Tensions between Hot Boss and I are getting tighter and harder to handle the closer our respective transfers get. The good news: He's going to the same store I'm going to in August. The bad news: He's going to be even higher up ont the Conglomomart Chain of Command, so that makes him even more unattainable for me. I'll just have to deal with the stress of being strongly attracted to someone I can never have. It makes for a fun working environment, though- especially when I know he reciprocates the feelings towards me (even though they remain unspoken, except for the offhand comment or the refusal to move when I have to get an envelope that just happens to be at his crotch area level). So the saga of Hot Boss and I shall continue to intrigue and amaze here in the pages of Three Of A Kind!
The shared moment: It was late in the last part of our respective shifts, and we were both more than a little bit tired. It's a hectic week at Conglomomart with the Pepsi Americas Sail going on and 4th of July weekend and millitary pay weekend, and one person leaving early today. That meant it was just me and Hot Boss together all night long, not counting the boys in the bays. So he's rushing around trying to get things together, and I'm rushing around trying to sign people up, ring people out, cut keys, answer questions, and still keep calm and composed.
Finally a lull hits... it's just Hot Boss, Queen (who has come to pick me up from work), and me clustered around the computer trying to get a look at what we have in the system.
It's here that it strikes me to use my position with him to influence him a little. In my best begging voice, with my head cocked at the cute-little-schoolgirl angle and my skirt swishing around my ankles, I looked at him and said, "Can your last act in this store pleeeeeeaaaasssseeee be to grant me my two weeks vacation times?" Blink, blink, grin, swish swish.
Hot Boss blushes and turns his head away in the shy and awkward way of a nerd on prom night, and agrees. Hot blood rushed to his face and you could just see (or I could from my vantage point, anyway) that my swishing had done its trick. I had embarrassed him again- had him in the palm of my hand and he knew that I knew that he knew it.
I'll be honest- a lot of my day is spent fantasizing about pulling him down in the oil pit and ravishing him. I plan to write about that at a later date.
Friday, June 30, 2006
Thursday, June 29, 2006
Tuesday, June 20, 2006
I'm not the only geek out there!
A brief quotation from Chelsea Girl, a blogger over at Pretty Dumb Things (one of my favorite blogs, btw):
I have had a heart-to-heart with Britney Spears. I have sung drunkenly with Keith Richards. I have lazily twined daisies into the springy pubic hairs of the gameskeeper. I have fed from the blue fingertips of Dr. Hank McCoy. I have meditated long and hard on the carnal possibilities of Stretch Armstrong.
And now, I want to fuck Fred and George Weasley. Together.
I am a great big Harry Potter geek. I have read each book no fewer than four times, and some of them more like six or seven. When I am depressed, which has been often, though of late, rather amazingly, less and less so, I have soothed my fractured self with the calming balm of Hogwartian fantasy. I know the characters well. I have lived with them for endless, looping months at a time. I can tell you the quirks, the likes and dislikes, the relative merits, foibles and faults of them all.
And I love them, love the whole swarming herd, love Harry, love Dumbledore, love Hermione, love Lupin, love Sirius, love them, love them all.
But I don’t want to fuck any of them but the Weasley twins. (Actually, I would totally fuck Sirius. I just wouldn’t fuck Gary Oldman.)
I also have had many liasons with fictional characters- that's why I read in the tub.
Sunday, June 18, 2006
A Short Entry...
One: My boss now knows that I'm bi. That was a fun little conversation.
Queen walked back to my department to show me her new underwear that she was buying (rainbow colored), but I was really busy and not able to pay her the attention she so rightfully deserves when she walks into an area. She usually antagonizes her supervisor at her job, but he's been strangly absent lately, and so she decided to torment mine.
Over the din of people, I heard, "Look at my cute new underwear!" And out of the corner of my eye I saw my boss turn a color that can only be described as fire-engine red and stutter out some reply about how nice they were or something like that.
That night we celebrated Queen's admission into ECU with the Orgazmo drinking game, accompanied by Commentary While Intoxicated starring Trey Parker.
She drank a little too much too fast.
She got sick.
It happens.
Next day my boss and I somehow brought the conversation around to the previous day's conversation between him and Queen, and he asked me how the underwear looked on her.
I felt the following words hit the floor as though they had physical form.
"They look bettter on the floor beside the bed."
THUNK.
I blush, and he gives me the all knowing OMG I KNEW IT look. So now he knows, and still flirts with me. Yesterday his skin brushed my arm and I nearly drenched myself. My hand accidently brushed his crotch and I did drench myself. I had to excuse myself to go clean up.
What am I gonna do when he's gone?
Two: Quote of the day. "I hope I get reincarnated as a siamese cat." Queen:"But that means you'll have to lick yourself clean." Me:"That's okay. You know I like licking pussy."
Queen walked back to my department to show me her new underwear that she was buying (rainbow colored), but I was really busy and not able to pay her the attention she so rightfully deserves when she walks into an area. She usually antagonizes her supervisor at her job, but he's been strangly absent lately, and so she decided to torment mine.
Over the din of people, I heard, "Look at my cute new underwear!" And out of the corner of my eye I saw my boss turn a color that can only be described as fire-engine red and stutter out some reply about how nice they were or something like that.
That night we celebrated Queen's admission into ECU with the Orgazmo drinking game, accompanied by Commentary While Intoxicated starring Trey Parker.
She drank a little too much too fast.
She got sick.
It happens.
Next day my boss and I somehow brought the conversation around to the previous day's conversation between him and Queen, and he asked me how the underwear looked on her.
I felt the following words hit the floor as though they had physical form.
"They look bettter on the floor beside the bed."
THUNK.
I blush, and he gives me the all knowing OMG I KNEW IT look. So now he knows, and still flirts with me. Yesterday his skin brushed my arm and I nearly drenched myself. My hand accidently brushed his crotch and I did drench myself. I had to excuse myself to go clean up.
What am I gonna do when he's gone?
Two: Quote of the day. "I hope I get reincarnated as a siamese cat." Queen:"But that means you'll have to lick yourself clean." Me:"That's okay. You know I like licking pussy."
Wednesday, June 07, 2006
The Things I Find At ConglomoMart
I was perusing our Home Health Care section the other day and came across the ConAir Touch n' Tone Massager. My back and shoulders had been hurting lately, so I decided to go ahead and buy it. It was only ten bucks.
I brought it home and took it out of the box, and immediately my mind boggled at one of the attachments. It comes with six discs for different massages, but one of the attachments is this soft round point that can only be described as phallic in shape. I went into perv mode, and showed it to Queen- who completely agreed with me. After reading the instructions and making sure that there was no shock hazard or anything like that, I decided I wanted to try it as a sex toy for myself.
I wouldn't exactly call myself a connoisseur of sex toys, but I'm pretty well versed in their use- being single and sad will do that to a girl sometimes. My favorite toy that I own is my Sue Johansen Royal Majesty that I've nicknamed Viktor. He's seen me through some pretty difficult times, and if he were a real man, I'd monopolize all his time.
So I digress. I attached the 'accupressure' attachment to the ConAir- who I think I'll name Nick- and turned it on to it's low setting. It was quite pleasurable. Curiously, I switched it to high.
Wow.
It's not the mind blowing orgasms that King or Queen or even Ace have given me, but it was quite a feeling. I was shaky when I was finished, and just sort of dazed. Who knew that a personal massager from CongolomoMart could work so well?
I brought it home and took it out of the box, and immediately my mind boggled at one of the attachments. It comes with six discs for different massages, but one of the attachments is this soft round point that can only be described as phallic in shape. I went into perv mode, and showed it to Queen- who completely agreed with me. After reading the instructions and making sure that there was no shock hazard or anything like that, I decided I wanted to try it as a sex toy for myself.
I wouldn't exactly call myself a connoisseur of sex toys, but I'm pretty well versed in their use- being single and sad will do that to a girl sometimes. My favorite toy that I own is my Sue Johansen Royal Majesty that I've nicknamed Viktor. He's seen me through some pretty difficult times, and if he were a real man, I'd monopolize all his time.
So I digress. I attached the 'accupressure' attachment to the ConAir- who I think I'll name Nick- and turned it on to it's low setting. It was quite pleasurable. Curiously, I switched it to high.
Wow.
It's not the mind blowing orgasms that King or Queen or even Ace have given me, but it was quite a feeling. I was shaky when I was finished, and just sort of dazed. Who knew that a personal massager from CongolomoMart could work so well?
Tuesday, June 06, 2006
Flirting Barrier, et al.
So I need to add a new part to my list of people I might want to do: my boss.
That's right, my boss.
Who totally broke the Flirting Barrier today.
I probably don't need to explain the flirting barrier, but I'm going to do it anyway.
The Flirting Barrier is that little area where you KNOW it's wrong to flirt with a person, either due to age or sexual orentation, or-as is my case- it's against ConglomoMart policy.
It all started yesterday, when I went to ConglomoMart to drop Queen off for work at FastFoodLand. We've been sharing a vehicle lately, and I decide to utilize some time to just shop, and enjoy myself for once. I ran into a coworker and we decided to walk around together for a while and scope out the guys (which is why I love living and working at the beach, because most guys here are topnotch and burnished bright brown). The conversation came around to which employees we thought were worth looking out. I, of course, stated that Ace is the best looking guy to me at the store- just like a faithful girl should. Because he is. He's the one guy at the store I want to FUCK my brains out. Not just have sex with me, but to FUCK me until I walk on legs made of jelly and I can't speak. I want him bad. That's a fact that goes without saying most of the time. After stating the obvious, my attention turned to other stockman and my friend Joker, and other people.
Then we take the turn into automotive- my department, where my hot boss is reclining in the office talking to one of the techs. I pick up something that I needed and my co-worker and I continue on our way. Conversation turns to said hot boss. Co-worker says that he's cute. I say, "He's kinda cute." giggle giggle
From behind me, I hear- "Thank you." HOT BOSS WAS RIGHT BEHIND US!!! He heard every word. I turn a furious blushing red and hurry on my way, thinking to myself, "Great! Now I'll never be able to face him at work again."
Today comes. 6-6-6. The end of the world. Also know as the day the Flirting Barrier was broken. It started innocently enough. Queen took me to work, we walked around for a few minutes. I did my daily worship of the Triple H picture over by electronics, and then clocked in for work.
It was sllllooowwwww back in the automotive department. So slow that Hot Boss sent one of the workers home early and some of the techs started complaining that they wanted to go home, too. I was standing maybe a foot away from Hot Boss, and joking with him and the techs when he grabbed this feather duster thing that I usually have attached to my hand (it's a quirk of mine, I can't stand dust) and thrust it in my face, tickling my neck and face with it. I'm extremely ticklish, so I giggled. The techs had by this time made their way back into the shop and Hot Boss and I were quite alone. He reaches out, lightning fast, and draws me close- and then gives me a noogie! I know how silly that sounds, but he at that point broke the Flirting Barrier that I'd set up so carefully. I'm not the kind of person that likes to be touched but by a few people. By touching me, he broke that comfort zone I had- and also bumped himself from kinda cute to totally hot. I felt that old familiar feeling that usually signals having to go to the bathroom to relieve a little stress. I repressed that, and twenty minutes later I was bursting at the seams to tell someone- so I called Queen and let her know.
So now a new facet has been added to the workplace. Me, Queen, Ace, and Hot Boss- all together under the same roof. Will the squishiness ever end?
That's right, my boss.
Who totally broke the Flirting Barrier today.
I probably don't need to explain the flirting barrier, but I'm going to do it anyway.
The Flirting Barrier is that little area where you KNOW it's wrong to flirt with a person, either due to age or sexual orentation, or-as is my case- it's against ConglomoMart policy.
It all started yesterday, when I went to ConglomoMart to drop Queen off for work at FastFoodLand. We've been sharing a vehicle lately, and I decide to utilize some time to just shop, and enjoy myself for once. I ran into a coworker and we decided to walk around together for a while and scope out the guys (which is why I love living and working at the beach, because most guys here are topnotch and burnished bright brown). The conversation came around to which employees we thought were worth looking out. I, of course, stated that Ace is the best looking guy to me at the store- just like a faithful girl should. Because he is. He's the one guy at the store I want to FUCK my brains out. Not just have sex with me, but to FUCK me until I walk on legs made of jelly and I can't speak. I want him bad. That's a fact that goes without saying most of the time. After stating the obvious, my attention turned to other stockman and my friend Joker, and other people.
Then we take the turn into automotive- my department, where my hot boss is reclining in the office talking to one of the techs. I pick up something that I needed and my co-worker and I continue on our way. Conversation turns to said hot boss. Co-worker says that he's cute. I say, "He's kinda cute." giggle giggle
From behind me, I hear- "Thank you." HOT BOSS WAS RIGHT BEHIND US!!! He heard every word. I turn a furious blushing red and hurry on my way, thinking to myself, "Great! Now I'll never be able to face him at work again."
Today comes. 6-6-6. The end of the world. Also know as the day the Flirting Barrier was broken. It started innocently enough. Queen took me to work, we walked around for a few minutes. I did my daily worship of the Triple H picture over by electronics, and then clocked in for work.
It was sllllooowwwww back in the automotive department. So slow that Hot Boss sent one of the workers home early and some of the techs started complaining that they wanted to go home, too. I was standing maybe a foot away from Hot Boss, and joking with him and the techs when he grabbed this feather duster thing that I usually have attached to my hand (it's a quirk of mine, I can't stand dust) and thrust it in my face, tickling my neck and face with it. I'm extremely ticklish, so I giggled. The techs had by this time made their way back into the shop and Hot Boss and I were quite alone. He reaches out, lightning fast, and draws me close- and then gives me a noogie! I know how silly that sounds, but he at that point broke the Flirting Barrier that I'd set up so carefully. I'm not the kind of person that likes to be touched but by a few people. By touching me, he broke that comfort zone I had- and also bumped himself from kinda cute to totally hot. I felt that old familiar feeling that usually signals having to go to the bathroom to relieve a little stress. I repressed that, and twenty minutes later I was bursting at the seams to tell someone- so I called Queen and let her know.
So now a new facet has been added to the workplace. Me, Queen, Ace, and Hot Boss- all together under the same roof. Will the squishiness ever end?
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