This confession makes me feel gross but also turned on, when I think about it.
I work at an ice cream shop evenings after school in college. It was a fine job at first. I scoop ice cream, and make milkshakes, and clean up after work. The high up position is making cakes, it pays about 5 bucks more an hour, but I am fine making what I do. Besides the boss, Dave (everyone calls him "Uncle Dave" for some reason) he is really strict about promoting people to make cakes. I guess he's a perfectionist. He's like 50, and a little out of shape, but has a lot of energy and always keeps us on our toes.
I had worked for about 6 months when they hired my boyfriend, Petey, to scoop ice cream as well. We've dated almost a year. Petey helps support his family, and is always broke.
Anyway, one day Petey came to me and said he might have to move because their apartment is too expensive. I was afraid he might have to move far, across town or worse. I told Petey to ask Uncle Dave if he could train to make cakes. Petey did ask, but got turned down.
So... one night I thought I'd talk to Uncle Dave myself. It was a night where I closed. It was just me and him. He locked up and I was cleaning the metal scoops, and washing out the shake machine. Uncle Dave was counting the money in the register. I saw all that money, and thought about Petey, and got the courage to talk to him.
I approached him and made small talk. Then I was like "Uncle Dave, is there any way you can promote Petey to cakes? He really needs the extra money."
Uncle Dave looked at me, and he got a weird look in his eye. He asked me how bad I wanted Petey to get promoted? I was like, very very bad. I explained about being afraid he'd have to move.
"What if I wanted you to do a little extra work here, after hours, to help me?" He asked. His eyes were shifty when he asked this. I should have known something was up.
I said of course, I'd be more than glad to help, as long as it didn't take too long. He assured me it would never take more than half an hour or so. I said a half hour extra on nights I worked didn't seem so bad.
Uncle Dave then said I should meet him in the back by the freezers. And then he said something weird, that I guess really should have tipped me off.
"Be a good girl and put your hair up in a pony tail. It'll be easier that way." and he winked at me. I didn't know how to react, so I laughed and smiled and said OK. was he worried my hair would get dirty? i didn't know, but I went to the bathroom and did as he asked.
When I came out, he was leaning against a freezer. I walked up to him and showed him my pony tail, and asked if that was good.
"Perfect." he said. He reached up and grabbed it. "Now get on your knees."
I laughed, not sure what was up. I feel so silly now. I did get on my knees, him tugging me down by my pony tail. Then he breathed heavily, and said "Unzip me."
I guess then it sunk in. But I didn't process it fast. He said it again, and my hands started mechanically opening his pants, while my mind was still forming words.
"Um, I didn't realize this is what you meant-"
"Do you want to help Petey or not?"
"Yeah, but... um..." it was then that his thing sprung out of his pants. It was thick and red and angry looking.
"Then go ahead."
Well anyway, needless to say I did it, or I wouldn't be here confessing lol. Petey got his promotion, so that was good. But Uncle Dave I guess considers it an ongoing thing, because I've gotten on my knees for him many times now. Sometimes we'll be in the middle of a shift, with someone waiting for me to get a tub of their favorite flavor from the back, and Dave will stop me in the freezer and make me service him. I never say no. I've gotten to the point where I wear my hair in the ponytail every day now, it's part of my ritual when I get to work, to put it up.
I don't know, I kind of like it, but I feel gross. I haven't told Petey obviously. I have a feeling Dave wants to do more, because he said something the other day about giving Petey a raise "if properly motivated."
I work at an ice cream shop evenings after school in college. It was a fine job at first. I scoop ice cream, and make milkshakes, and clean up after work. The high up position is making cakes, it pays about 5 bucks more an hour, but I am fine making what I do. Besides the boss, Dave (everyone calls him "Uncle Dave" for some reason) he is really strict about promoting people to make cakes. I guess he's a perfectionist. He's like 50, and a little out of shape, but has a lot of energy and always keeps us on our toes.
I had worked for about 6 months when they hired my boyfriend, Petey, to scoop ice cream as well. We've dated almost a year. Petey helps support his family, and is always broke.
Anyway, one day Petey came to me and said he might have to move because their apartment is too expensive. I was afraid he might have to move far, across town or worse. I told Petey to ask Uncle Dave if he could train to make cakes. Petey did ask, but got turned down.
So... one night I thought I'd talk to Uncle Dave myself. It was a night where I closed. It was just me and him. He locked up and I was cleaning the metal scoops, and washing out the shake machine. Uncle Dave was counting the money in the register. I saw all that money, and thought about Petey, and got the courage to talk to him.
I approached him and made small talk. Then I was like "Uncle Dave, is there any way you can promote Petey to cakes? He really needs the extra money."
Uncle Dave looked at me, and he got a weird look in his eye. He asked me how bad I wanted Petey to get promoted? I was like, very very bad. I explained about being afraid he'd have to move.
"What if I wanted you to do a little extra work here, after hours, to help me?" He asked. His eyes were shifty when he asked this. I should have known something was up.
I said of course, I'd be more than glad to help, as long as it didn't take too long. He assured me it would never take more than half an hour or so. I said a half hour extra on nights I worked didn't seem so bad.
Uncle Dave then said I should meet him in the back by the freezers. And then he said something weird, that I guess really should have tipped me off.
"Be a good girl and put your hair up in a pony tail. It'll be easier that way." and he winked at me. I didn't know how to react, so I laughed and smiled and said OK. was he worried my hair would get dirty? i didn't know, but I went to the bathroom and did as he asked.
When I came out, he was leaning against a freezer. I walked up to him and showed him my pony tail, and asked if that was good.
"Perfect." he said. He reached up and grabbed it. "Now get on your knees."
I laughed, not sure what was up. I feel so silly now. I did get on my knees, him tugging me down by my pony tail. Then he breathed heavily, and said "Unzip me."
I guess then it sunk in. But I didn't process it fast. He said it again, and my hands started mechanically opening his pants, while my mind was still forming words.
"Um, I didn't realize this is what you meant-"
"Do you want to help Petey or not?"
"Yeah, but... um..." it was then that his thing sprung out of his pants. It was thick and red and angry looking.
"Then go ahead."
Well anyway, needless to say I did it, or I wouldn't be here confessing lol. Petey got his promotion, so that was good. But Uncle Dave I guess considers it an ongoing thing, because I've gotten on my knees for him many times now. Sometimes we'll be in the middle of a shift, with someone waiting for me to get a tub of their favorite flavor from the back, and Dave will stop me in the freezer and make me service him. I never say no. I've gotten to the point where I wear my hair in the ponytail every day now, it's part of my ritual when I get to work, to put it up.
I don't know, I kind of like it, but I feel gross. I haven't told Petey obviously. I have a feeling Dave wants to do more, because he said something the other day about giving Petey a raise "if properly motivated."
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