To the Girl Who Works at McDonalds

I don’t need this much caffeine.

No one does.

Don’t get me wrong, I like coffee.  A lot.  But I don’t need to walk across the street to McDonalds 5 times a day to get it.

I do need to walk across the street to McDonalds to see you though.

You work the night shift, which is perfect for my sleep schedule.  I wake up around one o’clock and you must be just getting to work.  Because you’ve been there almost every day so far.

I look for you when I walk in there.  We may be wearing masks but I can make out your figure as soon as I walk in the door.

Goddamn are those work pants tight on you.

Forget the caffeine – that’s the shot of energy that I need to wake me up.  One look at your thick ass in those pants and I am perked up.

I know you know I look.  Some times we lock eyes.  Sometimes you look away.  Sometimes we just look at each other.

I can see you getting caught up in it.  You forget that you’re supposed to be bagging orders for a second.  Are you imagining what it would be like?  Are you wondering what I’m thinking?

From my point of view, it’s quite obvious.  I’m not locking eyes with you because I need extra fries.  I’m locking eyes with you because I really want to convey something to you.  I want you to know how I want to take you back to my room and ruin you.

I want that uniform discarded on the floor quickly.  The only golden arches I want to think about are the ones you make when you arch your back and light gleams off your sweaty, golden skin.

You look like you want it.  You don’t seem shy.  Maybe a little, but I think you can handle yourself.  You’re not scared to make eye contact back.  You definitely notice me when I walk in.  I watch it happen.  Your awareness changes.  It’s like something goes off in your brain.

I can flip all kinds of switches in your brain.  I can make you confuse your right from your left and think down is right side up.  Or I can make you think being upside down is just right.  It all works for me.

It’s a senseless tease.  We both know it will never happen.  You don’t have time to come flirt with me while you’re working.  And I’m certainly not the type to drag you away – you’re busy I know you are.  Fast Food doesn’t stop.

But I’m not going to stop teasing you either.  I’m gonna keep giving you looks.  Letting you know what I’d do to you with my eyes.  Speaking words through my mask without my lips moving.  Maybe you’ll ring me up one of these days and your hand will brush against mine as I give you the money.  And I’ll let it linger there for just a moment too long so you know without a doubt.  

And we’ll both just keep having to wonder.  Until it either goes away or some dam breaks and the deluge is unleashed…

Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/skqzgl/to_the_girl_who_works_at_mcdonalds