That is your nickname. You know who you are. Enjoy ;)
December 24th, just before store closing. We are chatting away, and the store is completely empty, except for you looking over your department, and me, the guy who has 100% of his attention on you. I am kneeling down, looking your way in silence. You are bent over at the waist and sorting out the arrow head packages on the shelves, pointing your ass directly in my face. I am literally 30 centimeters away from your skin tight jeans, wondering how the jeans are riding up so close up your crotch, outlining every curve of your sexy body. You continue to carry on the conversation of a well trained salesperson.
You answer me by saying that you are in fact not wearing underwear, and ask if I can tell, with a daring grin. I reply, "well yes I can. and I'm going commando as well!"
You peak back at me, but I continue to stare. You smile, and slide a foot out of your black boots, raising it towards me. You know I have a foot fetish, so you purposely removed your socks. I look down at your foot, and lick my lips. Seeing the soft shiny sole of your bare foot, I began to fidget, trying to hide my raging hardon.