Crossing Lines – Hooking Up At Work

The Heat In The Kitchen

I don’t consider myself a sexually aggressive girl.  I don’t feel like I make a habit of frequently crossing lines.  However, recently it has been brought to my attention that I can appear to be a bit forward.  After a recent breakup, I took a hostess position at a downtown bistro.  Feeling like this would be a great opportunity to meet people and get out of the house.  From day one, coworkers said I act like I own the place.  Perhaps my laughter bubbles out a little too loud.  My smile lingers a little too long, or maybe my touches are uninvited.  At any rate, for me it’s just being my friendly self and I don’t feel like I’m crossing lines.

Improper Behavior

I flirt with everyone.  Men, women, anyone who makes eye contact with me.  If I had my way, the waitresses would be dressed in tight corsets with fishnet stockings, and skyscraper high heels.  The waiters would be shirtless, with tight black pants and nothing else.  There would be porn in the corner all hours of the night.  And perhaps a stripper pole just for a bit of suggestive fun.

The chef mentioned to the owner that I have been crossing lines.  Just because I playfully tease him a little.  He needs to loosen up.  I enjoy trapping him in the corner, leaning in too close and whispering filth in his ear.  Grabbing his ass and grazing his package every chance I get.

Maya, the server who has been here the longest is now referring to me as dangerous.  I snapped her bra strap a few times before eventually cupping her ample breast asking if they were real.  I invited her to grab my boobs as well, asking her what she thought.  She seemed to be enjoying it, however she turned when I attempted to kiss her outside the women’s restroom.  Last week, I made several complimentary remarks regarding body parts of the staff.  Only to find out later that they were received as lewd comments.  The shift in the atmosphere was subtle at first.  Now people are calling in sick and side eyes seem to be replacing laughter.

Fire Starter – Crossing Lines

The manager, Craig pulled me into his office and we watched a video regarding sexual harassment.  He suggested that I have been crossing lines. During the video, I dimmed the lights and crawled under Craig’s desk.  Unzipping his pants and pulling his dick out, I began sucking his stiff and girthy cock.  Slow at first, then choking myself as I engulfed the entire ten inches, now fully erect. The video played until the end as Craig moaned while blowing a giant load down my throat.

Later that night, I managed to trap him in the walk-in cooler.  Cornering him between the crates of lettuce and a wall of condiments.  Quickly he turned me around, hiking my skirt up over my hips.  Pulling my panties to the side I felt all ten inches of Craig’s meaty cock slide deep inside me.  It was the biggest tip I’d had all night and I didn’t want it to stop there.

I guess that’s human nature.  Making the most out of where you are.  Focusing on the fun moments, making the time feel valuable and staying organized.  Keeping an open mindset, even if it means crossing lines along the way.

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