Real girls in their own place.
Not too crazy and just a pinch of naughty...
I’ve had numerous jobs in my life. I’ve been employed in some kind of way since I was sixteen. I like to work hard and love to have money, so if I’m not working then I feel like I’m wasting my time. Most of my job history has involved some kind of position in the restaurant industry. As a woman, there have been quite a few instances where customers have made passes at me; mostly unwelcome. I am happy to say that I’ve yet to hook up with someone who paid me earlier in the evening for my services.
However, I am also happy to say that I am not above sleeping with my boss.
Let me make it clear, that I did not fall into a delicious, dirty, late-night romance with my boss to get ahead in my job. I did it because he was gorgeous, smart and I am very vain.
There’s no time in particular that I can say it really started. One day, I was staying late after work to help clean the carpets and the next I was staying late to be lifted up on the counter behind the kitchen, with my legs on his shoulders and my tips from the night on the floor.
Obviously, we kept it a secret. There’s nothing I love more than a good, sexy secret. I made sure to not start wearing lipstick or change my outward attitude to him while we were on the clock. I had never done this before, but I wasn’t an idiot. No one noticed or at least cared that I was always the last to leave. The second I swiped my card to end my shift he would sidle up behind me. His large, calloused hands sliding across my hips as he whispered how difficult it was to watch me bend over to pick up a fallen plate tonight and not want to put his mouth through the lining of my pants.
Now, I’m not saying that what we did was appropriate or okay. Though, I am in no way ashamed or regretful of it. I could bore you with the details of how as much as I loved his tongue on that sweet spot of my neck, I also loved his dorky humor and weird obsession with Phil Collins. How he had tried to take me on a proper date once and I seduced him into having sex in his car instead; missing the movie we had planned on seeing. I hate Jennifer Anniston movies anyway.
At twenty one, I was at a time in my life when I wasn’t looking for a boyfriend. I finally felt comfortable in my own skin and wanted to test it out with whomever was interested. My boss was older and more experienced; I his very keen student.
We both knew we were doomed from the start. We knew this would eventually end; that it was risky, but damnit if I didn’t enjoy every last filthy word he whispered in my ear as my hand slid down his pants. He always teased me about being greedy. I wanted more, even when I was exhausted, I just had to wrap my lips around his earlobe and curl my legs around him. What can I say? I’m a selfish girl.
Around the time of my birthday, I was offered a job in a different city. One were I wouldn’t have to bring a million bread baskets and sides of ranch to the hungry middle-class families of America. I didn’t even hesitate. Neither of us were too upset about the situation. Mostly just sad to see a good thing have to go. Though, if there’s one thing I’ve learned-it’s that love can be temporary, but a good resume is forever.