(A story I wrote a couple months ago. Trying a different style just to see if it works. All are at least eighteen in this one.)
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I have worked at the same restaurant for a number of years. Started as a busboy, it took me about twelve years to take over and run the place. I earned the respect of my crew the hard way, by working my ass off. So it isn't strange to think I have tons of stories about the strange stuff going on behind the swinging doors. This is an incident that happened a few years ago.
It so happens that the storage room for dry goods is located next to the office I use during evening service. By accident or design by the previous manager, there is a small hole at head level that can be used to spy to ensure productivity as he had always said. I swear I use to never use it cause I have a level of trust with my crew. That was until one night.
I have known C dog since we were both busboys. He preferred to stay as a waiter cause the tips were better than the starting wages. I disagreed with him and soon became his boss. He didn't mind though just because he was in his prime. Twenty three years old, toned down bod, shortly cropped hair. He had a black book the size of a day planner full of not only hot girl numbers, but their measurements and how they graded. He would rate every girl he banged by what she did and how kinky she was. I told him he could retire if he ever sold that book.
One night, C Dog told me he was checking inventory. This was code for a break since we were such good buds. He took his time walking into the dry storage room while I finished filing that damn paperwork. It wasn't long until I heard voices coming from the other room. One was C, just sweet talking someone although I had no clue who, until I heard that giggle.