Till The End

By Victoria Blisse

Susan falls instantly in lust with a young student she employs to be one of the till staff at the supermarket where she is head of personnel. She is obsessed by him, but twice his age and convinced he could never be interested in her - that is, until the Works Christmas party proves differently... This excellent story, written by award-winning erotic author Victoria Blisse has been specially formatted for today's eBook readers.

• Language: English
• Publisher: House of Erotica
• Release date: Mar 13, 2014
• ISBN: 9781849893312

Victoria Blisse

Victoria Blisse is known as the Queen of Smut, Reverend to the kinky and is the Writer in Residence at Cocktails and Fuck Tales. She’s also an angel. Ask anyone. Mancunian Odd Duck, her northern English quirkiness shows through in all of her stories along with her own particular brand of humour and romance that bring laughs and warm fuzzies in equal measure. Passion, love and laughter fill her works, just as they fill her busy life.Find out more at http://victoriablisse.co.uk

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Till the End

Victoria Blisse

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Till the End

published in 2014 by House of Erotica

an imprint of Andrews UK Limited

www.houseoferoticabooks.com

This book is sold subject to the condition that it shall not, by way of trade or otherwise, be lent, resold, hired out or otherwise circulated without the publisher’s prior written consent in any form of binding or cover other than that in which it is published, and without a similar condition being imposed on the subsequent purchaser.

The characters and situations in this book are entirely imaginary and bear no relation to any real person or actual happening.

Copyright © Victoria Blisse 2014

The right of Victoria Blisse to be identified as author of this book has been asserted in accordance with section 77 and 78 of the Copyrights Designs and Patents Act 1988.

Till the End

The interviews had not been going well. Since nine o’clock this morning a steady line of rejects and reprobates had streamed in through my door. Some lost the job the minute they walked in. I expect an interviewee to be smart, not dressed in denim, covered in body piercing, and chewing gum. Others had appalling conversation skills and, even though the main job of a checkout assistant is to scan goods, they do need to be able to hold up some form of polite chitchat.

At two PM, I came back after lunch to start again. I heard the click-clack-clop of my heels hitting the cold hard floor as I walked past the next bunch of wanters, needers, and losers, then I saw one who stood out from the rest. I felt myself straightening up even further, sticking out my breasts and even smiling. I caught his gaze and grinned. His face split into a smile that reached his eyes as well as his ears. He was gorgeous; sparkling deep, dark eyes that in the artificial light look almost black, and dark mahogany-brown cropped hair set off his olive tanned skin to perfection.

I bet he’s thick. He can’t be intelligent and pretty, surely? I thought as I shut my office door behind me, sitting down at my desk and automatically reaching for my handbag. I took out my compact and powdered my nose, frowning as I noticed the lines that radiated around my eyes. I’m an old woman of forty-five and that day I felt more like a seventy-year-old, well, apart from when