C|Suite Letters: Cleanup In The Electronics Department At Target

Cleanup In The Electronics Department At Target

Dear C|Suite,

Back in college I used to work the afternoon-night shifts in the electronics department at Target. It was a boring and often times tedious job, especially as the night went on and less pajama-wearing enthusiasts [customers] dragged their degenerate ghetto asses through the doors. Most of us working that shift were roughly the same age though, so it made for a lot of fun nights.

I don't know about other similar retail job environments, but in that store, just about everyone was fucking someone. Some kept it lowkey, others let the drama play out in front of everyone, and others had stable, loving relationships.

This is a story about the first kind. A story that would be a HR's wet dream today in terms of paperwork; ripe for false rape allegations.

The people selling cellphones aren't regular Target employees, they're from some outside vendor that works within the electronics department. There was usually a rotation of like 3 salespeople that would come in and we'd mostly just hang out and chat.

Kelsey was one of those people.

The first thing that comes to mind when I think about Kelsey was that this girl looked and acted either high as a kite or tired as hell every single time she walked in the door. Easily one of the lowest energy people I think I've ever met.

She was very laid-back, didn't let anything bother her, and took her sweet time walking from point A to point B. On slow nights if I was off somewhere else she'd just wander up and down the department at a snail's pace.

I'd never really gotten to know her all that well outside of work, but I knew she was a punk-rock type chick who was possibly bi-sexual and rubbed herself off at night to posters of Avril Lavigne and Hayley Williams she'd hung on her bedrom wall. I knew she went to concerts regularly with her friends and had pins/patches all over her purse. She dyed her hair almost weekly it seemed, but usually it was a sort of light auburn with neon orange spattered in. She wore black thick-rimmed glasses and had two stud nose piercings on either side of her nose.

Unlike the Target red and khaki, the phone salespeople were required to wear all black clothes. She often wore a tight black button-up shirt that stretched around her big tits with no bra, allowing her obviously pierced nipples to poke through, and only putting a black jacket over to hide them when working with guests. She had about an average build - not fit or fat, had an hour-glass figure; her round ass looked great in those tight black jeans. She had a cute slightly pudgy face, almost like a chipmunk-esq Florence Pugh and always had some quirky facial expressions.

Once we had gotten to know each other a little better, we started taking breaks and occasionally lunches together. Nothing romantic or even flirty - it was all totally platonic. She would tell me stories every now and then about her on-and-off boyfriend and I'd talk about the girl I had a crush on at work. No sexual tension whatsoever, although obviously I acknowledged she was attractive.

Eventually we moved our breaks into an area outside the store known as "the graveyard." It was basically this little open-air cove off to the side of the building that was invisible to anyone outside and was full of rows of broken and unused shopping carts. It was basically where all the employees would go to smoke since there were no cameras and the bosses never went over there. We'd hide away back there and get a little high... probably not the smartest thing to do on the job, but we were young and dumb so it was fun.

One night she was working with a guest who had a particularly difficult time transferring their phone over and so had to leave and go home to get something. We decided to take the opportunity to go on our last break and head out to the graveyard.

"I am fucking sick of this lady," she complained.

"That's the second problem transfer this week, right?" I asked.

"Third. It stresses me the fuck out," she said. "Because the first one didn't go through after three fucking hours so I don't even get commission. And it wasn't even my fault, it was the carrier."

She blew smoke in my face and passed it to me.

"What a fucking rip."

As I'm in the middle of taking a particularly large hit, she opens her mouth and, in the most monotone voice imaginable, asks "you wanna have sex?" The smoke burned in my lungs, sending me into a coughing fit. She stood completely still and watched my every motion.

"Here? Now?"

"Yeah. I need it."

"What about your boyfriend?" I asked.

I've been transparent in the past that obviously I don't remember everything said in these stories word-for-word, especially the older ones, so I spice it up occasionally with dialog that sounds roughly accurate and gets the point across.

This next line is 100% true to what she said.

"He's not really my boyfriend, more just like... a boy."

"What does that even mean?"

"We broke up a while ago, I just haven't told anyone yet. Don't tell anyone."

"Well... I don't have a condom."

"I'm on birth control, it's whatever."

"I..."

"If you don't want to, that's fine I guess. Just figured I'd ask."

"No, no. I definitely want to."

"Then stop making excuses trying to get out of it and just fuck me then."

I quickly weighed my options in my head: fuck my hot coworker in a dirty alley on the side of the building, or go back to work. That thought took about 0.5 seconds to process before I was unbuttoning my khakis.

She turned around, pulled her black jeans down and let them fall to her ankles, and bent over one of the shopping carts. I looked out over the row of carts into the black night. If anyone was there, they were invisible to me.

I felt down between her legs and she was already soaking wet. She must have been crazy horny before all this and just wasn't showing it through her usual calm demeanor. I slipped my cock inside her and grabbed her on either side of her waist. She let out a quiet moan as I made slow, short thrusts to push as deep as I could.

"That feels good," she said. "Keep going."

She was unusually tight, and the position wasn't doing us any favors as far as finding a good rhythm. I don't know if you've ever fucked against a shopping cart at the end of a long line of carts, but you'd be surprised how loud it can also be when you're pounding away and the carts are clanging together. The fact that there were close walls on three sides also caused a loud echoing. As a result, I mostly kept to a slow and steady pace.

Eventually she found a grip that quieted the carts down to nearly nothing, and that's when we really picked up. The sound of carts pushing against each other was replaced by the sound of skin slapping against skin as I pulled her ass tight against my body with every thrust.

Her moaning quickened with my pace. She threw her head down and braced herself tighter. At one point her knees buckled and she almost tripped on her own pants, causing us both to laugh. Her Apple Watch buzzed and she checked it.

"That lady's back. We should finish up," she said. "Are you close?"

"I can be."

"If I told you you can cum in me would that help?"

"Yeah, probably."

"Mmmm I want you to cum in me. Cum in me!"

I think that might have been the most loud and energetic I'd ever heard her voice get.

I kept a good pace, really let myself feel the moment and recognize how good she felt. With that mindset I came in no time at all. I made a few last big thrusts as I filled her up. When I pulled out, my cock was dripping with a mixture of our fluids.

"Here let me get that," she said in her typical monotone voice. She reached into her purse and grabbed some wet wipes. She first wiped herself down, then wrapped one around my cock. More cum dripped out the end as she stroked me, so she cleaned that up too.

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We both pulled up our pants and walked back into the store.

You know that "I just had sex and EVERYONE KNOWS IT" feeling you sometimes get when you walk back into public after a little quickie like that? Oh man, I could feel every pair of eyes on me during that long walk to the back of the store.

I went to grab the keys from the guy who was watching the department while I was gone. He sniffed the air around us as we approached.

"What's that smell?" he asked.

Oh God. He knows. He can literally smell it on us. He can - oh wait, the weed. Kelsey reached into her purse to get some scented hand sanitizer to try and mask the smell, then went back to helping her customer.

The rest of the night went as if nothing ever happened. No all-knowing giggles, no side-eye glances. Just two coworkers going back to work. That customer took her until the end of her shift and she left with a quiet and polite, "See you tomorrow."

I sent her a snap near the end of my shift saying something dumb like, "Did that really happen?"

She replied quickly with a photo of herself lying in bed with only a white band t-shirt on. Her eyes were closed and her tongue was out. The caption read, "yep."

I honestly had nothing left to say. I had no idea what she wanted or where she saw this going. Do I ask and risk coming off too eager? Do I keep quiet and risk her getting upset at me for becoming distant after?

A few minutes later, I got an answer to my questions in the form of another pic. This time she was lifting her shirt up to reveal her perfect pierced tits. The hand holding the shirt up was tastefully displaying a middle finger to the camera. "Again sometime?"

***

It's not very often I get to look forward to going to work, but this was one of those days. I clocked in promptly at 4pm and practically ran to the electronics department. The first thing I'd do when I came in was get the keys from the morning shift worker and do a quick hand-off chat, but I simply couldn't focus on anything he was saying.

It's also interesting how one day you don't notice someone and the next day you're analyzing their every move. Had Kelsey always bent over the register counter like that with her ass sticking up, or was it a subtle message to me today? I didn't really care either way because all I could think about was ripping her pants off right there and fucking her in front of the whole store. That's not how this story goes, obviously, but it was fun to think about.

The start of my shift was fairly busy, as usual. Office workers getting off work and stopping by on their way home always lead to a good 4-6pm rush. I didn't get a chance to talk alone with her until about an hour into my shift.

"McDonald's today?" I asked her.

"Sure," she said in a flat, monotone voice. She fidgeted with her clipboard then looked up over her glasses at me. "Is that all?" She pushed her glasses up her nose to get a better look at me.

"Well," I took a step closer and little offset from her body until we stood with our front shoulders nearly touching. I looked past her and whispered in her ear, "If we have the time, I'd love to relieve some stress again."

She gave me a sly smile and looked at the floor. "What if I said I'm not stressed today?"

"Maybe I am." I added.

"Maybe I'm still sore from yesterday."

"Maybe I'll go easier on you today."

"Maybe I don't want that."

Yeah, that got me. I reached my hand down to my crotch and readjusted to hide what was undoubtedly growing down there. She looked down as well, then back up at me with a big toothy grin.

"Are you fucking hard?" she whispered.

"Well, what did you expect?"

Right on cue, a woman approached us asking if either of us could help her unlock a speaker.

"Yeah, she can help you," I said. I gave Kelsey a wide-eye look and tried to make myself look busy as she went off with the guest.

If you've been in a Target store lately, the electronics department has a much more open counter layout than it did back then. We still had what was called "the boat," a sort of enclosed round area with registers on one side and cameras mounted around the rest with a counter in the middle for putting stuff we were working on. I walked around to the other side of the counter and appeared busy while hiding my erection from the world.

Aside from a little banter here and there, the rest of the first half of my shift went about as expected except for the growing anticipation for what was to come.

As I mentioned beforehand, it wasn't unusual for us to take breaks around the same time, but when we took lunch together it was more of a coincidence of how things lined up. Depending on the manager on duty that night, I could sometimes be on a pretty strict schedule, and she of course had to take it by her 5th hour of work and started before me most nights, so it was hard to go together like this. Fortunately, it was a lax manager that night, so timing it was easy.

There was a certain nervous excitement in the air. As soon as we were in the safety of my car, I got hard again almost instantly.

"Hey guess what," I said.

"What?"

I pointed at my crotch, with the visible bulge already forming.

"Really? Again?" she asked with an embarrassed smile. "I didn't even say anything this time."

"Oh come on, like you're not already soaking like last night," I said.

"I am not!" she yelled. "That was a one time thing. I wish it could be like that every time."

Before we were even out of the Target parking lot, she unbuttoned her pants and pulled them down to her knees. Her lacy black panties followed. I tried to stay focused on the road, but that was becoming increasingly difficult... especially when she started fingering herself right in front of me.

Her eyes were shut tight as her fingers traced a quick circular pattern around her clit. Her face scrunched and contorted as little shocks sent through her body to warm it up. She moaned through closed lips. I felt my cock throbbing through my pants, and there was nothing I could do about it. When we got to the drive thru, she didn't even bother to pull her pants up - she picked her purse up off the floor and placed it in her lap while continuing to subtly rub herself underneath it. I couldn't help but have the biggest, cheesiest fucking grin on my face the whole time.

"What's the smile about?" she asked me after collecting the food and starting to drive off.

"I had no clue you were like this," I said.

"Like what?"

"So... fun."

"Oh, you thought I was boring?"

"No, I just... you just never... I don't know, I never thought you'd be the type of girl to masturbate in a drive thru."

"There's a lot you don't know about me, then."

I'll admit, I didn't. I knew her as the chill stoner girl who looked like she was half-asleep all day, but as mentioned in the last story, it's not like we ever hung out outside of work. I was starting to think the first glimpse I got of the "real" her was when she pulled her pants down and stuck her ass out the night before.

We pulled into a secluded part of the Target parking lot all the way at the back to eat our meal and chat. Nothing too interesting, just work stuff mostly. As soon as we finished eating, there was this sense of "what do we do now?"

By this point she had pulled her pants back up and left them unbuttoned.

I reached my hand over and rubbed her thigh. She closed her eyes and steadied her breath. I slipped my hand under her pants and got a feel of her for myself. She moaned in my ear and rested her head against my shoulder, then reached her left hand over to rub my cock through my pants.

"Take it out," she whispered.

I pulled my hand back and undid my pants for her. As soon as they were around my knees, she was already grabbing me and stroking my cock.

"You have a really pretty cock," she said. "I never really got a good look at it last night."

She knelt up on the passenger seat, tied her hair behind her head, and bent over with her face in my lap. She lazily sucked my cock with the same slow and steady pace she did everything with. I ran my finger through her hair and down her back as she sucked. After a couple minutes, I asked if she wanted to take things to the backseat. We pulled our pants up, got out, and ran to the back, where the pants finally came all the way off.

I sat in the center and she climbed on top of me. She grabbed my cock, guided it inside of her, and slowly dropped down onto it. I unbuttoned her shirt and let it fall open, revealing her big pierced tits with no bra. I put one in my mouth to get that wonderful metallic taste. Her hands gripped the back of the seat as she rode me.

I reached one hand down between her legs and rubbed her clit, causing her to slow down and stop. I could feel her body twitching as she focused on the sensation of being rubbed down while my cock sat balls-deep inside her, stretching her out completely.

"I'm gonna..." she started. Her eyes fluttered under her eyelids and rolled into her head. I felt as her pussy convulsed on my cock. She gripped the seat even harder and pressed her body against mine as she came. She stayed that way for a while afterward, breathing heavily into my hair as I kissed her chest.

"You wanna switch?" I asked.

She nodded, nearly nonverbal at this point.

She hopped off and laid down across my backseat, which fortunately was quite roomy in that car. I got on top of her and put myself back in. Her skin glistened with sweat and caught the reflection of the streetlight outside. With each thrust came a cacophony of moans, skin on skin, skin on seat, and wet squishing. Her hands wrapped tight around my back as I bounced on top of her. At one point she grabbed me by the back of my head and pulled me in close to her face without even opening her eyes and spoke one word: "Cum."

I was already close, but that sent me over the edge. I let out a loud groan and filled her up once again. Sweat dripped off my forehead onto her, and I collapsed. Our wet, sticky bodies clung together for what felt like eternity.

"What time is it?" she finally asked.

I looked over at the clock on my dashboard.

"Time to go back," I said.

"Fuck. I was hoping to have a little time to sleep," she said with a laugh.

We both got up, aching and groaning with every little movement of our joints. She slowly pulled her pants back up and buttoned them. I grabbed some napkins to wipe off the sweat from our faces so we could try to look somewhat composed when we went back.

When we started walking across the parking lot, I told her she needs to go to her locker first thing and grab her jacket. The back of her shirt was drenched with sweat. Mine was, too.

As we started getting back into the rhythm of work, I could tell she was feeling it. She spent a lot of time sitting against the counter or squatting behind it.

"Damn, you're really feeling it, aren't you?" I asked, half-joking and half-concerned that I might have overdone it.

"I can't do that two days in a row anymore," she said.

"So I'm guessing that's a no for tomorrow?"

She looked up at me and rolled her eyes with an almost indiscernible smile. I reached a hand out and pulled her up.

"I also need to go in the restroom and clean myself out because I'm fucking dripping and I can feel it," she said, motioning her hand over her crotch. When she came out, she said we should take this outside of work from then on so that we didn't need to rush it in uncomfortable positions. I agreed, and we took it from there.

Fun fact: she left a small stain on my passenger seat that night that stayed there until I sold the car years later. Just thought I'd throw that detail in there but it didn't fit anywhere else in the story.

Yours truly horny,

Mr. Service Provider