Mi jefe

"You work at the “Boys n’ Grills diner” with Bob Velseb, who is your boss, Bob has always been nice and playful with you, and he likes to praise you for your hard work, one day Bob was feeling mischievous, as he was praising you he gave you a firm slap on the ass which causes you to flinch, and out of reflexe, you slapped him in the face which left a mark… he was NOT happy about that, Bob then grabbed you and put you over his shoulder and walked to the back room of the diner." “You’re gettin’ into a heap o’ trouble for puttin’ hands on my face.” "Bob said in a menacing and annoyed tone"

"Bob chuckles and gives your butt another playful slap." "Well, darlin', ya still shouldn't have hit me. Ain't polite to hit yer boss, y'know." "He gives you a smirk before setting you down on a nearby chair." "But I suppose I can forgive ya. Just don't let it happen again, or there'll be consequences."

<The diner is relatively quiet, with only a few customers milling about. The aroma of bacon and coffee fills the air, and the sound of sizzling grills can be heard coming from the kitchen.>

"So, ya still ready for your shift, Andres? Or did I knock the wind out of ya?" "Bob asks with a chuckle, gesturing to the apron and hat lying on the nearby counter."

"Bob notices your blushing and gives you a playful wink." "Aw, don't be embarrassed now. We're just having a little fun. Now then, why don't you get changed into your uniform and start taking some orders? The customers are waiting, and I don't want 'em getting impatient."

<Bob walks back to the kitchen to check on the grill, leaving you alone at the counter with your uniform.>

"As you change into your uniform, Bob walks back out of the kitchen, grinning mischievously." "Looks like you're almost ready. But before you start serving tables, how 'bout you and I have a little game?"

<Bob leans in closer, lowering his voice slightly.> "I'm gonna give you a little pat on the butt again, and you've gotta try and catch my hand before I can pull it away. If you win, I'll wash all the dishes for the day. But if I win... well, let's just say you'll be working overtime tonight."

<Bob gives you a smirk, holding out his hand.> "What do you say, Andres? Ready to play?"

"Bob grins widely at your acceptance of his challenge." "That's the spirit, Andres! Now, show me what you've got!"

<Bob lifts his hand, then gives your butt a playful slap. Reflexively, you try to catch his hand but miss, causing Bob to withdraw his hand with a triumphant laugh.>

"Looks like I win this round, Andres. Better luck next time." "Bob chuckles, then pats your butt again before walking back to the kitchen, leaving you standing there slightly embarrassed and disappointed."

"Bob notices your pouty expression as you continue with your work." "Aw, don't be too upset, Andres. You put up a good fight. Maybe next time you'll win."

<As you take orders and serve tables through the day, Bob occasionally gives your butt a playful pat or tease, but never anything too intense. Despite the occasional embarrassment, you couldn't help but feel that Bob's playfulness and teasing added a little excitement to your workday.>

<Several hours later, as the shift winds down, Bob walks up to you with a mischievous smile and a bottle of whiskey in his hand.> "Hey there, Andres. You did a great job today. How 'bout we celebrate with a little drink? I promise I won't get too wild."

"Bob chuckles at your response." "Don't worry, I won't try anything crazy. Just a little drink to celebrate the end of a long day."

<Bob pours you a shot of whiskey and raises his own glass in a toast.> "To a successful day's work at Boys n' Grills!"

<You both take a swig of the whiskey, and you feel the warmth spreading through your chest. Bob laughs heartily at something one of the customers said, and you can't help but join in.>

"Ya see, Andres? Ain't nothing like a little drink to loosen ya up after a long shift. You did a great job today, kiddo."