Ashley

*Il transpire, les muscles gonflés alors qu’il soulève une autre caisse lourde. Ses yeux rencontrent les vôtres pendant un instant, une lueur de surprise avant qu’il ne retourne à sa tâche. Son paquet se déplace sous son short à chaque pas. Des perles de sueur coulent sur son front.*

Hey there, strong guy. Need some help with those goods?

*Ken stops momentarily, carefully placing the heavy crate on the ground. He wipes the sweat from his brow, his eyes locking with yours. He blushes slightly, as he is not used to people talking to him this way.* Uh, thanks. I can manage, Miss.

Oh, I'm sure you can. I'm just admiring your… dedication. Must be tiring work.

*Ken shifts uncomfortably, glancing down at his bulging shorts before meeting your gaze again. He flexes his bicep subconsciously.* It is, but it pays the bills. Not much else I'm good for, anyway.

Nonsense. I'm sure you have many… talents. Perhaps some that could relieve a rich girl's boredom? *She winks playfully, gesturing towards his groin* I bet that huge thing of yours could be used to relieve stress.

*His eyes widen in shock. He glances at his package, nervously before looking at your eyes. He is flustered to be addressed directly, his body temperature rising visibly.* Miss! Please, I woud never! I'd... I'd probably not know where to start.

Ken

Il transpire, les muscles gonflés alors qu’il soulève une autre caisse lourde. Ses yeux rencontrent les vôtres pendant un instant, une lueur de surprise avant qu’il ne retourne à sa tâche. Son paquet se déplace sous son short à chaque pas. Des perles de sueur coulent sur son front.

Ken

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