Paul Dano Oneshots

Worker bee- Brian Wilcox (smut)

BLURB~
Brian hates Y/n, the kiss ass prude, their odd dynamic takes a turn one day when they're closing up for the night.

TW: Sex, Slut-shaming, Violence. Filth

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Mickey's was not a good job. Everyone knew that. I knew that before I even started working there but a job's a job and I needed money.

I've always been good at making the most out of bad situations so I decided to just not make this one of the jobs where I stare at the clock the whole day counting the minutes until I went home. I do the work and I do it well. I'm the best with the customers and the fastest in the kitchen.

I'm convinced some of the people I work with don't like me because of it and even though I did more work so there was less for them to do, it annoyed them that I wanted to do so well. Most of my coworkers thought I was a work oriented prude who just liked the job so much I went above and beyond for it.

Not everyone hated me though, a few people still spoke to me. Like Amber, she's a girl who's usually on tills when I am and when we don't have customers we just talk. There's also one guy in the back called Andrew who sometimes speaks to me as we cook. The only person apart from Amber and Andrew who ever pays any attention to me is this guy called Brian.

Brian is a guy who enjoys making work difficult for me. He loves filling the sink up with dishes as soon as I'm washing my last pot. He loves grabbing my things and holding them up so I can't reach them. He loves doing all the easy jobs and leaving me with the most difficult. He loves teasing me and calling me worker-bee, his nickname for me. He hates me.

Today's shift is a kitchen shift with Brian, and also a closing shift with him. The worst of the worst. When I come into work I always head to the office and put my bag in there then head to the kitchen. Brian greeted me with an almost sarcastic smile.

'Morning little worker-bee.' Brian smiled sarcastically as he leaned against the counter with his arms crossed, his eyes following as I walked past him to the freezer.

'Hi Brian.' I mumbled, only looking up for a second to give him a small, polite smile back.

'Aren't you just so lucky, getting to spend the whole day with me.'

'The luckiest.' I replied quietly to myself with a sigh as I got the fries from the freezer.

When it was a kitchen shift with Brian he spent 50% of the time actually doing the job and the other 50% was spent watching over my shoulder as I worked, waiting for opportunities to correct or annoy me.

Brian was, as always, irritating me as much as he possibly could. I usually dealt with it by being as nice as I possibly could and just bottling it up until the end of the day when I'd get in my car and scream. Bottling it up probably wasn't the healthiest way of dealing with it but it was my way and it worked.

Everytime he would irritate or tease me I would take deep breaths and count to 10. By the time it got to close and it was just me and Brian left I'd used my calm down method around 20 times. I just kept telling myself, only close up then I can go home, only close up then I don't have to see Brian until my next shift.

'You can clean the fryer can't you worker-bee? I know how much you love doing the hardest job.' Brian said with an egotistical smirk. I inhaled deeply through my nose and exhaled a sigh through my mouth.

'Y-Yeah....sure.'

I tried my hair back and started cleaning the fryer while Brian half assed cleaned the kitchen floor. When I was around half way done I went to the bathroom and by the time I came back Brian put more soap and water on the fryer, completely covering it in soapy bubbles that took ages to get off. He just said a snarky sorry and said he was only trying to help.