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Working Girl: (Slow. No real Sex. Exh. Voy.)

Jasmine Bennet lay on her bed staring up at the ceiling. The rolling remnants of yet another explosive row between her parents spilled up the stairs. Mostly she blocked them out but her subconscious mind registered a few.

The sound of breaking crockery suggested that she stay put for a while longer until it was cleaned up. The sound of the front door slamming shut meant that trouble was, for now at least, easing off.

This row had been her fault. Without thinking about how long her father had been out of work she had asked if she could put her name down for the French trip next Easter. The next thing she knew she was being ushered out of the room as her mother yelled at her father that they simply couldn't afford it and her father yelled back that they simply must afford it.

Jaz (everybody called her Jaz) stared at the ceiling some more.

"I can do this" she whispered to herself "I can do this."

Easing herself off the bed and creeping down the stairs she shouted a parting "see ya later" to anybody listening and slipped out of the door.

The village where she lived had grown. Now it was part of the commuter belt for the city and whilst not huge the population was large enough to support several local businesses. The first that she came across was the Dog & Duck. She hovered at the threshold and breathed in the yeasty smell of stale beer. Deciding against the frontal approach she edged around the rear of the pub, through a gate marked "Private" in big red letters, and up to the open door of the kitchens. One of the kitchen girls intercepted her there, listened, smiled and directed her through another door in search of the landlord or his wife. Minutes later she was back on the street. 

"Very sorry......far too young....no vacancies in the kitchen....try again in a couple of years time."

A short while later Jaz retreated from the butchers shop with his laughter ringing in her ears and made her way to the village shop and post office. The shop had grown significantly over the years. It couldn't compete with the supermarkets a few miles away but it was pleased to provide the odds and ends that people forget to get during their main shop, or the more exotic delicacies that the supermarkets simply don't/won't provide.
Jaz had to ask several people before she finally found herself in front of Ted Ward in a small store room at the rear of the shop.

"How old are you girl?" he barked.

"12 sir"

"umm, 12....not much use on the tills...."

"I can do other stuff, stack shelves, ummm, wash floors, whatever." She rushed out.

Ted smiled. 

"Ok lass, what do they call you?"

"Jaz.....short for Jasmine."

"Ok Jaz. The only thing I can offer you is store room work. It will be hard. You will be sorting, cleaning and filling shelves. You think you can manage a couple of hours first thing Saturday and Sunday mornings?"

"yeah no problem" she beamed.

"Right then, start tomorrow. I'll see you at 7.30."

Jaz beamed all the way home. The only small concern was 7.30! But hey, she needed the work.

The reaction from her parents was amazing. They beamed at her, beamed at each other and promised to help out with part of the cost of the trip if they could.

The following morning Jaz awoke to the sound of her father calling her from the bottom of the stairs. She glanced at the bedside clock... 6.45! She groaned, remembered why she had to be up so early and scrambled out of bed.

Downstairs Dad was cooking eggs and bacon.

"Don't expect this every time" he said "I just thought that it might help on your first day."

"Thanks Dad."

Breakfast over she slipped out of the back door and was at the shop by 7.20. She knocked on the locked door and a few moments later Ted opened it and ushered her in.

"Early eh" he said as he motioned her to the back of the store, through a dark corridor and into the store room "let's hope that you can keep it up."

"We'll see how you go for a couple of weeks and then if your happy and I'm happy I'll get you a uniform top to work in. From now on you call me Ted like the rest of the staff. If you have a problem or make a mistake let me know. It's far worse if you muck up and try to hide it. Ok?"

Jaz nodded.

"Right then. The veg delivery is over there next to the rear door. Oh you should come round the back in future, saves me unlocking everything early. I need the veg display re-stocked. Anything that you see that looks a bit under par you remove from the display and bring back in here. Leave the rubbish in the basket over there and I'll double check to make sure you're not being too prissy before we dump it. Any questions? No. Right I'll be back to see how you're doing in a while."

Jaz looked at the pallet of sacks, bags and boxes and got to work as best she could.

She simply wasn't strong enough to carry the full sacks and boxes so she devised a method of transporting Jaz sized bundles of the various vegetables using a small trolley. By 8.15 she had finished loading the veg display, sorted out the stuff that was past it's best and was now back in the store room looking around, to see what went where. That's where Ted found her.

"Hey Jaz, you did a good job with the display out there. What did you chuck?"

Together they went through the items that Jaz had pulled out for disposal and Ted seemed pleased with the results.

"You've done well for your first time." He said to the beaming girl. "The shop is open now so you need to stay out of the way if possible. I suggest that you clear up in here, sweep the floor and then you can finish until tomorrow. Same time alright for you?

"No probs" replied Jaz

"Great. Do you want me to pay you now or are you happy to wait until next week. I usually pay everybody on Saturday for the previous week."

"Next week will be fine, I don't want to spend it anyways!"

"Right then, next week it is. Let yourself out of the back door when you're done and help yourself to some of that old veg and fruit if you want. It might not look at its best but there's nothing wrong with most of it."

"Thanks Ted" came the reply.

Jaz carefully swept the floor determined to leave a good impression and then, satisfied that she had done all that she could, she gathered up some of the vegetables and fruit and slipped out of the back door. She was home before 10.00.
The following day went well. This time she only had to top up the veg display, sorting out the less than perfect stuff as she went. After that she was put to work stacking shelves until the doors opened and then she moved back into the store room to sort and tidy for a while before Ted sent her off again.

The following weekend carried on in much the same way, except that she received her first pay packet of course.

On the third weekend she arrived promptly on the Saturday morning, went round the back and into the store and started going through the veg pallet before Ted popped in to see her.

"Hey Jaz, how's it going?" he asked

"fine thanks Ted. I've even gotten used to being up early!"

Ted chuckled. "Well, if you're happy then I'm happy. You want that uniform now?"

Jaz beamed a brilliant smile.

"Here you go" said Ted handing her a blue polo shirt with the name of the shop proudly displayed on the left breast. 

She held it up against her and thanked him again.

"No worries, you're a good little worker. You gonna try it on then?"

"Umm...."

"C'mon Jaz, we don't have all day."

Her mind raced but she was determined not to upset Ted and risk losing her oh so valuable job.

She turned her back on her employer, tugged her t shirt up and over her head and then quickly slipped the polo shirt into place. She had given Ted a look at her back only. Anyways, her bra would have protected her modesty if he had been closer. Only slightly embarrassed she turned to face Ted and did a small pirouette for him.

"Nice, fits you well. Glad that you're not embarrassed around me too." With that he handed Jaz her pay packet for the previous week and then added another £10 from his pocket. "Just a little extra for not being shy" he said.

That morning, just before she was leaving, Ted came back to the storeroom.

"Everything ok here?" he asked

"yup, I was just about to go" replied Jaz. 

"That's fine. Another good job. I know that I can reply on you so, as vacancies arise and you get a bit older, we'll be able to make use of you out in the shop a bit more. That means more hours and more pay...if you want it."

"That would be great Ted"

"Well I can't promise but you'll be first on the list if extra work becomes available."

She beamed a smile in his direction and slipped out the door.

The following weekend was hot and humid. Jaz spent most of her 2 hours on Saturday in the store room sorting potatoes and by 9.30 when Ted popped in she was hot and sweaty.

"Ah ha" he said "How's my best little worker today?"

"Fine thanks, if a bit dirty."

"Well, I reckoned that you would need an extra shirt rather than having to keep going with one. I've just had a few more delivered, you wanna try this on and make sure it's your size?"

Jaz hesitantly took the offered polo shirt from him. She checked the label, it was the same size as the shirt she was wearing but something stopped her from saying so.

As before, she turned her back on Ted, tugged one shirt off her young body and slipped the fresh one into place.

She turned around to find Ted grinning broadly.

"Yup seems to fit fine" she said.

"Great. Well, I suggest that you change back again so that you can finish off without getting two shirts dirty huh."

She waited a second or two and then, turning her back again, changed back into the original grubby shirt.

Ted handed over her wage packet and another extra £10 from his back pocket.

"I reckon it's gonna be just as hot and sticky tomorrow." he said. "Do you have any shorts that you could wear instead of those heavy old jeans?"

She didn't reply.

"Oh well, think about it" he said as he left the room.

True enough, Sunday started warm and sunny and Jaz was certain that the store room would be both hot and sticky in an hour or so. Digging through her drawers she found an old pair of loose cut offs that she didn't mind getting dirty and pulled them on. A clean blue polo shirt finished the picture and she slipped down to the kitchen.

Her mother was in the kitchen already and turned to greet her daughter. 

"Good thinking Jaz" she said "it's gonna be a hot one the shorts will be better than Jeans today."

Breakfast over Jaz hurried off to work.

Jaz was sweeping the floor when Ted came in.

"Nice legs" he whistled.

"Ted!" Jaz yelped blushing furiously.

He laughed.

"You want a few extra hours today? I had a problem with one of the cooler units overnight and the stock needs to be binned. It would mean coming back after closing at around 5.00. You up for it?"

Jaz didn't hesitate. "Yeah sure. Count me in."

"Cool. Stick to the uniform though. OK?"

"uh huh" she murmured

Jaz got back to the shop a little before 5.00. Ted was alone in the shop area. 

"Hi Jaz. Just have to wait a few minutes until closing time and then we can get started ok?"

She nodded her assent and went off to the store room to see who else was there. There was nobody else. She wandered back into the shop area as Ted was locking the front door.

"Anybody else coming Ted?" she asked.

"What, oh no. Nobody else could give me the time. It's just the two of us, but it shouldn't take too long."

"Oh, ok." She responded

The cabinet was a long chest cooler. Ted explained that the whole lot had to go because of food safety regulations and so, taking a rubbish bag each they both dove in.
At first it was fairly easy but as the cooler emptied Jaz had more and more trouble reaching the lower items. Eventually, she was pretty much balanced on the edge of the cabinet and rocking her feet off the floor to grab the last few items. She threw herself back and upright to find Ted standing and watching her with a big grin on his face.

"What?" she asked

He grinned some more "Like I said nice legs!"

She shook her head in feigned disgust and dragged her now nearly full bag off towards the store room and the rear door.

Ted joined her with his own bag a few seconds later.

"You did a great job Jaz. I'll add a bit extra to the usual rate for helping me out. And" he said fishing into his back pocket and pulling out another £10 note "this is for those very nice shorts!"

Jaz turned crimson and Ted laughed at her.

Thereafter the shorts became a regular part of the uniform. Most days that Jaz worked Ted would find a way to watch her stretch her long legs, or clamber up the short ladder in the store room whilst he stood and watched "to make sure she didn't fall". The result was always the same. Jaz would get her usual pay packet and a further £10 or £20 a week for allowing the old perv to letch after her.

They both knew what was going on. Jaz was comfortable with Ted and quite liked that thought of being attractive as well as the extra cash.

As the summer eased and autumn approached Jaz knew that the shorts would have to go. Ted seemed to appreciate that as well. One Sunday he caught her just before she left.

"hey Jaz, nice legs as usual."

She stuck her tongue out at him. He laughed.

"How about a bit of shop work next week. You'll still have to do the store room stuff but I can give you an extra hour or so learning the ropes on the tills and stuff. You up for it?"

"Yeah sure Ted. Thanks."

"Ok. That's settled then.......oh by the way, you'll need to wear a skirt for the shop work. Looks better. That ok with you?"

Jaz knew that the other girls in the shop didn't wear skirts and, bright girl that she was, quickly realised that this was a way of replacing the shorts in the extra cash earning department.

She didn't say anything, just bit her lip and slipped away.

Ted wasn't sure if he hadn't gone too far but as the week days went by without a call from an angry father he became more and more sure that Jaz would be there on Saturday and more and more excited about the prospect of her up a ladder in her skirt!

Sure enough, when he wandered into the store room a little after 7.30 on the Saturday morning Jaz was busily sorting through the veg pallet wearing her blue uniform polo shirt and a similar coloured skirt. He coughed to announce his arrival and Jaz stood and turned towards him before doing a little curtsie.

Ted laughed "very good. How did you manage to match the colour so well?"

"Luck" she smiled back "it's my netball skirt."

"umm well I can't have you getting it mucked up. I'll have to see about supplying a uniform skirt for you."

"ok" she said

He left her to her work and returned a little after 9.00. 

"Right young lady, are you ready for a bit of customer interaction? That's till work" he said when he recognised her puzzled expression.

"Yup, ready when you are." She answered.

"Ok then, just one thing left here before we go out into the shop then. Can you nip up and grab a carton of crisps from up there please." He pointed to the highest shelf. "I'll hold the ladder."

She had expected something of course but now, knowing full well that he would be looking right up her skirt as she climbed up, she hesitated. She didn't hesitate for long though and soon moved towards the steps. 

Ted kept his eyes level as she climbed. He watched the polo shirt slip up past him, saw teh skirt come into view and then he held his breath as the pale skin above her knees rose to eye level. Two rungs further and she was able to reach the carton. She had to reach up to do it of course and her skirt rode that little bit higher as she did so.

"Delightful girl" thought Ted as he realised that she was holding position for longer than she really needed to. He allowed his eyes to travel upwards and as soon rewarded by the glorious sight of white cotton stretched over beautifully taut buttocks.

All too soon she was starting back down though. Reaching the bottom of the ladder she grinned at Ted as she handed him the carton of crisps. 

"Is that what you wanted Ted?" she asked sweetly.

An hour and a half later and Jaz had quickly mastered the till and associated mechanics. She learned quickly and pretty soon was able to handle the till without supervision. Ted left her to work until noon and then had her relieved.

"Wait for me in the store room Jaz. I'll go get your pay packet." He said.

When he arrived he tossed the brown envelope to her with a flourish.

"there you go" he said " that's the normal pay plus an extra bonus for the evening work. Next week I'll add the extra 3 hours you have done this morning. Can I rely on you for the same shift next Saturday....I'm ok for Sunday tills at the moment."

"Sure thing Ted" she replied.

"Oh" he said "nearly forget the extra money for the ladder work"

She blushed as he handed her a crisp £20 note.

It was 2 more weeks before Ted finally received the uniform skirts that he had ordered. To keep everything on an eve keel he had offered skirts or trousers to all of his staff. Jaz was the only one to choose skirts, although, come to think of it, he had forgotten to actually ask her what she would have preferred.

It was the Sunday morning when he arrived in the store room, parcel in hand.

"uniform skirts have arrived Jaz" he stated. "I just need you to try them on to make sure that they fit. Ok?"

"What now?" she questioned a little suspiciously.

"Well now is good for me Jaz, c'mon, don't be shy."

It took a few seconds for her to process the concepts and arguments. Over the past 2 weeks she had been up the store room ladder 3 or 4 times. Each time Ted had been careful to hold the ladder steady. Nothing had happened and if she changed into the skirt now he wouldn't be seeing anything new. 

Decision made she took the parcel from him, pulled out one of the skirts and held it in front of her.

Her netball skirt wasn't overly long, finishing a coupe of inches above her knee. The uniform skirt was a couple of inches shorter again.

She looked at Ted. "Do you think this is long enough?"

"I'm sure it will be fine. After all, you don't want something that will get in the way in here do you."

With a theatrical sigh she unbuttoned and unzipped her netball skirt. Stepping out of it she half turned away from Ted before grabbing the uniform skirt and tugging it into place. Fastening the side clasp she was pleased to see that it was actually quite a nice fit if a little shorter than she would have expected.

Turning back to Ted she said "Well it fits ok. What do you think?"

He grinned at her "Nice legs" he said. "Best try the other one just to make sure that they are both the same size though."

She should have expected that and giggled at him as she undid the skirt and slipped it off. This time she took a little longer getting the second skirt sorted out and this time she remained facing her employer as she changed.

"Excellent" he said "now let's make sure that they're not too tight to work in. Grab a pack of tea bags of the top shelf for me will you? I'll hold the steps"

Jaz took her time climbing the ladder. Took even longer at the top "finding" the tea bags and then gradually climbed back down. When she got to ground level Ted was just a little flushed.

"Ted are you ok?"

"I'm absolutely fine thank you Jaz" he whispered hoarsely. "do you ever wear a thong?" he asked as he handed over 2 crisp £10 notes to the girl.

"I'm not even going to answer that" she replied and she grabbed her coat and left for home.

In fact, she didn't possess such a thing. She did, however, wonder how much briefer underwear might be worth in bonuses.

Towards the end of November Jaz achieved her 13th birthday. Despite her father now being in work again money was still less than plentiful and gifts were few. However, amongst the gifts was a novelty matching bra and panty set, given to her specifically by her father although obviously with the consent and probable planning of her mother.

They were a slightly off white satiny material with a delicate pink edging. Emblazoned across the front of the rather brief briefs was the slogan "no unauthorised entry" which her parents thought hilarious.

"I'll wear them you know" she said defiantly.

Her parents laughed, told her there was no point in having them unless she wore them and got on with the celebration tea.

Tea over Jaz gathered up her various gifts and dashed up to her room. The gifts were bundled in a heap onto her bed whilst she went back and shut the bedroom door. Turning back towards the bed she started discarding clothing and scant seconds later stood naked.

She rummaged through the pile of gifts and gift wrapping on the bed to find her underwear set and then rummaged around d her bedside cabinet to find scissors to remove those annoying plastic tags.

The panties were first. She slipped them on and relished the luxurious feel of the slinky material gliding along her skin. They sat high on her hips. The front and rear panels were brief triangles and the sides were no more than ¼ inch strips of cloth.

Finding the bra she was pleased to discover that it was both small and extremely adjustable. Even so, it gaped a little when she put it on and she was required to pad it out with a couple of tissues in order to properly fill the cups.

Only then did Jaz move to her wardrobe and open the door to reveal a full length mirror. She looked at her reflection and gave a sly grin. She allowed her eyes to travel up her long slender legs and realised how much longer they seemed now she wore high cut panties instead of the old coverall cotton briefs. Moving on she was even pleased with the way that her bra enhanced her breast area. She knew that she had a bit of growing to do in that department but the bra gave a hint of what might one day be!

Looking at herself in the eye she winked, tossed her shoulder length brown hair about and smiled broadly.

Moments later she was flicking through her wardrobe for her uniform. She tugged the polo shirt over her head and pulled the skirt into place before turning her back on the mirror. Then, straining to look at her reflection over her shoulder, she flipped up the back of her skirt to reveal a good two thirds of her bum cheeks as flesh.

"shit" she whispered to herself "Ted's gonna die."

It was a few days until she got the chance to test out her theory at the store.

Saturday morning she arrived bright and bouncy and go right on with the usual business of the veg pallet and the refreshing of the fruit and veg displays. That finished she turned her attention to the store room itself and started a general tidy up before her final sweeping of the floor.

As usual Ted arrived a little before 9.15 with her wage packet. As usual, after he had given her the wages he suddenly remembered something he needed off of the top shelf and, as usual, he promised to hold the ladder.

Jaz grinned at him and slipped up the ladder in her now expert way. She could almost feel his eyes burning into her legs as she climbed past his head and was then rewarded with a hushed "oh my god" as his view under her skirt became clearer. 

As was expected, she took a few moments locating the parcel of goodies asked of her but, unusually, this time she chose to part her legs a little, for balance she lied to herself. She could more than hear the intake of breath from below her. She could almost feel the air rushing past her knees.

Grinning broadly she clambered down the ladder and passed the box of crisps that Ted apparently wanted so badly to the stricken man.

He muttered his thanks, pulled out 3 £10 notes and gave them to Jaz who curtsied like the stage performer she was fast becoming.

Finally Ted spluttered out "I trust that you will be dressing as appropriately in the future young lady?"

"Naw, that was a rare event Ted" she replied "I only have one set like that."

"Set?" he queried

"Duh! Bra and panties to match." Jaz explained

"Shit! That I HAVE to see."

"No way Ted. I don't mind you sneaking peeks up my skirt once in a while but I'm not gonna just show you my undies whenever you ask."

Ted held a finger to his lips to encourage her to be a little more discreet before moving to the door and peering out into the dark of the corridor. Satisfied that nothing had been overheard he closed the store room door and turned back to Jaz.

"I'm sure that you understand that the private little arrangement that we have has to sty just that. Private." he started, Jaz nodded, "then please don't go shouting the odds at me when the shop is open and people might be about."

"Yeah, sorry Ted. Didn't think. You just shocked me a bit is all." Said the girl.

"Right then" he said "Could you do a couple of extra hours this evening. We need to sort out this store room so it can be used a little better."

Jaz looked at him suspiciously.

"What?" he asked

She shook her head as if to clear it. "Ok Ted, what time?"

"about 7.00 for a maximum of two hours, can you come?"

"I'll be there unless Mum or Dad says no in which case I'll give you a call."

"Great! She you later Jaz."

Just on 7.00 that evening, about half an hour after the shop had closed Jaz banged on the rear door. Ted opened it promptly.

"Hi Jaz, good that you could come."

"No probs" she said 

Ted explained that he wanted to clear all the shelves, especially the high ones and resort the stock so that it was easier to find and get at. He also explained that, starting next week, Jaz would be moving to work in the main shop and that a new boy would be responsible for the store room. This meant a pay rise and extra hours if she wanted it but would mean that every now and then she might be asked to help out with something like this.

Before Ted asked if she wanted the new role Jaz was jumping up and down like a demented monkey saying thanks.

"Right then" said Ted "you'll be the one clambering about on the ladder and I'll sort stuff on the floor."

Jaz giggled out loud "kinda expected that".

"Good, well if you're ready we better make a start.......best you slip out of the uniform though. We don't want it getting all dirty and dusty."

Jaz flashed him a look of fire. Ted stared back.

When she didn't move he said "your choice. I can do this on my own over a couple of nights if needs be."

Jaz thought a few seconds more, undid the only button she had done up on the polo shirt and tugged it up and over her head. She stood defiantly in front of Ted for a second or two before reaching for the clasp and zipper for the skirt, lowering it to the ground and stepping out of it.

Ted noticed the writing on the front of her panties.

"Hold still" he said "I have to know what that says."

With that he got to his knees in front of the teenager and read out loud "No unauthorised Entry!"

He stood up, smiled at the girl and said "You're a peach you know. A real peach."

They worked for the next 2 hours. Well Jaz worked the whole time but she often found Ted staring at her when she turned around.

His three favourite sayings that evening were

"Nice bum"
"Nice legs"
"Great Body"

Hers were

"Ted!"
"Jeez"
"Perv"

At the end of the evning Ted promised that next weeks pay packet would include the extra time given tonight and a bonus for after hours work. He then handed her another £30 cash "for being kind to an old man"

The following week Jaz moved out of the store room and into the main shop. Despite her lack of years she quickly proved herself more than capable and as hours became available Ted offered her more and more regular time.

Their periods in the store room were rare now. Jaz was fairly certain that Ted didn't have the same relationship with Will James who had taken her place, although seeing Will hot and sweaty in the mornings as she came through the back door she was quite certain that she wouldn't mind getting to know him a little better.

Will was almost 2 years older than Jaz and didn't seem to notice her. In fact he didn't mix with many of the shop staff. He did his work and left on time.

Ted had missed the brief encounters but not the negative effect on his bank balance. He felt a little more in control now, although he knew he would have to work harder to find an excuse to get the little minx on her own he felt sure he could arrange it when the mood took him. Apart from anything else, the need for extra planning meant that he was more controlled and less likely to give in to the temptation of breaking the unwritten rules that had grown with their relationship.

On the other hand, whilst Jaz had more than enough cash to cover the cost of the trip to France at Easter, she was missing the extras. She too realised the difficulty of enticing the man to part with cash in front of a crowded shop and realised also that she would just have to take her opportunities as they arose.

One Saturday in February one of the other lads called in sick. Ted couldn't find anybody to fill the shift and so resigned himself to covering the second till himself. That at least meant that he would be close to Jaz and would have the opportunity to flirt a bit and embarrass the poor girl half to death with lewd comments when the shop was quiet.

The only sight to come close to her in that matching brief and panty set was when she turned beet red because of an image he had placed in her mind.

During a quiet period just after 2.00 they were both sat at the tills. The day had been quiet and between them they had cleared all of the little odd jobs that can be done whilst the shop is open. Ted sent the only other girl, Susan, off to the Store Room to see if she could find anything to do back there and he was reasonably confident that at this very moment she would be hanging out of the rear door smoking one of the illicit cigarettes that she stole from the shop every weekend.

"What you wearing?" he hissed at Jaz

"Clothes" she shot back

"What clothes...exactly?" he asked

Jaz sighed theatrically.

"Well I have this blue uniform polo shirt and a matching uniform skirt."

"uh huh" he said "what else?"

She thought for a moment. 

"well um....trainers, white socks and underwear."

"Describe the underwear."

"I'm wearing a matching set that you might have seen around somewhere" she said

"Nice" he said "show me"
"Ted. We're in the shop!"

"Yup and we're the only ones in the shop. Lift up your shirt."

Jaz looked around to make sure that no small child was hidden between the aisles, or possibly to gain a little thinking time before slowly lifting her shirt to show off the satiny bra. She no longer seemed to need the tissues as the last few months had seen something of a growth spurt in the breast area. She was by no means well endowed but she did, at least, fill the small cups on the current bra.

Ted licked his lips "Coming along nicely I see."

Jaz blushed furiously and tugged her shirt back down into place.

He laughed. "C'mon then. Show me the rest."

Her eyes flashed but she stood so that he could see her over the top of the low counter and lifted her skirt to reveal the well know words. At his command she turned around and at a further instruction wiggled her cute buns at him. 

She sat down hurriedly as the door opened and the warning buzzer announced the entrance of one or more customers.

Still, at the end of the day an extra £20 was in her pocket as she walked home.

Just before the trip mother and daughter had one of those girly chats. The ones where mum doesn't know how much daughter knows and daughter just wants mum to shut up about it and then they giggle together and fall about laughing at something totally ridiculous. By then end of the chat, though, mum was content that Jaz had her head screwed on the right way and could generally be considered trustworthy and Jaz had persuaded mum that she was really old enough for a little more grown up underwear. Do a mother and daughter combination really need a huge excuse for a shopping expedition?

The following Saturday Jaz arranged to work only until 10.00 and then she and mum were of to the city for girly stuff and things that might conceivably, just conceivably, be needed by a teenage girl on an exchange trip to France.

At one point mum caught daughter looking at thongs.

"Do you want one of those?" she asked

"umm dunno. They look a bit uncomfortable but some of the girls at school wear them."

"Well" said mum "I tried one years ago and didn't get on with it, but some people love them. You can have one if you like but we won't tell dad. Ok?"

Tryst spoken and agreed the girls giggled all the way to the checkout with the illicit item.

Dad greeted them on their return. He was happy to see them enjoying each others company and happy to be able to afford to tell his wife just to go out and spoil the girl. He was proud of his daughter who had worked so hard to contribute half of the money for the trip and, despite the occasional row during the black times, he was proud of the way his wife had made things work when there really was no spare cash.

"Well what did you get then?" he asked eyeing the various brand names on the sides of the bags.

"We got a few bits, mainly undies, but we did get a swimsuit, some jeans and a couple of tops." Said mum.

Dad grinned "Am I broke then?"

"No" said Jaz "We were very restrained."

He laughed again "Ok then, fashion show."

Jaz hurried upstairs with the bags, quickly sorted and hid the thong and then slipped into the jeans and one of the tops.

Two more trips between bedroom and lounge and she announced her arrival with a "Taa Dah!"

"Very nice choice ladies" said her father "what's next?"

"That's it" said Jaz "unless you expect me to parade around in my undies...."

"No, but I thought that I might get a glimpse of the swimsuit."

"Oh, ok." And off she scampered again.

The swimsuit was a fairly conservative green two piece. The bottoms were all encompassing, much like her earlier white cotton knickers had been and the top was more of a halter exercise top than a bra top. Still Dad was unsure about the two piece and had to be convinced by his ladies that this was anything but revealing.

The next day, Sunday, Jaz was working as usual. Ted had popped in to the shop a couple of times but there were always more staff than shopper and he hadn't been really needed.

Jaz was due to finish her shift at noon and that would be the last shift for 3 weeks because of the trip. She gathered up her stuff and headed for the rear door through the store room. She really wanted to see Ted before she went, so she dawdled in there for a bit, tidying here and there until he finally turned up.
"Hey Jaz. I though that you'd finished for the day."

"Yeah I have but.....well.....I won't see ya for a few weeks and wanted to say goodbye....anyways Will doesn't keep this place as tidy as I used to."

"No" said Ted "Nobody ever tidies like Jaz! Whilst you're here, as your legs are younger than mine, would you mind popping these spare till rolls up onto the rack for me?"

"Ok" she replied "where d'ya want them?"

"Top shelf, over in the corner. I'll hold the ladder."

Jaz grinned at him and mouthed the word "perv". Ted looked suitable shocked and hurt and then grinned back as they both moved towards the steps in the far corner.

Setting her coat on the counter Jaz took the box of till rolls under one arm and started up the steps. She had found the thong reasonably comfortable after the first few minutes and was interested to know the effect that it might have on the unsuspecting Ted.

She soon found out.

A sharp intake of breath and a mumbled "fuck a duck!" and she guessed that she had climbed high enough. She stopped at the top of the steps.

"Uh Ted" she called out "are you sure that it's a good idea to put these up so high. I mean what if they are needed in a hurry?"

Ted spluttered his reply. "yes, yes quite right. Silly of me. Best bring them back down. Slowly now. No sense in hurrying."

Gaining firm ground once more she turned to Ted. "Just so you don't forget me whilst I'm away." She hissed.

"I doubt that I could ever forget you young lady" he replied "now, those till rolls. Could you slip them under the counter over there for me. They should be quite easy to reach on ground level."

"Aye, aye sir" she said moving across the room with the box.

She was aware that Ted was close behind her and made a big show of bending from the waist, keeping her legs straight as she could to place the small box on the floor. There was a sudden draft as her skirt flicked up above her waist exposing her almost uncovered arse to the room. She went to straighten up but a hand in the small of her back encouraged her to stay put.

"Young lady. In all the months that you have worked here have I never told you how to life and carry items. You should bend at the knee. After such a display it is important that you take time to allow the body to recover before moving. Ideally, you should let an experienced lifter check your muscles for you."

"Fat chance Ted".

"Umm...." He mused "worth a try. Might you just rest there a moment whilst I drink in the sight then."

Jaz stayed put, bent double arse in the air and skirt wrapped around her waist for what seemed like an eternity. Eventually the backs of her legs started to ache and she slowly straightened up, allowing her skirt to fall back into place.

"So" she said accusingly "just how did my skirt get lifted up?"

"Must have been a gust of wind from the back door" replied Ted

Jaz eyed the firmly shut rear door as Ted slipped several notes into her waiting hands. 

"Have a good time in France my lovely. Hurry back and share the goodies with Ted." And with that he ushered her out of the back door.

France was interesting. More than interesting.

Several years were involved in the French exchange and although it was the first time for Jaz and her compatriots there were many older pupils who had been involved in the exchange for a good few years.

On arrival in the little French town that was to be home for the next 10 days Jaz was introduced to her host family and her personal exchange student Suzette. They were still introducing themselves in a combination of halting French and broken English when another boy, who Jaz took to be Suzette's brother pushed through the group and warmly shook the hand of his exchange student, Will James.

Will barely acknowledged either Jaz or Suzette as he babbled away in very good French to Laurent.

The family were soon on route to the nearby house which would be home for their stay. It was a large 3 storey affair in a terrace of other town houses.

On the ground floor was a garage alongside the main entrance door which led to a hallway which, presumably, ran the length of the garage, before opening into a hall with tables and storage. Behind that was a utility area and behind that a small shower room "far wen the mayne batroom is bizzy. Yes?" explained Suzette.

Stairs went up from the hall area.

At the front of the house was a kitchen/diner arrangement with a lounge area next to that. Then there was another bathroom and then a substantial bedroom belonging to Suzette's parents.

Further stairs took them to the top floor with three further bedrooms and a bathroom.

Suzette explained, slowly, that they would be sharing a room as theirs was the largest and that her brother and Will would have a room each.

The boys had already ensconced themselves into one of the rooms and light hearted chatter pierced the closed door. Suzette led the way into her room, showed Jaz which bed was to be hers and where she could put stuff before sitting on her own bed and chatting quietly as Jaz unpacked.

By the time they were called for food the girls were getting along very well.

The time in France was divided between the families and few organised events.

For the organised events the English pupils would meet up and visit museums, art galleries and, on one memorable for all the wrong reasons day, a fish market.

The rest of the time was spent being part of your host family. 

For Jaz and Suzette that gave plenty of time and freedom as both parents were at work during the week days. At the weekends the parents felt obliged to take their expanded family on day trips. Those trips were in two cars because of the numbers involved and tended to be boys in one car and girls in the other. The trips were not particularly memorable.

On the occasional wet gloomy day the four would sometimes bump into each other in the house and once even sat down to chat, play cards and chat some more. It was at this time that Jaz started becoming attracted to Wills as a person rather than just a nice looking male body.

The attraction seemed to be two way. Suddenly Will started treating Jaz like a human rather than an annoying bug and they found, much to their amazement that they had other things in common other than working at the same shop at the weekends.

They had a similar taste in music, both preferred dogs to cats, both hate cheese and onion crisps and both had taken jobs to help pay for this exchange trip.

Nothing happened in a physical sense you understand, but by the end of the stay they each knew that they had potential as a couple.

They didn't even get to spend time together on the return trip. The French exchange students were travelling back with them and so, naturally, Will spent his time mucking around with Jacque and the other boys of their age, whilst Jaz introduced Suzette to her own friends from school.
The French part of the exchange lasted for 8 days, finishing on a Wednesday afternoon when the sun finally shone to say goodbye to the French students.

Jaz and Suzette promised to write (possibly) promised to email (more likely) and promised to chat on msn (no doubt about it). They also promised to both do the exchange again next year and then it was time to board the coaches and Jaz waved a fond farewell to France and the French for a further period.

Saturday came and Jaz pulled open the rear door to the shop. Entering the store room she could smell sweat and wrinkled her nose as she looked around.

There was Will, stripped to the waist, heaving sacks of potatoes, rice, tinned goods - you name it, from one side of the room to the other.

He stopped and straightened up as she approached. Noticing the quizzical look he started to explain between breaths.

"umm...drainage problem. This part of the room has to be dug up....so all the gear has to be moved.... Ted offered me extra to stay until it's finished....he had to go to town......friend in hospital....couldn't get anybody else to do extra hours..."

Jaz looked him up and down and then looked at the area that had to be cleared.

"I finish at 1.00" she said "if you still need help I'll hang on and give a hand then."

"Cheers Jaz...reckon I'll be here `til midnight on my own."

The morning went quickly and the shift finished bang on time with her replacement arriving a few minutes early. Jaz told the other staff that she would be helping in the store room, accepted their assurances that Ted wouldn't pay her if he hadn't ask her and then made a quick phone call home.

By 10 past 1 she was in the store room surveying the scene.

Will had actually managed a great deal during the morning and there were only a few sections of shelving to be cleared before they could start dismantling the shelving itself.

They worked well together, giggled a lot, threw the odd mouldy vegetable escapee at each other and generally thoroughly enjoyed themselves.

By 4.30 the shelving was down, in sections at least, and there was no good reason why work couldn't start on the drains as soon as. 

Jaz slipped back into the shop, grabbed a couple of cokes shouted to the girl on the till that she would settle up later and disappeared back to the store room.

The two teens sat on the floor opposite each other as they slurped at the cans of cold coke.

Will was streaked with dark stains where the sweat had run down his torso and he carried a healthy sheen which served to highlight the young muscles within. Jaz couldn't help but stare.

"What" shouted Will "What you staring at?"

Jaz came out of her reverie, winked and said

"Nice bod!"

Will chuckled.

"Well Jaz, if that's the way you wanna play......nice panties!"

It hit her instantly. She was sat opposite the boy, knees raised and her skirt covered nothing of value. She didn't move though.

"A gentleman shouldn't be looking" she stated.

"As I understand" said Will "to be a gentleman, under English law, you have to be of voting age. I'm only 15, I'm allowed to look up a girls skirt if she insists on flashing me."

"Will James! I am not flashing you I am simply relaxing in a way which doesn't become a skirt. You'd know it if I flashed you...."

"Point taken. I have much to learn" he replied "any chance of you showing me what I should look out for?"

"Maybe another time when you're not quite so ..... smelly!"

The laughed easily together and then cleaned up a bit, finished their drinks and walked part way home together.

The following day, Sunday, Ted greeted her like a long lost friend. 

"Hi Jaz, great to see you. Sorry I wasn't here yesterday."

"No worries Ted, how's the friend doing?"

"Ah, on his way out I think. Heart failure. Seemed he held one too many ladders for pretty girls."

She punched him on the shoulder and went on towards the corridor that divides the shop from the store room.

"I heard how much you helped out yesterday Jaz" his words trailed after her. "I'll make sure your pay packet covers the time."

"Cheers Ted, I knew you'd sort me out."

"Oh the temptation little one!"

"TED!"

"Sorry Jaz, catch you later."

The store room was a mess for another two weeks. The drain problem was bigger than just a drain and the foundations of the old building had to be significantly reinforced with a divert of a newly discovered underground stream adding to the delays.

"JAZ" yelled her mother up the stairs. "Telephone."

Slipping into her parents room to use their extension Jaz picked up the receiver.

"Hello"

"Hi Jaz, Ted here."

"Hi Ted, how you doing?"

"I could do with some extra time to try and get the store room sorted now the builders have gone. Are you doing anything Monday? I know it's a bank holiday but well, I can shut the shop and we can get a lot done."

"Dunno Ted, I'll ask if the wrinklies have got any plans. I'll ring you back."

Jaz went down to the kitchen where her mother was preparing food and her father was sat chatting about their respective days whilst peeling potetaoes.

One or two questions about school work, fun time etc and they gave their permission for her to work the extra day.

Jaz rang Ted back.

"Ted, `smee. I can do Monday, anybody else volunteered?"

"That's great Jaz - thanks. The only other volunteer is Will. I haven't told him we're on yet because I might have to go into town again an didn't want to leave him with the keys."

"He's older than me Ted" said Jaz

"Yeah he's older, but is he wiser? Is he prettier? Do I trust him as much?"

Jaz laughed. "So what's the town trip for then?

"Well I hope I don't have to but If matey boy takes a turn for the worst then I'm down as next of kin and might have no choice."

"k, I understand Ted. Count me in I'll take charge if I need to."

Monday dawned dark and miserable. Will and Jaz met as they walked towards the shop just after 8.30. Ted greeted them as they arrived and suggested that they just get stuck in.

"Listen guys" he said to the two youngsters "I really appreciate this. It's interesting to see who will and won't help out in a crisis. I won't forget this."

"OK. Enough o the sermon Ted. We're here cos we like working for you, cos you're gonna pay us and cos we're gonna steal your stock for lunch!" said Jaz matter of factly.

Ted and Will both laughed.

"You can help yourselves to food and drink as and when" said Ted "and yes I will pay you but it will be worth every penny if I can get this business working properly again."

"Just one thing" announced Will "I have to be gone by 3.00 we have family visiting."

"No worries lad" said Ted "I'll just get you to work harder until then!"

11.00 came and Ted disappeared down the corridor leaving the two teens fixing together the last section of shelving. Ted reappeared a few moments later with a selection of cold drinks and snacks.

"Time for a break kids. You earned it." He said

The three sat and chatted for the next 20 minutes or so as they consumed a selection of the cans and packets that Ted had brought in. Then they go back to work, this time organising the stock and redistributing it to take advantage of the newly reclaimed shelved area.

Ted got the call at 11.45.

"Sorry kids" he announced "he's dying. I have to be there. I'll be back as soon as I can but if you get bored beforehand just lock up and I'll catch up with later. I have a spare set of keys."

"Shit Ted, I'm sorry" said Jaz. Will muttered something similar before Jaz went on.

"we'll do alright for you. Don't worry. Ok?"

With a tear in the corner of his eye Ted waved his thanks at the teens and left them to it.

"Right" said Jaz "Let's get to work."

Will and Jaz stopped to eat at 12.30 and were back at work by 1.00. By 2.15 they had done a significant amount of work and Jaz called a halt for refreshments.

"Pity you can't stay on" she said to Will " we could get this sorted in another hour or two."

"yeah, I'd like to but family visits are family visits. Don't have a lot of choice."

"Naw I don't suppose you do" she said. "It's hot in here, d you plan to lo eth shirt and show me that body or does a girl just have to dream about such stuff?"

"Are you flirting with me Jasmine Bennet?" he asked

"Would I?" she questioned

He thought for a moment.

"I will if you will" he stammered out.

"Cheeky bugger" she said as her hands gripped the hem of her shirt and pulled it up and over her head to stand facing him in just a bra.

Will just stood and gawped.

"Don't just stand there Will, show me the goods." She said grinning from ear to ear.

Will quickly obliged and the two turned back to their work. It was a bit slower though because Will could hardly take his eyes of the girl and she, for all her nonchalance kept taking peeks at him.

"so" he said after the fluid had started to flow in his mouth once more, "why do you wear a skirt for uniform when everybody else wears trousers?"

"They had  choice" replied Jaz

"Yeah, but why did you choose a skirt/" he pushed

"Well" said Jaz thoughtfully "if I tell you it has to be a secret. I know I can trust you if you promise..."

the words hung in the air until Will realised that he was expected to respond.

"Yeah, Yeah, I promise. I mean what's the big deal?"
"No big deal" she replied "I just didn't get a choice."

"What's that mean. Sorry I don't understand."

"C'mon thicko" she teased "old Ted has a thing about looking at a girls legs."

"What....oh that's disgusting, he's ....he's old enough to be you father."

"Yeah or grandfather, but it's ok.... He only looks and he's really sweet."

Pretty soon it all spilled out. Jaz told him about the trying on of uniform with Ted in the room, the way he always held the ladder when she worked in the Store room and the way he would tease her to make her blush when nobody was around.

By the end Will was cool with the fact that Jaz quite enjoyed the attention and that she was certain that Te would never go too far. She hadn't told him about the extra cash handouts though.

By this time there was only about 15 minutes until Will had to leave.

"C'mon" he said "We've talked long enough. I don't have long left let's see how much we can finish before I go."

"Ok" said Jaz "It's your store room these days, what do you want where?"

A sly grin crept over the boys face.

"What?" queried Jaz

"Well" started Will "All those boxes and cartons need to go up on the top out of the way......I'll hold the ladder!"

Jaz stopped in her tracks, blushed furiously and realised that she had been backed into a corner. Making up her mind that she liked the boy she grinned back, grabbed the first carton and slowly climbed the steps. She had worn the thong today, primarily to say hello to Ted but hey it would be interesting to see what effect it had on boys her own age.

"Holy Shit!" was the answer she heard. "Do you always wear a thong?" screamed Will.

"No Will, not always. Are you unhappy?"

"Hell no!" exclaimed the excited boy.

Jaz stowed the carton and clambered back down the ladder. Will's hands were all over her before she hit the ground. His slick naked torso pressed against her own naked tummy, one hand clutching at her meagre breasts through her bra and the other speeding up and down her thigh to cup a buttock at 40 times per second.

She pushed him back far enough to let her get off the steps but then he was on her again. Her bra was pushed up above her breasts to expose her rapidly firming nipples and his lips clamped over the right one. She exhaled as his teeth grazed the sensitive flesh. She should stop him she knew. She really didn't want to.

She certainly didn't want to when his hands found the front of her panties and pressed between her outer lips. The feeling of warm moisture and the silky finish of the thong material was overwhelming. All sense was leaving her until she glanced at her wrist.

"Will" she whispered as he sucked her breast "it's five past 3....you have to go."

He pulled his lips away with a plop. His hands stayed under her skirt pressing into her most private of places whilst he thought the options through.

"Can we.....can we do this again?" he asked Jaz

In a rare moment of clarity during the haze she responded "what clear up the store room?"

Tension broken the teens recovered their composure and their shirts before Jaz let Will out the back door and locked it behind him.

She went back to her sorting but without much vigour.

The voice of Ted crashed in around her dreams.

"It's hardly surprising that you haven't finished work when you insist on brandishing your charms to spotty youths like that!" he stormed.

"Hhhhow long have you been back?" she stammered.

"Long enough to see you clamber up those steps eager to give the young buck a good look. Long enough to see you let him run his hands all over you, suckle your tits like a baby and grind himself into you like a rutting rabbit. Did you even wear underwear today?"

"Why are you angry Ted" she wailed "of course I'm wearing underwear, you've seen it all before, why is it ok for you to look at me and not Will?"

"Because young lady" said Ted calming down "I can control myself. I have never attacked you like some rabid dog."

"He didn't attack me" Jaz countered "Another time I might have let him go further. One day I might still but that is my business. Just like it's my business if I let a nice older guy perv over my body from time to time. My choice with people I like and people I trust."
Ted was shocked, stunned even.

"You ...um you like me? You trust me?"

Jaz blinked away the tears forming at the corners of her eyes.

"Stupid man. Do you think that I would have worked here half naked if I didn't like you enough to give you a treat. Do you think  would have done the same locked in a  closed shop with just the two of us if I didn't trust you?"

"Stupid huh, well maybe I am. Trust is Jaz, I just don't want to see you get hurt and   well boys that age are only after one thing."

"Maybe" said Jaz "but that particular boy could have got that one thing but chose to go do his duty at the family meal."

"True, I suppose" said Ted ruefully. "I think that you have done enough for today. The store room looks great. I owe you both big time. Let's not say anything else about this afternoon huh?"

"OK" said Jaz "I just wanna put this box away.....could you hod the ladder Ted!"

A huge grin spread across the older mans face. "My pleasure, my girl, my pleasure."

Jaz climbed to the top and deposited the box carefully. Opening her legs a little she called down to Ted.

"Satisfied that I'm wearing undies now Ted?"

"Oh delightfully satisfied, delightfully satisfied."

"Then help a girl down. I'm tired."

Ted's hands clasped her waist and gently lowered the teen to the ground. His hands stayed firmly attached to her waist and se stared into his eyes.

"Had a rough day Ted?"

The older man just nodded, his sorrow evident.

Jaz wriggled her arms between his and, grabbing the hem of her shirt whipped quickly up and off.

She winked at him. "Getting better?" she asked

"oh much better" he replied.
She took his hands, broke the vice like grip he had on her waist and pushed them away. Reaching to the side she found and undid the clasp to her skirt, lowered the zipper and let the remnants of her uniform fall away.

"Oh delightful child" said Ted as he stepped back to sit on one of the lower rungs of the steps.

She turned and pirouetted to give him full benefit of the brevity of her thong at the rear and allow him some quiet time to simply enjoy. When she saw that his eyes had closed briefly she stopped prancing and quickly undid the claps to her bar. Pulling it off she tossed it at Ted who came too eyes wide open as he brought the garment to his lips.

He drank in the sight of the near naked 13 year old shop worker for several moments.

"No more my dear. No More. My day has improved considerably and my heart may not take any further.......cheering up." He said with a glint in his eye.

"No worries old perv I wasn't about to let you see it all at once.....not today at least."

End....... To be continued? Who knows?





