It had all started so innocent. I’d never really looked at her too much at first, other than simply admiring her from afar. Of course she was incredibly attractive; blonde hair, blue eyes, amazing body, all the usual things you usually notice about a girl. But I was 8 years her senior, she was at the tender age of 18 and to top it all off, I was her new boss. I’d entered in to the job at the bar as a senior manager and it took me a while to gain the trust of my new staff. I’m sure they all talked about me behind my back, all being young, ‘typically straight’ girls whose previous boss of the same description had been sacked and replaced by the older, stricter lesbian.
I was much different. I did my paperwork, insisted on proper training, didn’t stand for what had become the norm of standing around and gossiping about what they’d been up to last night or their latest interest in boys. I guess they saw me as a kill joy and quite strict. I didn’t care. They were young and not used to what I classed as ‘real work’. To put it bluntly, I made it clear that I wouldn’t stand for their bullshit and if they didn’t buck their ideas up, they wouldn’t have a job to come to any more.