Sam arrives from a delivery

Right on cue, Sam comes in the door. She gives me a blank look, which seems calculated not to encourage me to expect that we might carry on with the games we started last night. Oh, if only she knew...

"Morning, Sam," I tell her.

She grunts. "Yeah, seems like it," she says with a thin layer of sarcasm. "Lousy back-to-back evening/morning shifts."

"At least there's a bit of a break before the lunch rush," I say. "Want a coffee?"

Sam perks up a little. "Yeah, that would be nice," she says, her tone softening very slightly.

Fair enough, she has a right to be weary at this hour. If it weren't for my shiny new app, I might not even be as bright-eyed as she is. I go to the back and fetch a cup, and pour her a cup of some slightly old coffee.

"Sugar?" I ask her.

"Don't you ever call me that," she shouts back, with a very precisely measured level of anger. I heard Vanessa bark with laughter. I decide to interpret it as a playful (if slightly aggressive) dig at me.

"I take it that's a no," I call back. I hear Sam faintly chuckle to herself. I bring the coffee to her, and she accepts it gracefully with a sullen smirk, her left elbow propping her up as she leans agaisnt the wall. She takes a sip of her coffee, and grimaces at the bitter flavour.

Okay then: now that she's established some boundaries, I figure it's time for me to knock them over. I turn around and slide beside her, on her left. I give her butt a gentle bump with my hip.

She looks over to me, side-eye. She leans forward, so that she is no longer propping herself against the wall. Her left arm dangles as she turns slightly to me.

"Are we playing this game, again?" she says. She doesn't sound quite as resigned as the words suggest, though.

I'm very aware of her left hand, as I take my right and gently cup her butt for two seconds. Just long enough, I hope, for the benefit of the doubt. "What game, Sam? I'm not doing anything wrong." This was a lie on some levels and not quite true on at least one more, but that was itself a part of this game I was playing with her.

Sam turns away from me again with a drawn-out sigh. But her left hand drifts towards my jeans, and comes to rest on the bulge that my cock is making.

After a couple of seconds, she comes to realise that her hand has come to rest on something quite interesting, and rapidly pulls it away to bring her hand to her side. "That didn't happen," she tells me, evenly.

"What didn't happen?" I reply, cryptically.

"Hmf," Sam replies, taking my reply for a confirmation. Meanwhile, her hand drifted past my leg again, until it came to rest on my bulge again. This time, Sam notices straight away, or at least I assume that she does given the fact that she suddenly goes still again.

"This," she says, her hand lingering on my jeans. "This didn't happen," she adds, playing as though she is making her meaning as clear as possible to an imbecile.

"I'm sure it didn't," I tell her. She nods, and looks at me side-eye again.

She speaks softly but firmly. "Jacob, I want you to know that I'm not a slut," she says to me. "This," she says slightly flexing her hand over my cock, "doesn't mean that anything is going to happen. Capiche?"

She says this pretty confidently, like this is the sort of thing that she's said to someone before. But there is a bit of uncertainty in there, like this was something she was surprised to be saying to me. Well, fair enough: I hadn't seen anything like this coming until yesterday, either. "Message recieved," I tell her, giving her bottom a quick caress.

Sam looks around warily. "I can't fucking believe I'm doing this at work," she says quietly to herself. "I've got to be out of my goddamned mind. We've got to be careful about this," she says to me. She doesn't move her hand an inch. She does flex it slightly, moving it over my jeans. Nothing you could call an actual fondle, but...

I'm positively aching by this point. I wish I had some reasonable way to blow off steam. I began to wish that I had chosen _User can slap her ass without consequence _or Allow user to fondle / rub against ass. Or, I dunno, something so that Sam would give me a handjob.

Sam gives me a side-eye again, and a hint of a smile. "I can feel it throbbing," she tells me quietly. "Have you been looking forward all night to playing with me again?"

"Something like that," I say, non-committally.

"You must be aching for a bit of release," she says. "I'll let you get to the bathroom, and pretend that I can't imagine what you'll be doing there." Then she smiles impishly... not quite the reaction I expected from her, there.

She steps forward, and then playfully thrusts her butt into my crotch. "Whoops!" she says, convincingly, playing it off as a bit of a stumble. "Oh god, sorry about that Jacob."

Fuck. Well, annoying as it is, Sam definitely called it about where I was headed next. I need a bit of release. While on my way, in the heat of the moment, I think of how I can properly escalate things with Miss I've Never Done Anything Like This Before.

I look through the list, and there's just one thing that seems to fit: Allow user to caress legs / briefly brush any body part against pussy or groin -- 5 Gems, thanks to the combination discount. It means I don't have to be nearly so careful with how I touch her ass: so long as my hand is moving, or resting on her leg (or hip, I guess?), it should all be fine.

Not to mention, a nice turning of the tables. (Okay, nevermind, I was the one who made her prone to putting her hand on my cock to begin with!)

I push the button, and spend the gems. I'm down to 1 now. I need to clear my head. I go to the toilets.