The Big Head
by me
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[M/F, M+/F, kinky, cheating]
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It was my first time in a position of “power”. That is, it was my first time working anywhere where they put me in charge of somebody.
I was, technically speaking, the Assistant Manager of the chain-restuarant I’d been a line-cook at for two whole years since graduating high school. And boy did it go to my head.
I was a real prick. I wrote employees up for anything and didn’t give a shit that they hated me for it. The GM was this middle-aged guy who loved using me as the scapegoat for any of the anger the waitstaff (especially the waitstaff! kitchen, front house, bar– no other department was nearly as bad at complaining and being all around dumbasses as the fucking waitstaff) had to direct somewhere. They played pranks on me, they talked about me behind my back, and I knew all about it because one of the linecooks was a friend of mine. He was trying to get me to chill.
When he told me that I literally said, “Are you kidding? Why would I ‘chill’? I love this fucking job!”
Because I did. I’m an ashamed control freak and being in charge of anything ends up with two things happening. First, whatever it is suddenly improves. And I mean visibly. After I became actual GM later down the road sales rose as did turnover, but the turnover was only for a brief period. Then we kicked ass and broke sales records consistently until I moved on after graduating school.
I digress. The point is this job made me feel like a big, important Man. I’d grown up with three older sisters. I was used to being picked on and teased.
Now it was my turn.
Joy became my first prey. She was older than me, but only just barely, 22 to my 21, but was already married and had a kid. It was too bad, I thought when I found out, because she was totally fuckable. The fact she was a mom changed that.
I was so stupid. Fucking moms is pussy like none other… I cannot believe I was dumb enough to be turned off by it at first.
Joy had been a hostess at the restaurant since she was fifteen, started waiting tables at the age of 18, and now four years later still waited tables and still claimed to be saving up for college.
Right. In truth she was living off her borderline abusive husband and was either too dumb or too weak or too sad or something to do anything about it.
Again, I was a real shit back then. A real shit of a contorl freak with insecurity problems who was suddenly in a position of authority over a stupidly attractive young woman who reminded me of my older sisters…
Yes. I made some poor decisions. But as I would ultimately come to discover for myself, Joy was far from an innocent victim preyed upon by some asshole on a power trip.
No. If I tell the rest of the story, trust me, you will end up hating Joy more than me by the end. You’ll hate us both, make no mistake… but you’ll hate her more.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/6x7cci/i_was_young_and_immoral_she_was_young_insecure