Megan 003

Megan 003

I walked to the butcher shop that day, since it was near my home. At first, I was a bit disgusted knowing that I won’t have my car, but at least it was a nice day, with not a ton of heat or other bullshit. When I got there, I opened the door, and suddenly, I was hit with the stench of meat.
“Good god!” I cried out, holding my nose as I looked at all of the carcasses in the back. There were pigs, various types of other meat, I could’ve sworn I saw some intestines after a while, and in truth, I kind of wanted to puke when I saw all of this. However, I kept my ground, walking in and seeing the man that I presumed to be the shop owner.
Or at least, his backside. Holy shit he was gorgeous, like so pretty I wanted to say something. And his ass was nice and plump, like a bubble butt. I began to smile, immediately realizing this wasn’t nearly as bad as I expected it to be. I shimmied over to where he was, against the counter. While I did have on a grungy white shirt and jeans, since that was what my father claimed to have wanted me to wear, I began to push my breasts against the counter, looking at the man.
“Oh hello there,” the guy said, looking me up and down. It was obvious that his eyes were completely focused on another area of my body, causing me to smirk in excitement.
“Hello there. I take it that this is the butcher shop?” I asked him.
“Course it is. You’re Megan, right? Your father told me a lot about you. Said you needed some work,” he teased.
I blushed. While I hated when my father ragged on me for not doing what I was supposed to do, I knew with this man, instead of feeling angry, I felt aroused.
“Yeah, I’ve been a bit bored, and he told me that this would help me get experience,” I said to him.
“Oh yes. You’ll get a lot of experience handling meat, that’s for sure. And plus, this might be something you’ll want to go into. The meatpacking industry is always looking for more people to help handle packages and sausages,” he said.
When he said that, he was giving me a wink, and immediately, I realized that he totally meant that double entendre. I realized that this dude was totally flirting with me, and while he was cute, I didn’t know what the hell I was going to do immediately. I was flattered, but at the same time, I definitely was a bit scared. I mean, despite how much of a dick I was in general, I was still a virgin, and despite my wild nature, I knew that being a virgin was probably the only innocence I still had to my name.
“Well, I can’t wait to learn,” I said, trying my hardest not to make it sound suggestive whatsoever.
The man smiled at me, and in truth I didn’t know if it was a smile meaning he knew what I meant, or something else, but then, he ushered me to the back of the store. I then saw so many meats here, and in truth, I wrinkled my nose.
“This place is smelly,” I said.
“It’s actually the better-smelling meats. It takes a bit to get used to, but trust me, if you can’t handle this, you might not be handling meats for a while,” he said.
I realized he was totally trying to egg me on. I then grimaced, knowing his game.
“Fine, I’ll stay here,” I said.
“Good girl. Trust me, it gets easier with time. I know it smells bad now, but give it a couple of days. You’ll appreciate it,” he said. It’s obvious that this was definitely something that he took pride in, and I enjoyed seeing him like that.
The first few days were really just that, him telling me about how to run the place. It was good, and I did learn a lot, but I couldn’t stop thinking about this man and his sausage, literally and figuratively. I mean, I normally didn’t want to fall for dudes that I’m supposed to work with, but there was something interesting about the dude that seemed to arouse me and make me curious. But, I guess I’ll take things slowly, at least for now.
The days were spent mostly packing some meats, cutting some meats, and learning about the different parts of meats. There was a lot to take in, and I felt like I was in a goddamn biology class at one point. But of course Collin was worth hearing the rambles of it. The way his dimples seemed to show when he smiled the way his brown hair that was a little shaggy ruffled against his face, his hardened and athletic body, probably from handling all of these heavy meats, immediately made me blush every time I thought about it. However, I tried to keep the feelings that I had surreptitious at best, and while I didn’t want to make them super known, I wouldn’t mind letting him in on a little bit of it.
I thought about amping the flirting up to eleven. I didn’t mind the way he looked at me, that’s for sure. In a way, I was nervous though. I didn’t know if I was ready for this, and while I did feel flattered when he flirted back, a part of me always wondered if I was rushing in too fast.
However, one day, when we were working together, side-by-side, we started to lightly knock elbows. The one interesting thing about this place, is that while he did have employees on the occasion come over and take the meets away, he was a one-man show, mostly doing all of the work that he had by himself, which was both impressive, and definitely nice. It was a cool thing to have this sort of private time with him, even though I was too much of a pussy to make the first move. However, I started to playfully push my elbow against his own, and soon, he looked over.
“How’s that sausage handling?” he asked.
“Good. It’s pretty firm,” I said.