her mouth shut, not wanting to embarrass herself any longer. Was it bad that she didn’t know the meaning of daddy? Damon chuckled deeply, his dimples now visible. Summer winced at the feeling she got, down below and let out a small moan. What the hell was that? She thought. It wasn’t loud for everyone to hear- but enough for Damon to hear.. “ f**k, Summer.” He groaned, biting his bottom lip. Watching him do that, made her want to moan again- but she controlled herself that time. Summer was a virgin but used her fingers often at night, as she watched porn. Porn was her s*x education class He watched Summer closely, as she shifted uncomfortably in her chair. He was getting to her and she couldn’t stop the feelings he brought her. Her core stung, in need for a release. Could Summer go into the bathroom and f**k herself till work again? She could only last five minutes anyways. Damon still hadn’t taken his eyes off Summer and it made it impossible for her to leave. She bit her lip in frustration, her core dripping wet. “ Excuse me, s-sorry.” Summer rushed passed Damon and through the halls. She pushed open the bathroom door and quickly, sat her ass on the toilet. She moaned, excitement taking over as she pulled her skirt and thong down to her legs. She then began to rub her wet lips before slowly pushing one, then two fingers inside her throbbing p***y. The tension Summer had been feeling to begin with, disappeared and she could feel the lovely tingerling sensation run up the inside of her p***y wall. The image of Damon’s fingers pumping in out of her, excited Summer. She was getting very wet now and could hear the squelching sound from her soaked core. It wasn’t long till she felt the tension rising and the sensation build up. Her breathing increased, she was getting closer. “Mm, Fuckk Damon!” Her mouth hung open, getting ready to release. A creak was heard, informing her the door had been opened. It was a one bathroom, so Summer wasn’t sure why the person didn’t knock. “ I’m in here!” She could barely speak properly after the orgasm she almost had. Why must people interrupt? The door closes and Loud footsteps come her way. Summer quickly, stands up, sliding her panties and skirt back on. The footsteps abruptly stop right in front of summers stall and she froze. “ This isn’t funny!” She spat. Whoever this person was, upset summer. She pushed the door opened and gasped at the sight. Damon stood there, arms crossed. Why was he in here? Summer thought. Her core stung again, and a low moan escaped her. “ Did you c*m?” Summer was shocked by his question. Was she that loud? This was very embarrassing for her and she didn’t know what to do. He stood there, with a cold look as Summer troubled with her words. No, she didn’t c*m- but she wasn’t going to tell him that. The fact that he was even in there, confused summer. “ Answer me dammit!” Summer, again got yelled at by Damon and it shocked and hurt her. Closing her eyes tightly, she then whispered, “No, sir” Summer knew what was to come, so she walked passed him to the table beside the sink and pulled her skirt down. “ I’m ready f-for my punishment sir.” Her ass was up and ready for the belt. Damon was very turned on but also very confused. Was Summer being serious? She could see him hungrily staring at her ass but he did not move once. For a moment, she saw a hint of lust in his eyes but she ignored it, preparing for the punishment. Damon then took long strides towards Summer till his hard c**k in his jeans, touched her ass. They stared at each other for a moment till Damon had enough patience to pull Summer’s skirt back up. He spun her around, immediately slipping his hands up her shirt, squeezing her breast. Summer gasped, slamming her legs shut. She then let out a pleasurable moan as her eyes rolled back. It was an exotic feeling for her and she wanted more. Summer wanted him to take her right there but she knew he wouldn’t. Damon then trailed his hands down to her skirt, teasing Summer. She was practically leaking from her underwear, her p***y craving for his c**k. His dark eyes then stared into her begging blue ones as he went further. She waited for the touch she so craved but nothing happened. The sight of Summer begging for his touch, turned Damon on and he wanted to f**k her senselessly for hours. Feeing his hot breath, fan her neck, Damon then whispered, “ you should get back to work.” Removing his hands from her, Summer whined- upset that his hands didn’t go further. Was he really going to leave her soaked like that? Damon then turned around, and exited the bathroom. How could Summer work after that?