Restaurant Manager didn't want to give in [MF]

A few more weeks went by, the flirting got heavier. Anytime we were alone together our eyes did all the talking. I made jokes about her boyfriend, not in the industry, couldn't handle who she really was. She wanted the rush, the craziness, the uncertainty of what to expect. That would always get her worked up, I was really starting to understand every Spanish insult that was out there.

One day in the office, slower service, we just talked like friends. Baseball always came up, she was a dodger fan, I wasn't. In fact I hated them, i starter to tease her every chance I could get. Anytime they lost, I shot her a text. If the game was on while we worked I trashed talked the whole time.

They were in their first world series since the 80s, I joked that they havent won one since she was alive and that wouldn't change. They won game six and her trash talk hit a new high. I loved it, I told her we should bet on Game 7, I don't even remember who they were playing. She said she was watching it with her boyfriend, she'd be busy. She made sure to emphasize a wink.

I told her he was bad luck, she should watch it with me. She laughed, loud, followed by a quick no. Her eye contact after told me I was right, "It's okay, when they lose you'll be thinking of me."

Gameday came, she was off, I was working. I sent her a selfie from the pastry kitchen, "Go Dodgers."

"Chinga tu Madre" she sent a picture, the tv in the background, a hand on her thigh.

They lost, I thought about blowing up her phone, all sorts of trash talk, teasing her, telling her it's her fault for not watching with me. I decided on silence, make her sweat.

I got home around midnight, grabbed a beer, threw on a video game. A text from Mia, a picture. My pulse quickened, breath got shallow, I opened it.

She was on her knees, dodger jersey opened, my first look at her nipples. Perfect, brown, small, pointy, accenting her plump tits popping out. I almost didn't notice the skinny dick in her hand, peace sign in her other, a sexy smile making me jealous.

"You were right, I was thinking of you the whole time."

I jerked off for hours, suppressing every urge of mine to respond, to send her a picture of my fat cock. Make her wish her boyfriend's was as big and thick as mine. I came twice, staring at her picture every time I shot hot sperm on myself. I showered before bed, post nut clarity helping me craft my response.

"Looks like you had fun tho, let me know when you want to trade your lil smokie for a salami."

She hearted it; at 2:37am.

We worked together the next day, for the entire shift we barely interacted. Pretending it didn't happen, the picture was never sent. Went back to the office to finish my shift, trying to find a reason to stay when she still hadn't returned from the dining room.

"You're here late." She walked in, tight black pants, red blouse underneath a black blazer. Her lipstick was just a shade darker red, hair straightened, sleek black cascading down her shoulders. Her outfit screamed, "Fuck me."

"Doing the menu costing the boss asked for, didn't have any plans. It was an easy night, I don't mind staying a little late." I looked at my screen, pretending I knew how to work excel. I swear I felt her stand there and stare at me, her chair squeaking as she sat.

Ten or twenty minutes went by, I was actually doing some work. Getting a decent amount done as her chair rolled next to mine.

"Why are you doing this now?"

"I just wanted to get it done..." maybe she could see through me, knew I was just trying to be around her. I kind of hoped she did, call me out.

"Well I'm all done for the day, do you need anything before I go?" I could feel her challenge in my bones, in my rushing cock.

"No," I grinned back, "What you sent last night will hold me over for a while."

"I don't know what you're talking about, I drank a lot after the loss. Don't really remember much." I followed her ass over to the printer, bent over, pretending to look at the settings.

"Have you ever seen the executive Chef office?" I had the keys, nobody would be up there, should have been perfect.

She was on her phone now, texting, tweeting, I didn't know. She gave me a sexy glare, almost mad at me. "No, maybe another night. Kind of tired, I'll see you tomorrow." She strutted over towards me, bending over, grabbing her purse. She stood and spun, knowing my eyes shot to her ass, trying to break out of the tight silk.

She walked out of the door, a boulder dropping into my gut. Then a ding, new text, Mia.

It was a video, hitting play I watched her ride her boyfriend, a video with the Dodgers game on in the background. Her opened jersey flashing her gorgeous chest at me with every bounce. Glorified pornstar moans escaping her lips, she was putting on a show; for me.

"Come back." I responded, hoping she hadn't gotten far. I regretted it immediately, I looked desperate, needy. It felt like eternity before the door slowly creaked open. Mia leaning into the door frame.

"What?"