These stories are entirely fictional... although "inspired" by actual people and who knows... possible situations?
Kay had been doing well at Roscoe's. She found herself liking it more than she had assumed she would. Because of the shortened hours, she was a lot busier than she ordinarily would be, but she always felt the busier work was the faster it went by. She worked less hours, and... the rumors were true. She was getting paid good hard cash. Originally she felt like she'd maybe give this a couple of weeks and move on, but it'd been a month and she was grateful for the free time and quickly rejuvenating bank account.
The clientele skewed heavily male, and that, along with her informal work attire, likely accounted for her income. She wasn't completely oblivious, she definitely noticed appreciative stares when she would lean over to collect plates, and there was one guy who dropped his silverware loudly when she emerged from the kitchen the day the fan broke, leaving not an atom of space between her sweat-drenched dress and chest.
She noticed it from her coworkers, too. Daryl was seemingly more polite about it, or discreet. Marcus would sometimes look at her so hard when he thought she wasn't paying attention that she knew he was filing away things for the spank bank later.
Tyson was another story.
It started when he would sometimes pass her in the kitchen, which seemed to happen more and more often for more and more dubious reasons. He'd say "behind" as you do, but take that opportunity to briefly cup her behind. At first it was so quick it could've been his apron or the back of his hand, but eventually it turned into an unmistakable squeeze. He started giving her a quick smack on the ass at the end of a long day and telling her "good hustle out there." Like something maybe his old coach would do, but she couldn't help but notice none of the guys got the same treatment.
And then there was the time he started teaching her how to do some basic prep for some of the more popular items in the kitchen. While he supervised and pointed out things with his right hand, his left hand seemed glued to her left cheek. Kay felt this was a point in time. She could throw his hand off, she could storm out, she could try to subtly adjust her stance. But instead she just... kept mixing the batter. She found herself just kind of going with it. She didn't know why, it just was what it was. And that's probably what the final test was before that one Saturday morning.
Kay was in the kitchen doing prep, this time kneading dough. Tyson was behind her watching.
Kay was silently annoyed with herself, having again be so distracted by social media that she again had to run out of the house, this time without any underwear. And now she had the owner behind her, stroking his chin while he "supervised."
It was before opening. Marcus came up and, noticing the scene, asked Tyson how the biscuits were looking that day. Tyson lifted her skirt.
