Poundland Passion

Poundland at closing time—the last of the bargain hunters grabbing clearance items. I was after batteries. Vanessa made me forget what size.

She was restocking the stationary aisle, thick in a way that made the red uniform look indecent. Bleached hair, hoop earrings, and an arse that could cause accidents.

"Looking for something?"

"Batteries. Lost track of where they are."

"Aisle three." She didn't move. "But you weren't really looking at the batteries, were you?"

Busted. "Guilty."

"Thought so." She checked around—the store was nearly empty. "I'm closing up in ten. Stick around."

After the last customer left, she locked the front door and led me to the stockroom.

"Cameras don't cover back here," she said, already unbuttoning her uniform top. "Learned that on day one."

"Experienced at this?"

"First time." She grinned. "But I've thought about it. A lot."

She was on me before I could respond, kissing hard, all that retail politeness gone. Her body was soft and warm, pressing against me everywhere.

"Been watching you shop for weeks," she admitted. "Always come in on Thursdays. Always buy random shit. Always look at me like that."

"Like what?"

"Like you want to see what's under the uniform."

"And now I do."

Her bra was red—matching the uniform, sort of—and when I unhooked it, heavy tits spilled free.

"God, yes," she moaned as I palmed them. "Touch me properly."

I pushed her against a shelf of cleaning products, dropped to my knees. Her work trousers came down, revealing a thong that was already soaked.

"Been wet all shift," she admitted. "Knew you were coming."

I buried my tongue in her, felt her knees buckle. She came fast, loud, not caring who might hear.

"Inside me—need it—"

I stood, bent her over a pile of boxes. Pushed in to find her hot, tight, pushing back immediately.

"Harder—yes—fuck me—"

We fucked among the pound shop merchandise, boxes falling, neither of us caring. She came twice more before I did.

"Inside me—fill me up—"

I came deep, gripping her hips, feeling her pulse around me.

We fixed ourselves among the scattered products.

"Same time next Thursday?" she asked.

"I'll need more batteries by then."

"I'll make sure they're in stock."

Walked out with my batteries and her number. Everything's a pound, but some things are priceless.