A little conversation can't hurt, right?

As Bear's hand creeps up your leg toward your ass, you know you should be angry. You know you should be shouting at him, smacking his hand away, spitting right in his bearded face for daring to violate you like that. At the very least, you should just walk away, and Jeremy can fucking fire you for all you care. You're not paid enough to put up with this, and Bear can take his "fat tip" and expectations of "service" and shove them up his wide ass.

You know all that, but all those thoughts seem cold and distant compared to the heat flaring between your legs. Maybe it wouldn't be so bad to just sit in Bear's big lap, just for a few minutes, just to hear him out. Ever since Don sat next to you on the bus, men have been trying to push themselves onto you, make you smile, make you serve, make you act like you appreciated their nonstop demands for your attention and compliance. All resisting has gotten you are nasty words and more harassment. What if you just went along with it for once?

That thought instantly turns the burning, uncomfortable heat into a pleasant warmth. "Y-yeah, sure. I guess we can chat for a minute." As you allow Bear's hand to guide you into his lap, your heart leaps up into your throat. Giving in to something like this – even just for a moment – is so unlike anything you've ever done. The thrill of it shocks you. As you settle against the firm warmth of Bear, part of you wishes you were ashamed of it, but instead you're... excited.

Bear places one hand on your back near your shoulder, and the other on your knee. "There you go, sweetheart, that's not so bad now, is it?" His hand gently rubs your back. It feels nice. "Let me introduce you to my boys here. The one with the short hair is Billy. He's dumb but sweet." Buzzcut winks at you. "The one with no hair is Phil. Don't worry about his attitude, he's more bark than bite." Freckles sneers at you. "And the one with long hair is Slim. He and I go way back." Skinny's eyes briefly touch on your face before roaming back down your body, seeming to pause on all the points Bear is touching you.

All the attention is feeding into the warmth that's filling your body, radiating out from where your ass is snuggled up against Bear. "Hey guys. N-nice to meet you all." OK RC, this is enough. You should get back to work now before this goes any farther.

Phil leans in across the table. "You know, Bear, I still don't feel like I've had a proper apology from this one."

Bear's hand softly squeezes your leg just above your knee. "What do you think, sweetheart? Are you gonna apologize to my boy Phil? You did cause him some distress with your sloppy sandwich preparation."

That stings. In spite of how much you hate this stupid job, you take some pride in your ability to do it. Instead of getting angry, though, you shrink against Bear's chest as you look over at Phil. You're not used to being so much smaller than a guy, to feeling like he could wrap you up and carry you away. That feeling has the warmth inside you pulsing now. It's getting hard to think. "I... I'm sorry, Phil. I should have been paying more attention." Phil's eyes and Bear's hands on you seem to **** out a question that shocks your inner self. "Is... is there anything I can do to make it up to you?"

All of the men around you smile at that. Bear's hand on your lap moves up to rest heavily on the meaty part of your thigh, and his hand on your back moves up to wrap a few fingers around the sides of your neck. "That's very kind of you to offer, sweetheart. It seems you do understand about service after all." Both hands gently squeeze. "What do you say, Phil? What can she do to make it up to you?"

Your breaths are shallow, and Bear's hands are making you sink into that pulsing, fuzzy warmth inside. RC, what are you doing? Get the fuck out of there! In spite of the urgency of your inner voice, you feel your body lean against Bear's broad chest. What would you even do if you got up now? Go back to work and deal with Jeremy?

This is much nicer.

Phil's smile reveals nicotine-stained teeth. "Oh I've got an idea, Bear. But I think we should discuss it back at the clubhouse."

Clubhouse?

"Hey! Dummy! What are you doing sitting down on the job?"

Jeremy's yell batters at the fuzzy warm feeling, but can't quite pull you back to reality. Bear's grip on you is too strong. You look over Bear's shoulder to see Jeremy standing by the counter, glaring. It seems he's caught between wanting to scream at you for slacking off and not wanting to upset his customers.

Bear chuckles, and the motion shakes your whole body. "How about it, sweetheart? Can I give you a ride to our clubhouse, or would you rather hang out with your little boss here?" He uses his hand on your neck to turn your face toward his. The smell of whiskey on his breath makes you tingle inside. "I promise, if you come with us, we'll make sure you won't miss whatever shit wages they're paying you here."