I snapped out of my fog just as Nicole stopped talking. She had gotten into a story about some boy she met last summer, and, quite frankly, I couldn't have cared less. Her voice was so sexy though, I didn't mind the droning on.
"Uh...mmm" My standard reply. I had been staring at her mouth. Heat prickled up to my face.
Her blue eyes captured my attention once more. First waiting for a response, then realizing my inattention. A smile spread over her face.
"You are so cute!" Nicole pinched my left cheek and shook it. Instinctively, I winced and drew back. I regretted it immediately.
"You are just like my baby sister!"
With a wink, Nicole signaled the end of our exchange. As was her custom, she raised her hand over her head and brought it down hard on my ass as she walked past. Smack.
Turning to watch her go, I noticed my manager. He looked at me with bewilderment. I could only smile and shrug. I had no any idea why Nicole liked smacking me. I was the only one on the kitchen staff that she did that to. I wasn't complaining.
I liked to think of myself as a handsome woman. Maybe not a beauty queen, but subtly attractive on some level. I was just twenty years old. My heritage had given my a dense, lean body instead of a curvy figure. That suited me fine. I much rather people notice my biceps than my breasts anyway. As it were, the women in my town seemed to take exception to my butt. Funny thing, how straight women loved to flirt with lesbians. But again, I wasn't complaining.
Halloween has always been my favorite holiday. Becoming anything you could desire, at least for a few hours, has such allure. Everyone working Halloween night was planning to party after closing. The old restaurant had a creepy basement that was prefect. The stairs leading to the basement were actually outside, just off from the staff entrance. At the bottom, there was a large room on the left with a dry pantry, along with a chest freezer and walk-in cooler. On the right was some miscellaneous chairs, one very old couch, and boxes of God knows what piled everywhere. Past this room was a dark hall leading back to a utility room. Either side of the hall were smaller rooms once used as offices, piled with papers and boxes. The staff bathroom was the last room on the right. Over the decades, junk had accumulated on every horizontal surface available. Like some resale shop had exploded. Under normal circumstances, not a pleasant basement to be in. Many workers believed it was haunted. It was definitely spooky.
The kitchen staff was allowed to wear costumes Halloween night. While those in contact with the public had to be reasonably conservative, we in the kitchen had more freedom. I dressed as some bad boy punk. I slicked back my short hair, wore my baggiest jeans and best "wife-beater" tank top. Temporary tattoos adorned my arms, neck and chest. I decided to leave the pack-n-play at home. That would've been a bit much for work. Can't say that my costume was much of a surprise to my coworkers. It was a small community, where everybody knew everybody. I was well known as the local dyke. Luckily, I was well liked and therefore well tolerated. I never had much use for closets.
"Omygod! You look so hot!" Nicole leaned in close behind me as I kneaded some dough.
I hadn't seen her come in the back door. She was dressed in a French maid costume. Her small breasts were pushed up, showing off plenty of cleavage, as was the fashion of such outfits. I could only manage a squeak in response. Her hand traveled up my right arm.
"Love the tats...Jesus your arms are strong." Her other hand came to rest on my backside. Instead of the usual spanking, Nicole firmly squeezed my right butt check. "Hmmm, so yummy." Her hot breathe filled my ear. "Too bad you're not a guy."
With a quick smile and a wink, she left me to my work. I stared after her. What the hell? I was in a pheromone-induce haze for the rest of the shift. I was grateful when the last guests had been escorted out and the dinning room closed. I really needed a drink. Most the staff had already moved out to the staff party. As usual, Tony, the head chief, Nicole and I remained to close up.
Tony had been trying to get into Nicole's panties all summer. It didn't help she was such a tease. They often ended the night together, waiting for me to finish cleaning. Tony animatedly attempting to spark Nicole's interest; Nicole eating it up. He had even tried getting her to go downstairs with him to get 'supplies' from the walk-in.
"I'd rather be locked in the walk-in with Robin!" Nicole had once playfully retorted.
I could only choke down my jealousy and continue mopping during these displays. Nicole had never given any indication she was into anything but men. She was always telling me about some hot guy she had met. Lord knew she loved to flirt. I had seen her hanging off Tony on numerous occasions.
Halloween night was much the same. Tony sat on the prep table in a Dracula costume, vainly attempting to impress Nicole while I mopped. Soon enough, I was done. Tony got off his ass and locked up the kitchen.
We made our way to the outside. Most the others had congregated at a lounge area that had developed just outside the staff entrance. A hodge-podge collection of discarded furniture. Jack-o-lanterns had been lit. A small a patio fireplace glowed in the middle of the group. Laughter floated into the night.
We were received into the group with instructions to grab drinks from the nearby coolers. Beer and winecoolers. Guess the party had moved to the outside. Fine by me. That basement gave me the creeps. I usually ran up the stairs when I was down there alone.
