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So I long for the days when I had a job at a very relaxed restaurant. It was a rarity in that it was often overstaffed rather than under so we frequently found ourselves with nothing to do and/or were given tedious cleaning jobs to justify having us there. I quickly learnt the neat workaround that I could get out of that by fucking the managers 🙂

It started when I needed a lot of time off for uni and was flirting with the rota manager to help grease the wheels. It escalated to me sucking him off under the desk while he typed up the rota, a fantasy of his (mine as well ?). From there it became a fixture.

Very dead days where we were stood around scrubbing tables. I would go to the office and be bent over the work desk and fucked from behind.

A really busy night (a rarity) I’d give up and go to the managers office. He knew I needed to be on the floor carrying food but he couldn’t withstand when I sat in his lap. I’d ride him in the chair and face the cameras display on the computer, happy to be seeing everyone else working their asses off but not me. Too busy to question where I was.

Occasionally I’d volunteer to assist an overnight manager who’d take a delivery in the early hours. We’d have fun fucking on or behind the bar, or in one of the booths. He’d delete the cctv later. Virtually every time they’d finish in my mouth, for stealth lol, we had to stay presentable.

This continued on for a few months before I sadly had to leave that job. In total I had four managers on a bit of a leash, all were in their late 30s to early 40s and none of them knew about the others. I miss it a lot ?.

NSFW: yes

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