Twelve, I counted to myself as the freezer door shut behind me. Twelve times that boy who works in the kitchen has looked at me today. Sometimes, it would get to over one hundred times a shift. Sometiems, he wasn't even there. Those were the bad shifts.
I could understand why, of course. I wore a short, tight skirt and a low-cut blouse for a reason. I was a waitress. I asked people what they wanted to eat for a living, and had to do my best to recommend the most expensive options. Money was tighter than most of the managers were willing to let on.
The customers we got were mostly old sleaze-bags anyway, and I had to let them... "appreciate the view and pretend to enjoy it," if I am to quote the words used by my manager.
Sure.
Whatever.
Let the crusty old geezers wearing too much cologne call me 'baby' and 'accidentally' touch my ass as I turn to leave to get their food.
It was kind of a rule here.
The managers liked to expolit their workers, and it wasn't a secret, but I had nowhere else to go, and it didn't pay too badly anyway.
As soon as I was back at the bar and heading over to pick up some menus, I was approached by a short, young blonde with huge tits, a mini skirt and a low-cut shirt. The standard, here.
"Tess, get ice," she ordered, none too politely.
"Would it kill you to say please, bitch?" I whispered under my breath as I turned on my heel and stalked back to the freezer.
Thirteen, I counted as I opened the freezer door and reflexively lifted my foot to avoid tripping over the crack in the tiles. I made my way quickly to the ice machine at the back of the freezer, already feeling the frost settling on my clothes. I found myself wishing I had stopped to get a jacket.
As I was bending over to get an ice bucket from the bottom shelf, I heard the door open and close so I hurriedly stood, not wishing for the newcomer to see my ass.
"No, lovely, don't stand up, I was getting such a nice view."
I blanched as I looked towards the door and saw the attractive boy from the kitchen standing in front of the closed door. Breath rose in puffs from his head.
"Fourteen," I said.
"What?"
"Nothing."
I shivered.
"You cold?"
"Y-y-yes," I answered.
"Here, let me warm you up."
I wasn't sure what he meant by this. He moved closer to me and when our faces were less than a few centimetres apart, he smiled and wrapped his arms around me. They were slim but strong, wrapped in cord-like muscle.
I didn't even know him but I found myself snuggling into him.
"You know, people get warmer faster if they're naked."
"WHAT?"
"It's true."
I laughed.
"are you coming onto me?"
There was a silence, and I suddenly felt very awkward, and hoped I hadn't scared him. I looked up, trying to catch a glimpse of emotion in his eyes to gauge his iminent reaction, but all my senses had time to register was his pupils dilating as his lips formed one word.
"Maybe."
And then his lips were crushing mine.
I knew it shouldn't have been happening but the desperate, feverish feel of the kiss awoke something inside of me that seemed to be pushing its way out, hungry to be outside of me.
I couldn't remember the last time somebody had kissed me like this, and didn't want to remember the last time I'd had this feeling in my undies. I pulled out of the kiss and gave him a questioning look.
"Should we be doing this? We could lose our jobs-"
He pressed an icy finger to my lips.
"Part of me thinks they wouldn't even care. The rest of me knows that we are certainly not the only ones who do this kind of stuff."
He was right.
I shrugged, and our passionate, feverish kiss resumed. Between kisses I attempted to ask his name. Every time I was shushed with a kiss. I couldn't help thinking it was like a bad porno. Eventually my fingers and toes became numb and my nipples were so stiff I thought they might cut through my shirt. I pulled away.
"thanks, but I really need to get back to work now. "
" But I'm not done yet, " he answered smoothly.
Not liking where this was going, I coldly responded with " Yes, you are, " and attempted to push past him and out of the freezer.
His hands clamped down upon my shoulders, immobilising me and rendering me unable to reach the door handle. He jerked me back and threw me towards the opposite wall, which I hit with a bruising thud and slid to the floor amongst discarded empty boxes. Winded, and feeing the blistering cold concrete floor of the freezer on my bare skin, I held up my hands in defeat. He snorted in derision.
"ugh now you're making it too easy. Get out of here. "
Thinking this just be some kind of joke I stood, cautiously and gathered the bucket of ice. He backed away from me and held the freezer door open.
" after you, " he said politely, obviously now in earshot of somebody outside.
" thanks! "I replied, my voice oozing with a sickly sweetness as I brushed past him.
" this isn't over, Tess, "he whispered menacingly in my ear.
A chill ran down my spine, and it had nothing to do with the freezer.
