Well hello there. This story has mature content and I would advise that you are 18+, but if not it's up to you. Just be warned;)
"Are you a pervert or something?" I looked at him, his tall and lanky frame leaning over a bin of hot pink panties.
"I work here." He replied with more confidence than I thought he had.
"You, work in a panty factory?" I stated, laughing to myself. As if he wasn't even in the room.
"It's kind of like a side job." He hoisted the bin up and onto the conveyer belt, his arm muscles rippling through his white shirt.
"A side job?" I asked with curiosity.
"Yeah." He said as he looked at me with his ice blue eyes.
"So then Mr.Pervert. What is your real job?" I pushed.
"My real job." He smirked, stepping closer to me. "These panties, that you all make." He pointed to all the rooms that lined the halls. "It's my job to test them." He whispered in my ear, his lips grazing my skin softly. Making me shudder slightly.
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Axel
ChickLit"You shouldn't tease me like that you know." Axel spoke out of no where, nearly giving me a heart attack as he did so. I gasped, taking a step back. "I know." I whispered. "I'm not above taking you right now chiton on this very counter top, where y...
