Taken by the Giant Spiders by Tessa Black

Taken by the Giant Spiders
Tessa Black
    T oday just wasn't my day. I had to clean up after a kid who barfed up his cotton candy, and I had to fill in for Mark, who was sick, and clean up the east side of the park.
    You would think working for the world's most popular amusement park would be...well, a little more amusing. But it's actually the worst summer job I've ever had—and I held up signs dressed up as a hamburger everyday one summer.
    So you can imagine I wasn't particularly thrilled when my boss, Frank, asked me to clean out the Giant Spiders’ food bin.
    "Isn't that for someone with... you know, animal experience?" I said, wincing at the thought of going near those vicious creatures with soulless eyes.
    "The Maelbics are closed off from the feeding room right now. They can't get to it. Don't give me a hard time with two weeks left, alright?" His dark brows raised over his smoldering eyes before he turned his gaze back down to the stack of papers at his desk.
    I sighed, pushing my cleaning cart out of his office. Paying for college wasn't easy, and in my interview I had acted like I wanted nothing more than to work for Giant Bug Emporium. But really, the whole idea of combining bug DNA with other animals’ to make them bigger really freaked me out. I was not excited to go into the cage of a giant, hairy spider.
    I noticed the door to the custodial closet was slightly ajar and thought it was a good chance to steal away a moment. I didn’t generally get access to the closet this late into the evening because it was locked up by the head custodian at five. Those of us who worked this late generally left our materials and carts in the break room for him and he put them away after his dinner break.
    I pushed the door open with the cart and slowly closed the door behind me, careful not to make a sound.
    ‘ Finally, peace and quiet ,’ I thought, locking the  door and pushing my back against it. Two months without a dick was a long time for a girl like me—I was used to getting it on the regular, even when I didn’t have a boyfriend. And when I did...well, that never lasted long. I like different flavors. I don’t liked to be tied down.
    I closed my eyes and imagined Frank, his broad chest covered by thin fabric of his muscle tee, his piercing green eyes, his dark, luscious hair. He was such an asshole, but he was a damn sexy asshole.
    I imagined what his cock would look like—long and thick, hard in his callused hands. Boy would I love for him to watch me as I stripped my ugly staff shirt and pulled down the cargo pants, revealing my generous chest and full ass.
    “Mmm,” I moaned, snaking my hand down my stomach and prying open the elastic of my cargo pants. I found my aching clit, covered by my thin, sheer panties, and I pressed down with two fingers, creating a hot friction in my loins.
    I moved my fingers in deft circles, imagining what Frank could do to me with those powerful muscles. Bend me over his desk, spread my plush cheeks and take me from behind. The imaginary jolts against the desk rocked my body, producing a strong ache inside of me.
    “Oh Frank,” I panted, unable to contain myself. I snaked my free hand up under my shirt, cupping it over my naked breast. I never wore bras for this reason, in case I wanted to touch myself or be touched on a whim. My breasts are pert and large, the perfect combination, so that most people don’t even know I’m not wearing a bra.
    The nipple hardened beneath my palm. I moved my fingers quicker, creating a new tempo with my greedy fingers. Until finally, my muscles locked in a delicious orgasm as I imagined Frank filling me with his seed.
    “Oh fuck!” I panted, too consumed with ecstasy to care if anyone heard me. The image of Frank railing me from behind faded, and I knew I had to get back to work. With a reluctant sigh, I pulled my hand out of pants and opened the door, peering around the corner to see that no one was there. I pushed the cart out into the