“Don’t worry, I hate this job anyway!”
Without sliding out, I pulled her away from the wall, and put her down on a table that had a staggering amount of pieces of paper lying on top of it. Through a small gap, I could see her talking to the woman, pointing her in a certain direction. Her tongue piercing – I hadn’t even noticed she had one – flicked around the tip as her lips crawled all the way up the shaft. Building materials were everywhere, as well as boxes with tools, stacks of wallpaper, and all sorts of screws, nails, and other small things. I had not even started shopping, but the sight of this girl had me forgetting about that altogether. Her knees were on the stairs, her back was arched, her hands were reaching up to the edge of the machine, and I was behind her, leaning on her butt, getting in as deep as physics allowed me to.
