Damaged Goods by RiMac

Elaine sighed as she continued stacking the oranges, wishing something would happen to take her away from the boredom. Even the musical notes of the door chime announcing a new customer, failed to excite her or distract her from her task.

'Citrus sinensis.' She said to herself, as she placed the last orange on the pyramid.

Out of the corner of her eye, she could see that the new shopper was looking at the apples, and could also see just how attractive she was.

Elaine continued to gaze at the beautiful lady, until her eyes locked with those of the apple handler, and a blush crossed her face as she took a step back.

'Prunus persica,' Elaine mumbled under her breath. 'I must pack the peach display.'

Elaine tried to concentrate on her peach stacking duties, while surreptitiously keeping an eye on the striking customer, who was currently inspecting the rockmelons.

'God, it is so wrong to be jealous of those melons she is holding.' Elaine thought, as she watched the eye-catching woman firmly grip the melons, and give them a quick squeeze to check their ripeness.

Elaine couldn't take her eyes of the hands holding the melons, taking in the length of the fingers and the softness of the skin, when she realised that the hands had gone still. Raising her eyes slowly, lingering momentarily on breasts clad in a tight top, they came to a stop to find blue eyes glued to her chest.

Elaine gasped, her nipples instantly growing hard. The captivating brunette, realising she had been caught, gave an unapologetic smile and a quick wink, before quickly choosing a melon and going to pay.

Elaine continued to watch the flirtatious stranger as she paid for her goods and left the shop without so much as a backwards glance.

'She was hot.' Greg's comment stirred Elaine from her sizzling-hot-woman induced stupor. 'She was flirting with you too.'

With a final look at the door, Elaine replied, 'I doubt it Uncle Greg. A woman like that isn't interested in someone like me. I'm going to take a break now.'

Elaine quickly left through the side door.

"When is she ever going to realise, just what a catch she is." Greg said to himself, before turning to the next customer.

14/08/08

Today was the first time since beginning work at the fruit market that Elaine was looking forward to it. She kept one eye on the door, while still doing all her duties.

Half way through her shift, Elaine become aware of the alluring customer, and that she was sampling the cherries they had on show.

Elaine could only stare, as she watched the beautiful blue eyes close, and a look of concentration fell across the exquisite features as she savoured the taste of the fruit.

After what felt like hours to Elaine, the shopper opened her eyes, and after locking hers to Elaine's, brought out a knotted cherry stem.

'Fuck', Elaine whispered to herself, more turned on then she feels she should be.

The woman put the stem down and with another quick wink, left the store without buying anything.

Elaine walked over to the remains of the cherry and picked it up.

'FUCK.' She said again, mightily impressed with the strangers tongue skills, while secretly wishing she was a cherry.

Lying nearby on top of the grapes, a mobile phone started to ring, jolting Elaine out of her musings.

Elaine gingerly picked up the phone and handed it to her Uncle Greg.

'Why don't you answer it?' Greg inquired.

'I'm meant to hand in all lost property. So I'm just doing my job."

Elaine watched and listened as Greg answered the phone, having a quick conversation about picking the phone up the next day.

Greg hung the phone up and put it on a back shelf, before turning to Elaine and stating, 'It was her.'

'FUCK.'

21/08/08

The customer took a bite of a big luscious strawberry, allowing some juice to run down her chin. Elaine watched a droplet as it traversed her jaw, and nearly swooned at the sight of the pink tongue that slipped out in an attempt to catch the escaping nectar, before watching it slowly drop on the exposed cleavage below.

A hand with long elegant fingers, quickly stopped the juice from going further, and Elaine watched mesmerised as she watched the hand rise to her mouth, and proceed to lick the remaining juice off.

So caught up in her fantasies of licking juices from body parts, Elaine failed to notice that the customer had left, until a phone left lying beside the strawberries started to ring.

As Elaine handed the phone to her uncle again, he asks, 'Why don't you answer it this time.'

'No, No. I can't do that.' Elaine replied, before heading out the back entrance

After answering the call, Greg followed Elaine outside to catch her punching a crate of bananas.

'Instead of taking your anger out on my stock, why don't you do something with these,' Greg said handing her a box of rotten tomatoes.

Elaine picked up the entire box, and threw them at the nearby wall, watching the tomatoes explode on impact.

Greg just shook his head, 'Feel better now?'

'I think it helped.'

I'm glad. All I was suggesting was you threw them into the dumpster. But that was good too. But now you have to clean it all up.'

'FUCK.'

28/08/08

Elaine had stopped pretending she was doing any work, and was just watching her favourite customer wander through the aisles.

The woman didn't seem to know what she was looking for, until she came to a stop beside the box full of watermelons. She slowly picked one up, and inspected it.

After seeming to find it satisfactory, her eyes searched for Elaine's, and while maintaining eye contact with her, blatantly dropped the watermelon, not even shifting her gaze when the melon splits, throwing bits of fruit everywhere.

Greg casually leaned over the mike and said, 'Cleanup by the watermelons.'

With one hand stopping the teenage boy who worked part time after school, from doing what he was paid to do, he left Elaine with no choice but to head over to the mess.

'Hi.'

'Sorry about this, but when the phone thing didn't work, I had to try something else.'

'Huh.' Was the puzzled response from Elaine.

'I left my phone here on purpose in the hope I could talk to you. Your Uncle explained you were shy, so I thought this was the best way.'

Looks regretfully at the mess she created.

'It seems a messy way to meet a beautiful woman, but one does what she has too.'

Holding out her hand in greeting, she continued, 'I'm Freda.'

Elaine clasped the bigger hand in her, shivering at the sparks that travelled up her arm.

'I'm Elaine.' She returned.

'I know. I been trying to get info on you from your Uncle. I wasn't sure how to approach you.'

Elaine, with a surge of confidence, took Freda by the hand, and dragged her behind the pineapple display, away from the watching eyes of her uncle, and the teenaged boy who worked part time.

Before she could think about her actions, Elaine pressed Freda up against the lemon display, and fiercely kissed her with all she was worth.

Straight away, hands started roaming, exploring all they had been seeking for weeks. Hands wandered under the tight fitting red singlet, but it wasn't until she felt a hand beginning to unclasp her bra, that Freda started to push away from the delightful feelings Elaine was producing in her.

'Wait. Wait. I'm not having sex, surrounded by pineapples? and lemons.'

'Huh,' Elaine grunts distractedly, unwilling to remove her lips from Freda's neck.

'It's just too?' Freda struggled to find the right word, before continuing, 'Ok it is strangely erotic, but I think some privacy would be a good place to start.'

With a disappointed sigh, Elaine slowly removed her hands from under Freda's shirt, deliberately brushing the sides of her breasts as they came free.

Freda's eyes automatically closed and a soft gasp emanated from her lips.

'Not helping.'

After a pause to catch her breath, Freda continued, 'When you get off work, will you join me at my place?'

After waiting for an affirmative nod from a now silent Elaine, she pressed some paper into her hand and placed a lingering kiss on her cheek before heading toward the exit.

Before leaving, Freda had a quick word to Greg and slipped some money into his hand. With that she was gone.

'What just happened?'

'You got it on with a fiiine looking lady.'

Elaine blushes. 'Not that. It hasn't been that long that I've forgotten. I meant the money exchange.'

'Just paying for the damaged goods.'

For the next 15 minutes, Elaine kept a close watch on the time, and startled each time she heard the bell above the door go off, squashing the fruit she was meant to be packing.

'Have some pity on my poor fruit.' Greg said, as he watched another grape mash between her fingers. 'Why don't you leave early and?'

Before he could finish the sentence, Elaine had removed her apron and was already out the door.

Greg sighed and said to the staff member beside him, 'We better go check if we have any non-pureed fruit left to sell.'