Kam had not worked a shift with Khloé since she put him in a very complicated situation; he had to explain at home something about a dropped yogurt at lunch. His wife was very suspicious, but she always was. Kam, however, couldn't stop thinking about Khloé; she was exactly what his wife wasn't: a sexy, curvy, big-titted woman with attitude. He started fantasizing about her exposing herself; he came again and again to the image in his head of her meaty pussy pulled wide open. He could almost smell her. Before long, whenever he had sex with Linda, he would fantasize that he was with Khloé. He'd close his eyes and imagine the caramel-haired beauty under him instead of his nightgown-wearing, almost silent wife. Linda didn't do doggy style or anything; being on top for her was more of a chore than anything. He had to face facts: he was obsessed with her. Without hesitation, he scheduled them on shifts together for the next two weeks.

Khloé sat at home, another evening in front of the telly. Her husband, Tony, did not show much affection; his lack of skills in the bedroom did nothing to make up for it either. That said, she always knew where to find him: sitting in the office playing online fantasy games. Khloé wanted more—some passion, some fun. She ran a hot bath, and her mind drifted to sucking her boss off and peeling her pussy open for him, thinking about how desired she felt—something Tony hadn't made her feel in years. She'd recently bought new crotchless underwear, but he'd shown little interest, so they had stayed unworn. Her phone pinged, notifying her of the upcoming work rotas. "What is he playing at?" Khloé wondered.

The first shift was tense; Kam did his best to give Khloé space, and she did the same. The second and third shifts were much more relaxed, but on the fourth, Kam got bold. Khloé’s work phone pinged with an email; it was from Kam, titled "Do you want to play a game?" It was a playful email with a game of hangman. She couldn't help but laugh at how lame he was, but at least, unlike Tony, he was actually showing some attention. They played the first few games back and forth to kill time. Khloé and Kam actively began looking forward to the shifts and the silly, flirty games. 'No harm done,' they both thought.

It was early in the last shift of the first week when Kholé sent the hangman clue. This time, she included a cheeky message: "The loser has to do a dare!" It was a deal. "Agreed, best of five?" By late afternoon, they both had two wins. Whoever lost the next round had to do a dare. It wasn't an easy game, and Khloé thought Kam had chosen it on purpose. Inevitably, she lost. "Shit!" she thought playfully. "What do I have to do now?"

She was busy with a customer when her phone pinged. The email had one question: "Any dare?" Khloé had to admit that it was her idea. "Yes." Five minutes later, her phone pinged again: "Go to the loo, remove your underwear, and bring it to me before the store closes." Khloé was stunned; she had no choice. Plus, this was the most fun she'd had in years. She excused herself from the shop floor and made her way to the loo. The pants she'd chosen for the day were very normal—no thongs or lace, just plain blue cotton. Khloé sat on the loo; the knickers she'd been wearing for the last five hours came down, and a noticeable wet patch spread across the groin. They held her aroma brilliantly. Khloé flew into Kam's office and threw her knickers straight in his face. "Have a good weekend; see ya Monday." She didn't hang around to see his face; she was far too embarrassed.

A long, boring weekend at home for both of them had them salivating to return to the store. They carried on their flirty games, which, in turn, had led to some pretty full-on sexting. Khloé enjoyed hearing how much Kam wanted to touch her body. The last shift soon arrived; she had to win the last game; she had to get her prize. Kam sent the easiest clue ever. Khloé won on the first attempt; it was obvious he wanted her to tell him what to do. "Do you still have my pants?" he replied, "Yes." Khloé told him in detail that she wanted him to video himself wanking, cumming into her knickers, all while he moaned her name, she waited patiently.

The familiar ping of her email rang out; true to his word, it had an attachment. Khloé took herself off to view her prize. The video opened, and she turned the volume down as his moaning was very loud. She watched as he stroked his cock, holding her pants open and showing off the white stains in the crotch. He pumped and pumped as he called out her name. Khloé's pussy twitched as she watched; soon enough, rope after rope of sticky white cum splashed over her pants as he practically howled her name, "KHLOEEEE!" The video stopped.

Khloé was flustered; she was having so much fun. She knew that her life was about to change; she couldn't go back to her lonely life. She decided that day she would waste no more time on a man who didn't desire her the way Kam did.

Khloé and Kam will return in Khloe, Kam and Holly too Pt 1.