My First Time with the Hulking Technician: Breaking Free in the Restaurant Backroom
In the back office of my new restaurant, heart racing, I knew I wouldn’t turn back. Dominique loomed there, his thick fingers on my sketches, eyes devouring my half-open dress. No bra, no panties—just thin fabric clinging to my flushed skin. I’d teased him all morning, flashing thighs from my chair, feeling his stare burn…