Jason woke to the sensation of warmth and wetness enveloping his cock. His eyes fluttered open to find
Jessica beneath the sheets, her mouth working him with devoted enthusiasm. Morning light filtered
through the windows of the manager's suite, casting golden rays across the bed.
"Fuck, Jessica," he groaned, his hand finding her head through the blanket. "What a way to wake up."
She pulled off with a wet pop, emerging from under the covers with a mischievous smile. "Good morning,
partner. I wanted to make sure you were properly energized for our first official day."
Jason was already rock hard—his Endless Stamina meant he'd woken up ready to go, despite the
marathon session that had lasted until dawn. He pulled Jessica up his body and kissed her deeply, tasting
himself on her tongue.
"Get up here," he commanded, and she eagerly straddled him, positioning his thick cock at her entrance.
Jessica sank down onto him with a long, satisfied moan. "God, I'll never get used to how you stretch me.
How you fill every inch of me."
She started riding him slowly, her hips rolling in a rhythm that made Jason grip her waist. Her breasts
bounced with each movement, and he couldn't resist leaning up to take a nipple in his mouth.
"We have to open in an hour," Jessica gasped, but she didn't slow down. If anything, she rode him harder.
"Then we better make this quick," Jason said, though he knew "quick" was relative with his abilities. He
flipped them over, pinning Jessica beneath him, and started fucking her with deep, powerful strokes.
"Yes!" she cried out. "Fuck me, Jason. Fill me with more of your cum. I want to feel it sloshing inside me
all day while I work."
The dirty talk sent Jason over the edge. He slammed into her one final time and came hard, pumping
what felt like an impossible amount of seed into her already-full pussy. Jessica screamed through her own
orgasm, her nails raking down his back.
When they finally caught their breath, Jason pulled out slowly. His cum immediately started leaking from
her well-used pussy, but he was still completely hard.
Jessica laughed breathlessly. "Your Endless Stamina is going to ruin me. I love it."
They showered together—which led to Jason fucking her against the tile wall while hot water cascaded
over them—and finally got dressed for the day. Jason chose dark slacks and a button-down shirt that
Jessica had laid out for him, while she wore a professional skirt and blouse that somehow still managed
to show off her curves.
By 7:15 AM, they were downstairs. The other women had already arrived and were preparing their
departments. The store gleamed under the fluorescent lights, every shelf stocked, every display perfect.
Rachel was at her register, counting her starting cash. Tina was arranging a display of power tools near
the entrance. Hannah was in the grocery section, making sure the produce looked fresh and appealing.
Selene was at the customer service desk, reviewing return policies on her computer.They all looked up when Jason and Jessica descended the stairs, and Jason could see the immediate
effect of his Scent of the Owner. Each woman's pupils dilated, their breathing quickened, and faint
blushes spread across their cheeks.
"Good morning, ladies," Jason said with a confident smile. "Ready for our first official day?"
"Yes, Mr. Walker," they chorused, and the desire in their voices was unmistakable.
"The registers are ready," Rachel reported, adjusting her glasses. "I've got the main checkout, and the
other two are prepped if we need them."
"Grocery section is fully stocked," Hannah added. "I'm expecting good traffic in produce and dairy today."
"Hardware and outdoor are looking great," Tina said. "I set up a special display for the spring gardening
season."
"Customer service is ready for anything," Selene finished. "I've reviewed all our policies and I'm prepared
to handle returns and complaints."
Jessica squeezed Jason's hand. "I'll be floating between departments, helping wherever needed. And
keeping an eye on everything."
Jason nodded, impressed with their professionalism despite the sexual tension crackling in the air.
"Excellent work, everyone. Let's make today count. Remember, we're not just selling products—we're
building relationships with our customers. Treat everyone with respect and enthusiasm."
At exactly 7:30 AM, Jason unlocked the front doors and flipped the sign to "OPEN."
The response was immediate and overwhelming.
Customers flooded in—mostly women, Jason noticed, though there were a few men scattered
throughout. The women seemed drawn to the store like moths to a flame, and Jason realized his Scent of
the Owner was working on a broader scale than he'd anticipated.
Within minutes, the store was packed. Registers were ringing constantly. Women browsed the aisles with
flushed faces and bright eyes, many of them glancing toward Jason whenever he walked past.
"Excuse me," a young woman said, approaching him near the hardware section. She was maybe twenty-
five, with long brown hair and a sundress that showed off her figure. "Can you help me find something?"
"Of course," Jason said with his most charming smile. "What do you need?"
The woman's breath caught as she got closer to him, his pheromones hitting her full force. "I... I need...
um..." She seemed to forget what she was looking for, her eyes glazing over slightly.
"Take your time," Jason said gently.
"Light bulbs," she finally managed. "I need light bulbs. But now I'm thinking maybe I need other things too.
Do you have... everything here?"
Jason chuckled. "We have quite a selection. Let me show you to the light bulbs first, and then we can see
what else catches your eye."
He led her to the appropriate aisle, very aware of how she stayed close to him, how she "accidentally"
brushed against him several times. By the time he'd helped her find what she needed, she'd added at
least ten other items to her basket—things she clearly hadn't planned to buy.
"Thank you so much," she breathed, looking up at him with obvious desire. "I'll definitely be coming back.
Often.""We look forward to seeing you again," Jason said smoothly.
This pattern repeated throughout the morning. Women came in for one or two items and left with baskets
full of merchandise, all because Jason's presence made them want to linger, to find excuses to stay near
him, to please him by supporting his store.
The registers rang constantly. Rachel was handling a steady stream of customers, her fingers flying over
the keys. Jason noticed several women specifically choosing her line just to ask her questions about "the
handsome manager."
Around 11:00 AM, Jason was helping Tina restock some shelves when he heard raised voices from the
customer service desk.
"This is unacceptable!" a woman's voice rang out, sharp and angry. "I was clearly overcharged, and I
demand a refund!"
Jason looked over to see Selene at the desk, her expression professional but strained, facing down a
customer who was clearly causing a scene.
The customer was a striking Black woman in her early forties, light-skinned with curves that her tight red
dress emphasized dramatically. She had her hands on her hips, her body language aggressive, and she
was leaning over the counter toward Selene in an intimidating manner.
"Ma'am, I've checked your receipt three times," Selene said calmly. "Everything was charged correctly.
The prices match our system exactly."
"Are you calling me a liar?" the woman snapped. "I know what I saw on that price tag. This is fraud!"
Other customers were starting to stare. Jason could see Selene's composure beginning to crack under
the verbal assault.
Time to intervene.
Jason strode over to the customer service desk with confident, measured steps. "Is there a problem
here?"
The woman turned her anger on him immediately. "Yes, there's a problem! Your incompetent employee is
trying to—"
She stopped mid-sentence as Jason got closer, his Scent of the Owner hitting her like a physical force.
Her eyes widened, her pupils dilating dramatically. The aggressive posture melted away, replaced by
something else entirely.
"I... I..." she stammered, her hand going to her throat.
"Let's start over," Jason said smoothly, giving her his most disarming smile. "I'm Jason Walker, the
manager. And you are?"
"Donna," she breathed. "Donna Riddan." The anger had completely evaporated from her voice, replaced
by breathy desire.
"It's a pleasure to meet you, Ms. Riddan. Now, why don't you tell me what the issue is, and I'm sure we
can come to an understanding."
Donna's eyes were locked on his, and Jason could see the internal struggle playing out on her face—the
remnants of her anger fighting against the overwhelming attraction his pheromones were creating.
The attraction won."I... maybe I was mistaken," she said softly. "I thought... but perhaps I misread the tag."
"These things happen," Jason said generously. "Tell you what—why don't we discuss this in my office? I'd
like to make sure you leave here completely satisfied with your experience."
The double meaning wasn't lost on Donna. Her breath quickened, and she nodded eagerly. "Yes. Yes, I'd
like that very much."
Jason glanced at Selene, who looked relieved and knowing. "I'll handle this. You're doing great."