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Get Good with the Boss (Gage)

We have been lucky. Jason has been gone for a couple of weeks. I hope he stays gone. Charlie is still staying in my apartment. Every day I have spent with her has been both amazing and torture. God I want the girl. I like sitting at home with her even if we don't talk. I like the way she looks even first thing in the morning. I love the way she smells. I find myself using her body wash to help alleviate some serious tension when I shower. I make sure to use my own after. I don't want her to know, and I hope she doesn't notice that her bottle is more than half gone since she moved in. I seem to have a lot of tension to work out. I haven't gotten laid since she has been here. Which is a fucking record for me. She is killing me.

Last week Charlie started waitressing in the club. She is doing kind of a split shift when Kat is available. The first part of the day she spends with Kat working on her dancing. Then the rest of the night she waitresses. Kat said her dancing has gotten a lot better but she's not ready for stage dancing. I didn't sit in the room with them anymore since Jason was gone. It was both a good and bad thing. I liked watching her dance, but it caused all the serious tension to hit me full force. It was also starting to distract me from actually doing my job. So I would just go check on them every once in awhile. Now that she is working in the club I make sure to check on her while she works. The first night Charlie waitressed I some guy tried to grab her. Instead of getting one of the bouncers she tried to stab the drunk asshole with her shoe. So I'm not sure if I'm protecting her or the customers.

I am down in my office working. Well I am trying to work. It has been more and more difficult to concentrate lately. Having her work here is not going like I thought it would. Charlie has taken up permanent residence in my brain. Weirdest part is that I am not just thinking about fucking her. I mean 98% of the thoughts are dirty, but the others. That's what has me so fucked up. She is the only girl I have ever gotten jealous over. It has happened a couple times and the feeling is so foreign and uncomfortable. She is also the only girl that I feel comfortable sitting and talking too. Not like feelings and shit, but joking around. We can talk about the dumbest crap and I don't hate it. I don't date, and I don't like spending time with girls other than fucking them. I don't get why she is different.

My thoughts drift from why I like being with her, and why I like looking at her. It didn't take her body long to start to show how hard she is working. Most dancers have amazing bodies. She had a really nice one before she started to dance. Now? Damn. Her arms and legs are showing a little muscle definition. Her back is still smooth but when she lifts herself on the pole you can see all her hard work paying off. I didn't think her body could look better than it did, but I was proven wrong. I get to see it at home in little tank tops, crop tops, and the tiny short she sleeps in which makes my day. She also has all kinds of hot little outfits for work that I get to see her in. I love seeing her in them, but I hate knowing the customers are seeing her in them too. Tonight she is wearing my favorite one. It's a tiny Catholic school girl outfit. She said it was the least naked one she saw, and she went to Catholic school so it made sense to have it. I wasn't complaining, and I wanted her to wear it all the time.

Then I wanted to be the one to take it off of her too. I groan at the thought. I have to adjust myself for the millionth time it seems. I am really fighting the urge to rub one out here in the office. That is how bad things have been. I have never been this frustrated before. If I had an itch, I'd scratch it, but for whatever reason I can't bring myself to do that now. Not unless its with Charlie. My thoughts are interrupted by a knock on my office door.

"Come in!" I already know who it is. The door swings open and there she is a shit eating grin on her face. Her scent hits me. I have to keep myself from groaning again.

"Hello boss man! I'm on a break and I'm tired of listening to Jay talk about her stupid cheating boyfriend she keeps taking back." Charlie announces as she walks in like she owns the place. She sits on the couch, and crosses her legs drawing my attention to them. Fuck, I am hard. So fucking hard right now. "So what ya doing?" She smiles at me and my brain buzzes. Even though I am in unbelievable pain here I can't help but return that smile.

"I'm working can't you tell. See all the papers and shit everywhere?" I say pointing to all the shit on my desk. She takes her shoes off. She hates wearing shoes.

"Well that sucks. At least you don't have a dick for a boss!" She smiles at me. She starts to rub her feet and leg muscles. I want to tell her I do have a 'dick' for a boss and he wants give her her performance review. I don't but I want to. "Do you know he comes up to check on me every hour? He thinks I'm going to stab people with my shoe, again. I tried it one time and now I'm labeled a crazy person." She gives me a naughty little grin. She knows what she does to me. She has too! Our flirting has become the best torture, but I am about to break.

"It's probably not a good idea to stab anyone with anything while you're at work, just saying." I tease, and thankfully my dick calms down enough so I can get out of my chair. I stand up in front of the couch and lean on my desk. I watch as her eyes run over me. I know she is just as affected by me as I am her. Why are we not fucking each others brains out all the time? "Have you ever thought maybe your boss wouldn't be such a dick if you kissed up instead of being a pain in the ass all the time." I grin and wink at her.

"No, that never entered my mind. I don't even know how to kiss up. I can smart off, be sarcastic, I'm really good at bitching, but kissing up sounds like it's too much work." She sounds all serious and she brushes off non-existent dust off her very tiny revealing clothes. She can be such a smart mouth brat.

"Ok kissing up is out. What about sleeping with the boss? That works for a lot of people." I suggest. The sexual tension between us is so thick I can taste it. That makes me wonder what she tastes like.

"I don't know. From what I have heard, once you sleep with this boss he never talks to you again." I cringe. It was like a bucket of cold water got dumped on me. She shrugs her shoulders and stands up. She fixes her out fit and runs her hand through her hair. I am left there speechless.

I have no come back for that. Another bad part about her now working upstairs is that the other girls have told her all kinds of stories about me. I would like to say they are not true, but they are. I have never cared one fucking bit what was said about me till it was said to her.

"I think, I will just torture and tease him." She says and winks at me. She puts her shoes back on and opens the door. I still stand there with nothing to say. "Well breaks over, I have to go hand drunk guys more drinks and keep them from grabbing my ass." She waves and shuts the door.

I mentally cuss myself out. I just stood there. Then I think about other guys grabbing her. They better not be grabbing her. Darryl is supposed to keep his eyes on her while I'm down here. The amount of men we have thrown out since Charlie started has increased. Not because of her either. I don't know what I am going to do when she starts giving dances.

I go sit back down. I go over our conversation in my head. I ignore that part about what the other girls said to her about me. I think about our flirting, the way she looks at me, and the way she makes me feel. Why haven't I even really tried to fuck her yet? I think about it all the time, I tease her about it, and I think I have jerked off more recently than I did all last year. I have never had this problem with a girl before. I haven't been with one I didn't want to leave on the side of the road after an hour of talking to either. In about three hours her shift is done. Maybe when we get back to the apartment I can talk her into sleeping with her boss. I'm going to make her keep the outfit on too.