haven’t been to the San Fran IKEA in a while. I used to love walking the aisles and trying out all the couches, but not only did the store get too busy and popular but I didn’t really need to buy anything else.”
“Well we do have comfortable couches,” he says. “Before moving to Chicago I used to help manage an IKEA in China and people would literally come in from off the street and sleep on the couches for hours. Luckily we don’t have that problem here much. It’s very busy during the days as you said. Fortunately or unfortunately, I’m the one that closes down the IKEA at night so I get to see it absolutely silent. It’s a little eerie.”
“I bet,” I say. “Probably feels like a horror movie where everyone on the planet has disappeared. Must be amazing to see a huge store like that without anyone in it.”
“Well let me know and I can show you the store at night at any time,” he says with a laugh.
“How about tonight!,” I say jokingly.
“How about tonight…” he says.
His tone catches me off guard. It’s one that’s only half joking like he’s prodding me for any sign of seriousness. Does he really have the ability to show me the IKEA in the dead of night. It would be an amazing sight and something I’d probably never have the chance to do again. I consider it.
“Can you?” I ask inquisitively. “I mean, that would be really interesting to see.”
“I don’t see any reason why not,” he responds. “Do you really want to see it? I don’t want to force you to come if you don’t want to,” he says.
“No, that would actually be cool. I’d love to see it. I’m up for it if you are…”
Screws Included
It’s 20 minutes later as he pulls his car into the manager’s designated parking spot. IKEA’s are usually large buildings but in the dead of night, the store in front of me seems absolutely gigantic. We both get out and I follow him to one of the back entrances. I catch his scent as I follow closely behind. Chanel Allure Sport? Some new Burberry fragrance? I can’t exactly put my finger on it but all I know is that this scent has drawn me closer to him until my breasts are only centimeters away from brushing the arch of his back as we arrive at the door.
“Are there any security guards here?” I ask as I put my arm around his.
“There used to be but we then installed an automated security system. It costs a million but no one is getting into here at night unless they have the manager’s keys, which I just happen to have,” Jim says with a smirk.
We’re now in a dark hallway which leads to his office. He unlocks the door and we quietly enter. The office is no larger than my bedroom and contains a computer, a couch, and shelves galore. Jim directs me to the couch.
“Wait here. I need to turn off the security system. I don’t think the company would appreciate me bringing a stranger in at night for a look around. I’ll only be a few minutes.”
The door shuts and I hear his footsteps trailing off in the distance. Silence ensues. I take a quick look at the surroundings and don’t see any security cameras in the room. There are also no windows. I wonder what else is in his office. A quick look around won’t hurt anyone, plus I’ll probably hear his footsteps as he’s walking back down the hallway towards the office, which will give me enough time to sit back on the couch and project my innocent face.
The files on the shelves are mostly inventory lists. I also find a folder containing projections for this month’s sales. The name on the top of the folder identifies the creator as Jim DeGrace. I guess DeGrace is Jim’s last name and sadly it seems he doesn’t live an interesting life; He’s been stuck 8+ hours a day in a windowless office day after day. I then make my way to the cabinets beside his computer desk. The first cabinet is locked but the second opens at my beckoning. As I skim through the various papers I see nothing but spreadsheets. At the
“Well we do have comfortable couches,” he says. “Before moving to Chicago I used to help manage an IKEA in China and people would literally come in from off the street and sleep on the couches for hours. Luckily we don’t have that problem here much. It’s very busy during the days as you said. Fortunately or unfortunately, I’m the one that closes down the IKEA at night so I get to see it absolutely silent. It’s a little eerie.”
“I bet,” I say. “Probably feels like a horror movie where everyone on the planet has disappeared. Must be amazing to see a huge store like that without anyone in it.”
“Well let me know and I can show you the store at night at any time,” he says with a laugh.
“How about tonight!,” I say jokingly.
“How about tonight…” he says.
His tone catches me off guard. It’s one that’s only half joking like he’s prodding me for any sign of seriousness. Does he really have the ability to show me the IKEA in the dead of night. It would be an amazing sight and something I’d probably never have the chance to do again. I consider it.
“Can you?” I ask inquisitively. “I mean, that would be really interesting to see.”
“I don’t see any reason why not,” he responds. “Do you really want to see it? I don’t want to force you to come if you don’t want to,” he says.
“No, that would actually be cool. I’d love to see it. I’m up for it if you are…”
Screws Included
It’s 20 minutes later as he pulls his car into the manager’s designated parking spot. IKEA’s are usually large buildings but in the dead of night, the store in front of me seems absolutely gigantic. We both get out and I follow him to one of the back entrances. I catch his scent as I follow closely behind. Chanel Allure Sport? Some new Burberry fragrance? I can’t exactly put my finger on it but all I know is that this scent has drawn me closer to him until my breasts are only centimeters away from brushing the arch of his back as we arrive at the door.
“Are there any security guards here?” I ask as I put my arm around his.
“There used to be but we then installed an automated security system. It costs a million but no one is getting into here at night unless they have the manager’s keys, which I just happen to have,” Jim says with a smirk.
We’re now in a dark hallway which leads to his office. He unlocks the door and we quietly enter. The office is no larger than my bedroom and contains a computer, a couch, and shelves galore. Jim directs me to the couch.
“Wait here. I need to turn off the security system. I don’t think the company would appreciate me bringing a stranger in at night for a look around. I’ll only be a few minutes.”
The door shuts and I hear his footsteps trailing off in the distance. Silence ensues. I take a quick look at the surroundings and don’t see any security cameras in the room. There are also no windows. I wonder what else is in his office. A quick look around won’t hurt anyone, plus I’ll probably hear his footsteps as he’s walking back down the hallway towards the office, which will give me enough time to sit back on the couch and project my innocent face.
The files on the shelves are mostly inventory lists. I also find a folder containing projections for this month’s sales. The name on the top of the folder identifies the creator as Jim DeGrace. I guess DeGrace is Jim’s last name and sadly it seems he doesn’t live an interesting life; He’s been stuck 8+ hours a day in a windowless office day after day. I then make my way to the cabinets beside his computer desk. The first cabinet is locked but the second opens at my beckoning. As I skim through the various papers I see nothing but spreadsheets. At the
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