Kiana's eyes fluttered open to the morning light streaming through her bedroom window. She stretched
languidly in her bed, her body still tingling from the memories of last night. Tulday morning had arrived,
and with it, thoughts that had consumed her since yesterday afternoon.
At eighteen years old, Kiana was the spitting image of her mother Donna—light-skinned Black with the
same warm brown eyes and full lips, though her face still held the softness of youth. Her body was curvier
than most girls her age, with perky C-cup breasts and hips that drew attention wherever she went. She'd
inherited her mother's beauty, and she knew it.
But right now, beauty was the last thing on her mind.
Her friends wouldn't stop talking about him yesterday. The new guy at that department store that had just
opened. Mercees, they'd called it.
"He is so dreamy!" Tasha had squealed, clutching her phone like it held the secrets of the universe.
"I'd give anything to taste his cum," Mira had added, her eyes glazed with lust.
They'd shown Kiana everything—vivid descriptions of this mystery man, and even some stalker-like
sneaky photos they'd managed to take while he was working. The images showed a handsome,
powerfully built man with dark hair and intense eyes. Jason Walker, they'd said his name was. The owner
of the store.
Kiana had tried to play it cool, but the moment she got home, she'd locked herself in her room and rubbed
her pussy late into the night. Multiple orgasms had wracked her body as she fantasized about this
stranger, imagining what it would be like to have him touch her, to have him inside her.
And now, this morning, she was still thinking about him.
Her hand drifted down between her legs almost unconsciously, finding herself already wet from the
memories. But then another memory surfaced, and her hand froze.
Mom.
Kiana sat up suddenly, her heart racing. Her mom Donna had come home yesterday afternoon, hadn't
she? And she'd looked... ragged. Exhausted. But also satisfied in a way Kiana hadn't seen in years. Her
mother had been glowing despite her obvious fatigue, moving with a slight limp and a dreamy expression
on her face.
'Hadn't she gone shopping there yesterday?' Kiana thought, her mind racing.
It suddenly clicked. Two and two came together in her mind like puzzle pieces snapping into place.
Her mom had gone to that store. To Mercees. Where Jason Walker worked.
And her mom had gotten fucked by that hot guy.
That would explain everything—the ragged appearance, the satisfied glow, the way she'd moved like
she'd been thoroughly used.
Kiana's excitement and curiosity spiked to new heights. Her pussy clenched with need, and she knew she
had to find out more.
She threw off her covers and hurriedly went through her morning routine—brushing her teeth, washing
her face, throwing on a simple tank top and shorts. Then she rushed down the hallway to her mom's
room, her heart pounding with anticipation.
Without knocking, Kiana burst through her mom's bedroom door.Donna was at her bathroom sink washing her face, and she glanced over at her daughter's sudden
entrance with mild surprise.
"What do you need, sweet pea?" her mother asked, her voice warm and content.
Kiana noticed immediately that her mom's face was glowing brighter than she'd seen in years. The
woman looked ten years younger, radiant with satisfaction.
'I guess good dick would do that for a woman,' Kiana thought, barely suppressing a grin.
"Mom, you went to Mercees yesterday, right?" Kiana asked eagerly, unable to contain her excitement.
Donna looked back at her daughter, and Kiana could see the wheels turning in her mother's mind. A slow
smile spread across Donna's face as the plan she'd been forming came together.
"Why yes I did, and it was exhilarating," Donna said, her voice taking on a dreamy quality. "And I have
some wonderful news!"
Kiana bounced on her toes, ever eager. "Well go on, please spill!"
Donna dried her face with a towel and then moved to sit on the side of her bed, patting the space beside
her. Kiana quickly joined her, practically vibrating with anticipation.
"Well sweet pea," Donna began, her eyes twinkling with mischief and satisfaction, "after a unique
experience that I shall not detail you with, the owner agreed to take you on as a member of the staff."
Kiana's eyes went wide. "What? Really?"
"Food and board are covered, plus it's the opportunity of a lifetime to work for such a dashing young man
such as Mr. Walker," Donna continued, and then she went into a full rant about Jason.
She described his body—the powerful muscles, the broad shoulders, the way he moved with such
confidence and authority. She talked about his presence, how he commanded a room just by being in it,
how his eyes seemed to see right through you. She mentioned his business acumen, his vision for the
store, his dedication to his staff.
What Donna didn't explicitly detail was the sex, but Kiana could read between the lines. The way her
mother's voice got breathy when she talked about his "commanding presence," the way she touched her
own belly unconsciously when she mentioned his "generosity," the flush that crept up her neck when she
described his "stamina."
Kiana could barely contain herself. Her pussy was already soaking through her panties, and they hadn't
even left the house yet.
"When do I start?" Kiana asked breathlessly.
"Today, if you'd like," Donna said with a knowing smile. "I suggest you pack your things. You'll be living at
the store."
Kiana didn't need to be told twice. She jumped up from the bed and rushed back to her room,
immediately pulling out her suitcases and duffel bags. She packed everything she could think of—clothes,
personal items, toiletries, her favorite books and trinkets. Everything she needed for her new life.
Donna helped her, the two women working together to load everything into the back of their SUV. By
11:00 AM, they were on the road.
The drive to Mercees Department Store took about forty-five minutes, and every minute felt like an
eternity to Kiana. She sat in the passenger seat, her leg bouncing nervously, her hands fidgeting in her
lap."Nervous?" Donna asked with an amused smile.
"A little," Kiana admitted. "What if he doesn't like me?"
Donna laughed, a warm, knowing sound. "Sweet pea, trust me. He's going to love you. Just be yourself,
be honest about what you want, and everything will work out perfectly."
"What do you mean, what I want?" Kiana asked, though she had a pretty good idea.
"You know exactly what I mean," Donna said, giving her daughter a sidelong glance. "I saw those photos
on your phone last night when you left it on the kitchen counter. Your friends aren't the only ones who've
been fantasizing about Mr. Walker."
Kiana's face flushed hot with embarrassment, but she didn't deny it. "Is he really that good?"
Donna's smile turned absolutely wicked. "Better than you can possibly imagine. Just... be prepared. He's
a force of nature."
They drove in comfortable silence for a while, the city of Gerra passing by outside the windows. Kiana
watched the various fantasy races going about their business—elves, dwarves, beast-folk, and humans
all coexisting in this strange new world.
Finally, they pulled into the parking lot of Mercees Department Store. It was 11:45 AM, and the lot was
busy with customers coming and going. The building itself was impressive—a massive structure that
gleamed in the sunlight, looking both modern and somehow timeless.
They got out of the SUV, and Donna stretched. "I need to get a few groceries while I'm here. I'll leave you
in capable hands."
Kiana's heart was racing as they entered the store together. The interior was beautiful—well-lit,
organized, with wide aisles and attractive displays. Customers browsed the various departments, and
Kiana noticed several attractive women working the floor, all of them moving with a certain satisfied grace
that made her wonder if they'd all experienced what her mother had.
Donna guided Kiana to the customer service desk, where a stunning woman with long dark hair and an
ethereal beauty stood organizing some paperwork. She looked up as they approached, and her smile
was warm and welcoming.
"Donna! Good to see you again," the woman said. "And this must be Kiana."
"Selene, this is my daughter," Donna confirmed. "Kiana, this is Selene. She manages the Clothing and
Accessories department."
Kiana introduced herself, trying not to stare at how beautiful Selene was. The woman had an otherworldly
quality to her, and Kiana wondered if she might be part elf.
"Come with me," Selene said, stepping out from behind the desk. "Let me introduce you to Jessica and
Rachel at the registers."
They walked through the store, and Kiana's nervousness increased with every step. She was about to
meet the man who'd consumed her thoughts for the past day, the man who'd clearly rocked her mother's
world.
At the front registers, two more beautiful women were working. One was a blonde with her hair in a
ponytail—Jessica, Kiana assumed. The other was a stunning redhead with bright, wavy hair—Rachel.
"Ah yes, you must be Kiana," Jessica said, her smile professional but warm. "We've been expecting you.
Your mother spoke quite highly of you.""Mr. Walker is ready to do your interview in his office," Jessica continued. "Rachel will escort you as the
position you'll be filling is second cashier."
Kiana's nervousness spiked, but so did her excitement. Mr. Walker. Jason. The force of nature her mother
had described.
Donna gave her a knowing look and squeezed her hand. "I'll be shopping. Good luck, sweet pea."
Then her mother was gone, and Rachel was gesturing for Kiana to follow her.
They walked through the store, past various departments and customers. Kiana noticed the diversity of
the shoppers—humans, elves, beast-folk, and races she couldn't even identify. Everyone seemed happy,
satisfied with their shopping experience.
Her nerves built with every step. What would he be like? Would he want her the way she wanted him?
Would she measure up to the other women who worked here?
They reached a door marked "Manager's Office," and Rachel opened it without knocking.
"My prospect is here to interview," Rachel said. "Did you want me here to assist, sir?"
Kiana's eyes immediately locked onto the man sitting at the desk, and her entire world tilted on its axis.
Jason Walker looked up from the paperwork he'd been filling out, and the moment his eyes met hers,
Kiana felt like she'd been struck by lightning.
The photos hadn't done him justice. Not even close.
He was gorgeous—handsome in a way that seemed almost unfair, with a strong jaw, intense dark eyes,
and dark hair that looked perfect even in the casual way it fell across his forehead. But it was more than
just his looks. His presence hit her like a physical force, an aura of power and masculinity that made her
knees weak.
And his body. God, his body. Even sitting down, she could see the powerful muscles of his shoulders and
arms, the way his shirt stretched across his broad chest. He was massive in the best way possible,
radiating strength and virility.
She vibrated with need instantly, her pussy clenching and moistening so quickly it was almost
embarrassing. Her breathing changed, becoming shallow and rapid. Her heart raced in her chest like it
was trying to escape.
This was him. This was the man who would change her life.
Jason gave Rachel's question some thought, his eyes never leaving Kiana's face. She felt pinned by that
gaze, examined and assessed in a way that made her feel both vulnerable and desperately aroused.
"On second thought, no Rachel," Jason said, his voice deep and commanding. "I want to get the proper
feel for the new hopeful staff member myself."
Rachel nodded and left, closing the door behind her.
Kiana was alone with THE -Jason Walker.