Freezer Girl
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The first time I saw her, I knew I was hooked. It wasn’t her slim waist or her perky breasts, although they certainly didn’t detract. It was the small things that got me.
Like the way she would lean against the bench with her hips out just so. And the black laced choker that was ever so slightly visible above the collar of her uniform. It was her tongue ring and her dark eyeliner. It was how she looked at me when we talked, with those eyes that just screamed confidence. With those eyes that knew exactly what they wanted.
We worked together in fast food. I was the night manager, she was a server. Flirting and banter were the norm on shift. What else would you expect from a bunch of 18 to 22 year-olds forced to spend their nights together?
That’s why I didn’t believe her interest was serious at first. We all talked and joked like that. She would touch my arm when we talked and always made sure that her body touched mine as we navigated our way around the small kitchen. With a wry smile she would make innuendos and other quips that implied the dirtiest things.
Back then I was quite shy. Despite my position of authority, I wasn’t confident. I got lucky and I dated, but I just couldn’t believe that someone as hot as her would want me. Thus, all of her forwardness, that is so unambiguously obvious now, was lost on me at the time.
It took something quite explicit on her behalf to make it clear that she wanted me. I suspect she planned it out. It was late, and it was dead quiet. Other than a junior working the grill, we were the only people on shift. We both had headsets on, so we could greet the customers through drive-through and, of course, flirt.
I made my way to the large walk-in-freezer, letting them know I was doing some restocking of the fries. She was already there waiting for me. She moved herself right up close, looked me straight in the eye, put her hand on my chest, and pushed me back against the boxes of fries. Biting her bottom lip she said, “Wouldn’t it be hot to make out in the freezer?”
It is here that I need to pause the story to remind you that back then I was young, shy, and clearly oblivious. So rather take her then and there, I wavered.
I, in all seriousness, told her that, “It would indeed be hot to make out in the freezer.” Then I grabbed some fries and just left.
I just left.
A few minutes later as I was unpacking the fries, alarm bells were going off in my head. A small but growing voice was screaming at me that, this girl, this hot as fuck girl, was actually into me, and that I needed to make a move right now if I wanted to have any serious chance with her. So, I summed up my courage, pressed the intercom, and asked her to get me another box of fries out of the freezer. I was there waiting for her, and this time I was the one to push her back against the boxes.
We made out, and she was right, it was exceptionally hot.
I’m not ashamed to say that we certainly broke quite a few OH&S guidelines that night. There is a reason I remember her as Freezer Girl after all.
Restocking the fries has never been so much fun.
‘Freezer Girl’ is a part of KINK
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