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Running. There were some consequences of a brisk jog that Sienna always could rely on. Firstly, it always made her sweat, of course, and she secretly enjoyed the way the salty, sticky perspiration pasted her running top and leggings to her skin. Second, there was always that heady, invigorating rush in her brain from endorphins released through physical exertion, giving her a charge throughout her entire body. Thirdly, it always made her feel strong, not like an ox per se, but more like feeling emboldened by a sense of accomplishment that left her wanting and ready to take on more, more, more.Then, there were other side effects that tended to occur from time-to-time. Tonight, for instance, it made her feel horny. Very, very horny. Perhaps it was all the aforementioned effects combining together in a perfect mix of libidinous brain candy that she just needed to suck on, but she was feeling a little antsy and randy even before her run.Restlessness had pulled her from her bed at 3:45 a.m. in the form of a prickling tingle that crawled under her skin. She didn’t fight it. By 4:00 a.m. she had already exchanged her nightshirt and panties for a tank top and stretch shorts that hugged her skin like plastic wrap, and was outside pounding the pavement in her beaten running shoes at a quick pace. It was a humid night and it didn’t take long for her skin to become all shiny with trails of sweat streaking down her face, neck and back.The heat, the activity and the solitude of the night played tricks on her mind, freeing it to wander to those neural regions where naughtier thoughts and cravings were so pervasive. For approximately the last fifteen minutes of her five-mile run, she indulged in these tempting daydreams which served to spike her heart rate and quicken her pace. She was rewarded with a surge of those sweet, sweet endorphins, pushing her through the mental wall and feeding those burgeoning desires.Her route was not unplanned, despite the impromptu decision to go for a run. After jogging through the neighbourhood, she made her way onto the main street, running briskly by the darkened, closed shops and offices that lined the avenue. At the end of the road was the only open business, a 24-hour convenience shop. From a hundred meters away, she had set her sights on the dull-grey glow of the lights from within and charged hard towards it like a moth to the flame.It wasn’t a thirst for refreshments alone that compelled her.She pulled up just outside the doors, huffing and puffing, hunched over, hands on her knees. Little splashes blotted the pavement beneath her as sweat rolled down her face and dribbled off her chin and nose. She smiled, pleased with herself. Good run. Time for a little reward.Standing upright, Sienna inhaled deeply and exhaled a steady stream of hot breath from her pursed lips. She swept her fingers through her damp hair, readjusted her ponytail and shook out her arms and legs before opening the door and striding inside, confident and etlik escort tall. It was only slightly less heated in the store, the noisy, exhausted A/C churning out air that was more musty and mild rather than a cool, fresh blast. As she walked along the front of the store toward the middle of three aisles leading to the back, her cat-like eyes strayed towards the service counter, only a glance, but long enough to recognize and connect with the young man standing behind it. “Hello, ‘John’,” she said with a coy smile as she turned sharply and walked down the aisle away from him.“Hello, Ms.Sienna,” he replied.‘Ms. Sienna’. She grinned and giggled to herself. It reminded her of the way her Grade 4 students referred to her at school. So polite, yet, she was pretty sure she felt his eyes affixed on her spandex-covered ass as she walked with a deliberate wiggle of her hips to the back. That wasn’t so polite, but she kind of liked it… a lot.Truthfully, she knew his name really wasn’t ‘John’. The owner of the store was a cheapskate who invested in only one grimy name badge which was passed along to the rotating door of young men –often foreign-exchange college students– who did the overnight shift (ie. the ‘shit shift’). ‘John’ was about as generic a name the owner could come up with so that any poor schmoe could wear it. The fellow currently behind the counter was at least the fifth ‘John’ that Sienna had introduced herself to over the past year, though, with that Latino accent of his, she suspected he was more likely to be a ‘Juan’ rather than a ‘John’.Whatever his name, with his good looks –olive skin; a tall, lanky frame; dark green eyes; long wavy hair– and amiable, borderline flirtatious attitude, she was certainly appreciative that this current iteration of ‘John’ had decided to stick around longer than most of the others.Sienna took her time strolling down the aisle, running her finger along the shelves cluttered with packages of processed “food”. She wasn’t seriously considering any of it, but she knew her lingering allowed John ample time to ogle her butt and legs. “Hot night out there,” she called out again.“Yes,” he said, “reminds me of home.”“Home? Oh, yes, Argentina,” she noted, recalling a previous brief conversation she had with him. “Home of the Tango.”“I’m actually from the city where the dance originated: Buenos Ares,” he replied.“Is that so?” Sienna said, a curl on the edge of her lips. She enjoyed how he leaned hard into his accent inflecting a slight growl as he rolled that ‘r’ sound with his throat and tongue. She approached the refrigerated area, opened the door and inhaled deeply, sucking in that familiar coolant smell, artificial yet somehow oddly invigorating. Though it was completely unnecessary, she leaned forward to peruse the drink offerings on the lower rack, propping her butt back, still certain of the pair of eyes trained on it. Cold air wafted across her face, neck and shoulders, cooling keçiören escort the sweat on her skin and clothing.She selected a generic bottle of water and then an ice cream bar from the next door freezer. As she pivoted around, she noticed John immediately raise a book in front of his face. “What’cha reading?” she asked as she made her way back to front, though she knew that for the last couple of minutes his attention hadn’t been on the words on the pages. At least the book wasn’t upside down, she thought, giggling to herself.John showed her the cover of the book, an Economics text. “Taking Business in school?” she asked.He nodded.“Good for you,” she said, smiling with her tongue firmly pressed against her cheek. She arched a brow and glanced around the store. “Guess we all have to start from the first floor.”He shrugged and grinned. “More like the cellar.”She winked at him and said, “I meant that as a compliment. Good to get your hands dirty. It’ll make you appreciate your successes even more.”She couldn’t help letting her teacher instincts out sometimes.Sienna placed the ice cream on the counter, still holding the bottle of water.John asked, “Will that be all?”“Haven’t decided, yet,” she said. “How much for the water?”“Sixty-nine cents.”She grinned, chewing her lower lip as she did. She stepped back to give him a good view of her down to her shoes. Clamping the cold bottle between her thighs against her crotch –not a completely uncalculated act– she patted her butt, thighs and chest with her hands then held them aside and shrugged. Obviously, she hadn’t brought any money with her; her skin-tight clothing would have made clear the outline of any coins or cash on her person.“Care to barter?” she asked.John paused, staring at her with a coy smirk. Sienna had been in line before when John was at the counter and some kids in front of her were looking to buy some chips. They didn’t have enough cash, so he suggested “bartering”. When they asked what he meant, John folded his arms and said, “Entertain me. Show me a trick in trade for the chips.”The kids quickly clued in and did a couple of handstands, floor spins and leg kicks. It was silly but seemed to amuse the store clerk enough and Sienna, as well. When they started to yap like monkeys, John sent them on their way with their booty in hand. Sienna witnessed him barter a couple of more times with kids. It was clear he really didn’t care that the store was missing out on some paltry sales.“So?” Sienna prompted. John seemed to be stuck pondering if she was serious or not.“You’re not a kid,” he said.“No. No, I’m not,” she replied, hands behind her back, swivelling her hips side-to-side. “Thank you for noticing.”He folded his arms as he continued to eye her. It offered Sienna a good look at the mesmerizing tattoo sleeve covering his left forearm. Finally, John nodded. “Drink it.”She tilted her chin aside and peered at him from the edge of her narrowed eyes. She kızılay escort felt a twinge of disappointment. Part of her thought it a somewhat unimaginative suggestion, the other part realized John probably didn’t expect much for sixty-nine cents. He was a business student, after all. “What? You mean here?” she asked. “Now?”“Yes.” He nodded again at the bottle. “Here… in front of me. Drink.”Sienna frowned, then blinked. The way his eyes fixed upon her and how his lips had drawn into a sharp, slanted line was enough to convince her that he knew what he was asking for.“Okay,” she said.The cold plastic bottle was sweating with condensation that had built upon it from the warm air. Sienna pressed it against her cheek, closing her eyes and smiling. “Mmm. Nice,” she hummed.Unscrewing the top, she raised it to her lips and took a little sip. The cool liquid slipped refreshingly over her tongue and down her throat. Then, she tilted her head back and raised the bottle. With languid gulps, she drank, her eyes open and watching the clear water ripple and sway inside the bottle as the level sank. The store was silent save for the soft satisfying sounds of her swallowing. She hummed again and rivulets of water seeped from the edge of her lips down her chin and neck, and under the neckline of her halter top.With the water almost gone, Sienna decided at the last moment to spice things up. Darting her pink tongue thru the top, she lapped the remaining drops then sucked hard, her cheeks going sallow. After one last resilient gulp, she crushed the bottle in her hand and gasped as she pulled it from her lips.Spiking her brow, she turned her head to regard John. She could tell by the mesmerized look on his face that he was contemplating popping open his till to give her back some change.“Fair trade?” she asked with a coy grin.John mirrored her grin and nodded.Sienna eyed the counter. “So what about the ice cream?” He looked at the frozen treat, skewing his lips aside. “That’s kind of a premium item. Probably shouldn’t just give it away,” he sighed with his shoulders slumping. He seemed apologetic, inferring that small bags of chips and bottles of water were the limit to his bartering allowances.“Hmm,” Sienna replied, pouting. “Maybe a freezie?” John suggested. “Those are like fifty cents.”She rolled her eyes up and to the right as she thought about it. While she could probably have just as much fun consuming a freezie as she did the water, she really, really wanted that ice cream… among other things in the store.A devilish look darkened her eyes as she regarded John standing patiently behind the counter. Fixing him with a provocative gaze, she reached deliberately towards the counter. “No… no, I think I’d prefer the rich chocolatey and creamy taste of this ice cream,” she said as she picked up the confection, “and I’m more than willing to pay for it in trade.” John smirked and chuckled, shaking his head.Sienna slowly stepped back pointing upwards with her eyes towards the camera on the wall behind the counter. “Now, I know for a fact that the owner of this place is too cheap to actually have a working surveillance camera, so it’s all on you… John.”He watched in bemused silence as she made her way with unnecessary stealth towards the exit.
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