Let me give you some background information. My name is Alan. I am nineteen and in my first year of college. I work part-time at Big 5 Sporting Goods as a salesman. I have always been a good athlete, playing three sports in high school. I fished and cycled most of my life, so it was pretty easy to get a job at Big 5. It was there I met Eva. She was the clothing manager and took my breath away the moment I saw her. It was during my interview. I was in the office, the one above the sales floor. She came in and asked Rob, the manager about the afternoon shipment. She smiled at me and winked. I stared as she left, my gaze following her perfectly round ass as she walked back to the floor. Rob was grinning at me as I turned back to finish the interview. He nodded at me and said that it was a great view. My face turned red. He said all the guys admired that ass. I was a bit shocked that he would make a comment like that, but it was 1984, so locker room talk amongst guys was the norm. At the end of the interview, he said I was hired. I would start on Monday afternoon.
"So Alan, this is Jeff. He is the senior part-timer, so he is in charge of your training. Just do as he says and you will be fine." Rob patted me on the back and went back up to his office.
"Nice to meet you, Alan. You look pretty athletic. Play sports in high school?" Jeff led me to the back room where the time-cards were kept as well as all the back stock. He was about 5' 8" and looked like he could move pretty well. All of the salesmen at Big 5 looked like ex-athletes.
"Yeah, I played basketball, football and ran track. I was a wide receiver, center and long jumped for the track team." I grabbed a card, filled it out and punched it to start my shift.
"Wide receiver and center? No fucking way!" He looked me up and down like he was measuring me.
"I know, not the usual combo. I went to a small, 1A school and we didn't play the bigger schools. I ran a 4.6 forty and have good hands. And I can play in the paint with the big guys. 6 '1'' is undersized for a center, but I have boxed out guys that were 6' 5"."
Jeff looked at me again, as if he were trying to imagine me under the basket. I carried 175 pounds on my frame. I was always a good athlete and picked up most sports easily. This semester I was taking a triathlon class, so I did the multi-sport workouts almost daily. I also played ball with my high school teammate, running full-court games at the park. "Well, Rob will get a kick out of that. He played rec league ball and considers himself the resident big man."
Rob was about 6' 2" and probably weighed 240 pounds. In his mid-thirties, he looked athletic but time had added a gut to his frame. I doubted he did much in the way of full-court hoops.
At the end of the night, after the store had locked the doors, we began the evening ritual of cleaning up. the entire floor was vacuumed and aisles were straightened. Jeff and I managed those tasks and Rob met us at the front when we finished.
"So, Jeff, how did our rookie do?"
"Pretty good. He knows his way around shoes and seems at ease with the customers. And get this, he played center in high school." Jeff looked my way and grinned.
"No fucking way." Rob looked at me like I was a steer at the market. I could see the doubt in his eyes.
"Yeah, I really did. My coach taught big-man skills, it was his forte. So I played against guys taller and heavier than me and I held my own."
"Alan, I would wipe the floor with your sorry little ass. No offense, but you are a boy and I am a man." Rob grabbed a ball that was on the counter and began bouncing it. He grinned at me.
"Ooohhhh, sounds like a challenge. Hey Rob, the yearly game between full and part-timers is in two weeks. I bet Alan will clean your clock. I bet he shuts you down." Jeff had a shit-eating grin on his face. I tried to get his attention without Rob noticing. The last thing I wanted was to piss off my boss on my first day and my new co-worker was leading this steer to slaughter.
Rob looked me straight in the eye. I saw a look of supreme confidence on his face, almost to the point of being smug. "You seem like a nice kid, but Alan, I will wipe the floor with you."
That roused my competitive nature. I hated to lose. I was league champ in the long jump and had caught the winning touchdown in my homecoming game. And I loved kicking the asses of those taller centers who smiled when they saw I was only 6' 1".
"We will see." I smiled and picked up a second ball and spun it on my finger.
"Nice. But wait till I get you under the basket. Tricks like that will do you no good. Well, let's get the hell out of here. There are a few beers with my name on them in my fridge. See you tomorrow, Alan. Good first day." With that, Rob let us out and locked the door.
Jeff and I walked to our cars. "What the fuck, Jeff? Are you trying to get me on Rob's bad side? It's my first day."
"Relax. Rob thinks he is the god of the court. We play an annual game of part-time against full-time. So far we haven't had anyone who could guard Rob. He just throws his weight around and dominates the paint. Then he brags about it for months. I am hoping you can make him eat his words. Are you as good as you claim to be?"
"Dude, I held my own against guys taller, younger and more fit than Rob. I run games at the park with guys like him all the time. Overweight and not in shape. I have jumpers' legs. I can push him out of the paint." I looked Jeff in the eye.
"I am counting on that. I like the guy, but his ego needs a reality check. I play shooting guard. Roy is our point guard. Steve is our wing. He can shoot. Eric is a filler. With you under the bucket, maybe we can shut Rob up."
"Alright. Just don't egg him on too much. I would like to keep this job for a while."
Jeff laughed and slapped me on the back. "No promises, my man." We got in our cars and left the parking lot.
The next day I had an early shift since I didn't have any classes. Jeff was working again and continued my training. We were in the shoe area when I saw her. She was over in the clothing section changing a display. Jeff motioned for me to follow him and I did, like a horse to water.
"Eva, this is Alan, our new salesman. Alan, this is Eva, the clothing manager."
Eva reached out to shake my hand. She was 5' 2", but wearing heels so she didn't appear to be short. She had long blonde hair tied up in an intricate braid. Her eyes were a bright blue and twinkled in the store lights. She was wearing a cream-colored suit with a brown blouse. The top three buttons were undone. I noticed her cleavage right away. Her breasts were round and firm and almost touched. The lacy edges of a nude-colored bra were just visible. The bra must have been very sheer, as I could make out the tips of her nipples poking through the fabric. My cock stirred.
"Hi, Alan, welcome. I run the clothing department and am an assistant manager. If you need anything, let me know." Her grasp was firm in my hand. She had delicate hands and her tanned skin was so soft. I let the handshake linger just a bit too long and she looked at me and smiled. She had a Cheshire Cat grin and gave me an extra squeeze, which shook me out of my stupor. I began to blush and let go of her hand. She winked at me and flipped her braid as she turned back to her display.
All-day, in between helping customers, I snuck glances at Eva. For an hour I was under her direction as I helped her put the new merchandise on the floor. It was the best hour of the day.
"So, Alan, what is your story? Any girlfriends?" She gave me that grin again. I was staring and had to gather my wits quickly.
"No, not at the moment." I glanced at her cleavage again. Just a bit bigger than a B was my guess. And her nipples were always hard. Fuck!
She caught me staring at her chest and when our eyes met, she shook her finger at me. She didn't utter a word, just that one gesture to let me know that she knew what I was looking at. I thought she might reprimand me, but she went on with her questions.
"So did you play sports in school?"
"Basketball, track, and football."
"Nice. I did gymnastics when I was young and was head cheerleader. I thought you were a jock. You have athletic thighs."
I gulped. "You were checking out my thighs?"
"Well, I am not the only one who can check things out, right?" Her blue eyes sparkled as she hung up another pair of shorts.
"Well, I guess so." I sheepishly turned back the next item to be hung. She obviously knew I was staring at her breasts. But maybe she didn't mind. And my thighs? What was that about. Jeff had mentioned she was twenty-six and loved to ski and sunbathe at the river. Why would she be checking out a nineteen-year-old guy? She must have guys falling over themselves for her attention.
The hour flew by. Eva flirted with me, or so I hoped. She left at 5:00 per her usual schedule. The rest of my shift was not as exciting. Rob ribbed me every chance he got about the upcoming game and how he would make me look silly. My response was always a smile and a shrug.
The day of the game arrived. It was a Sunday, as the store closed at 7:30. I arrived at the park at 8:00. Some of the guys were already warming up. Rob was there, wearing a sweatsuit and a headband. We shot around for a few minutes and then Rob said, "Let's get this show on the road, people. I have to school Alan and then I want beers at Eva's."
Rob's team took the ball out. I set up in the key behind Rob. He tried to push me back, but I held my ground and nudged him forward a foot. He grunted.
"Give me the damn ball." The ball lofted in and Rob grabbed it. He faked to his right and pivoted left. It was a move I had seen hundreds of times. I shifted with it and when he turned to shoot, I rose up and easily slapped the ball away, in the direction of Jeff. He grabbed the blocked shot and sprinted upcourt, deftly laying it in the basket.
"Nice block, Alan" Jeff slapped my hand as we ran back on defense. Rob looked shocked.
"Lucky block, youngster." Rob went to the other side of the key and called for the ball. Another shot and another block. This time we set up on offense. Jeff faked a drive and put up a long shot. I quickly turned and boxed out Rob, to his surprise. The shot bounced off the rim. I jumped, grabbed it and put it in the basket for an easy bucket. Rob looked stunned as we ran back on defense.
Jeff and Steve filled it up from the outside. I dominated the boards. Rob didn't get a shot off on the post. I made sure of that. He got a couple of rebounds due to awkward bounces and made one long jumper that I did not contest. We won by fifteen. Rob was exhausted and his shirt was soaked.
"Fuck, Alan, at least break a sweat." He was gasping for breath as we walked off the court. I was sweating a bit, but it had been an easy game, much easier than the full court games in the park.
Jeff laughed. "So Rob, the new kid is pretty good, huh?"
Rob, to his credit, walked up to me and shook my hand. "You kicked my ass. No one in the store has done that before. Fuck, you can hoop. And for a skinny kid, you shoved my fat ass out of the paint whenever you wanted to. Damn!"
Eva walked up from her spot on the sidelines. She and the other female cashiers had come to watch the big game and then head over to Eva's condo for drinks. "He doesn't look skinny to me. Just lean and fit...Mmmmm." Another smile and a wink as she walked to her car. I was mesmerized by her ass, how each cheek flexed and jiggled slightly with every step. It seemed to me that she was putting a little extra flair in her steps just to torment me. I thought I had to be letting my testosterone get the best of me because she was just flirting. Nothing would come of it.
I arrived at Eva's condo. It was spacious and well decorated. It made sense since her job was in clothing. Everyone had just arrived as well. There were the players, the full-timers and part-timers as well as the three female cashiers. Kim was the head cashier and also Eva's roommate. She was a tall blonde, 5' 9". Her skin was a lighter shade than Eva's, but it was tanned as well. Jeff had told me that the rumor was they sunbathed in the yard of their condo nude, thus neither one had any tan lines.
Beer flowed as the winning side celebrated our victory. Eva's condo had a large hot tub, so a few of us donned suits and hopped in. Rob and most of the players left after a short time, as many had to work the next day. Rob shook my hand again and congratulated me on the victory. Eva, Kim, Roy, Jeff, and I were left. We were enjoying the warm water when Eva hopped out and came back with glasses and a bottle of tequila. "Time for shots!"
Being nineteen, I had not done much drinking except for beer. Not wanting to look like a kid, I took a glass. Following Eva's lead, I took a squeeze of lime and some salt and then knocked it back. It burned going down, but I managed to swallow without choking. I smiled as the warm feeling spread over my body.
"Way to kick Rob's conceited ass, Alan." Eva raised her glass and knocked back another shot. "He has been strutting around for a long time bragging about how he is the best big man in the company. Glad you put him in his place."
"Aww shucks, ma'am, just doing my duty..." I was feeling the effects of the liquor and my confidence was growing. As well as my cock, looking at Eva in her tiny string bikini. It was just a couple of patches of fabric held by strings. Her body was flawless. I had not seen anything in Playboy, Penthouse or on video that was her superior. Equal, yes but not better. Then there was Kim. Her full C-cups were straining against her bikini. Between the two of them, it looked like the beginning of a porn video.