I have always enjoyed that one week of each month that I get my period. Because I’m on birth control I can even predict the day that I should start. For approximately one week Daisy quietly simmers inside, in my mind I see her curled up like a tuckered cat within my ribcage. And though I was looking forward to the relatively normal co-worker relationship with Clint while I was on the rag, he obviously wasn’t planning to be as merciful as Daisy. It started Friday while we were trying to finish running the wall. I was wearing jeans and my new ropers, my custom belt buckle, and a fitted t-shirt I got for a bargain at Goodwill. I had to admit, those jeans fit my curves well, hugging the shape of my ass but very modest as the high waist line at the back didn’t allow for any sneak peeks at my thong when I crouched. The store was virtually empty for much of the day which allowed for Clint and I to work together on the wall and knock it out in no time. I am still very uneasy standing next to Clint as I can feel his heat jumping off his broad chest. I tried desperately to avoid passing too close behind him, but he quickly figured out my tactics and made every possible attempt to brush up against me, his hands trailing lower to casually graze my lap or my back pockets. After several minutes of this I could feel that familiar rapping in my chest, those sharp nails combing down my spine and that tight grip that Daisy had on me. She flared to life when I was kneeling, putting away some shoes, and Clint snuck up behind me and grabbed my ponytail with one hand and pulled back hard till I lost my balance and fell back against his thighs. I gasped, a sound wrapped in pleasure, and sought Clint’s gaze, only to find him beaming down at me. No…Not now…Not at work, not on my period! I knew I wouldn’t be able to rush into the back and sooth Daisy’s desire, so I continued to avoid Clint, failing miserably. At one moment, when he brushed by behind me too dangerously close, I whipped a hand out and trail my fingertips softly against his lap. He moaned and crumbled quickly onto a bench. Without thinking, guided only by Daisy’s whim, I followed him to the bench where he was pretending to rest as if the moment got too heated for him to continue. As I approached he tried to stand but I blocked his way, shielding his escape with body, legs spread on either side of his knees. I could hear Daisy egging me on, purring behind my ear and pinching the supple flesh of my inner thighs. I lifted one leg and dragged it across the side of Clint’s thigh as if I was preparing to plant myself on his lap. Somewhere far off I heard his drawl, “You’re Crazy…” and my voice rolled off my lips like a purr, knowing far too well that it wasn’t me, “You like it..” And with that I climbed off and resumed my task. For the remaining time that I was working, I was able to fend off his advances only because I had reached my limit, the heat pouring off of me.
Tonight I close with him. He’s going to pay for what he’s been doing to me, to Daisy, to my precious body.
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