Page 15 of Thrill
Danny took another waistcoat and handed it to Tyler. “Don’t worry, it’s probably my fault for not being here to meet you.”
Tyler swapped the garments. This one fit perfectly. Danny appraised him.
“Now you’re ready.”
Even that tiny bit of approval went straight to Tyler’s balls.
“Ready for what?” Tyler replied.
“For me to show you around our little kingdom, of course. What else?”
Danny led him into the warehouse properly.
“Over there is the new stock,” Danny said, pointing to the huge stacks of pallets at the other end of the warehouse. “They come in up there and work their way down to here.”
He pointed to an area with metal tables where boxes were being packed. Behind it were rows of metal shelves full of stock.
“It’s manic,” Tyler said.
A forklift truck sped past them with boxes for the fulfilment area.
“We like to call it organised chaos,” Danny replied. “You’ll be with me today. If that’s okay?”
Okay? It was a fucking dream.
“Sure. What do you want me to do?”
“Now there’s a question.”
Tyler’s back had become clammy. He tried to convince himself it was the manmade fibre of the tight waistcoat. Really, he knew very well what had made his body temperature rise.
“Do you find hidden meanings in everything?” Tyler asked.
Danny grinned. “Not usually. You must have a strange effect on me. Come on, I’ve arranged for us to fulfil some orders. Let’s get you sweating.”
And sweat he did. Tyler spent the next hour trying to keep up with Danny as they battled the never-ending requests that came through on the computer system. If he’d been struggling to memorise most of the stock before, he soon got to grips with what were the most popular items.
Tyler was astonished at how many orders were being processed. The staff seemed to be a tight group who barely spoke to each other as they kept on top of the demands.
An alarm sounded.
“What’s that?” Tyler asked, wiping his brow with the back of his hand.
“Break,” Danny explained. “We get fifteen minutes. Come on, I’ll introduce you to the others.”
They followed a stream of people into the staff room. It was a large space with tables and comfy chairs. Lockers lined one wall.
“Fancy a brew?” Danny asked.
“I’ll have a water,” Tyler replied. “It’s hot today.”
Danny left Tyler standing there while he went and grabbed two bottles of water from a small fridge.
“Don’t you use the common room upstairs?” Tyler asked when Danny returned.
“Nah,” Danny replied. “We can get a bit loud. Got a few complaints so, when they extended the warehouse, they built us this place.”
So far, Tyler had been amazed at how Pleasure Seekers treatedtheir staff. Everything was new and it appeared that no expense had been spared.
