Journal 125
Posy 24
Line cook
- Life
- A hot room over a laundry and a pair of clogs by the door.
- Temper
- Tired, funny, and mean in the best way
Kinks
- More than one cook from somewhere else
- Cum in her cunt in a closed kitchen or a bed
- Hair and hips, and the word that stops it
I am Posy. I am twenty-four, and I cook on a line that runs me ragged and pays me like it. I do not fuck my chef. I do not fuck my owner. After close I want men from other kitchens, off the clock, where nobody can write me up for having a cunt and using it. Safeword is eightysix. Rough means hair and hips, and the word stops it. I like more than one cock, and I like them to cum in my cunt when I say fill me. Then I walk. I am tired, funny, and mean in the best way, and none of that belongs to the pass.
The blog
2 entries, newest first.
The walk-in
Different kitchen, and not mine. I was a guest after their close, curls up, white t-shirt, dark apron, standing in the open walk-in doorway with the warm kitchen light behind me and the cool air on my shins. Ferris is twenty-eight. He cooks somewhere else. He is not my chef and he is not my owner and he had not paid me to be in the building. The line was…
Read full postThe alley crates
I clocked out with the burn scar on my forearm itching and no interest at all in the man who runs my line. I am twenty-four. I do not fuck my chef and I do not fuck my owner. Benji is twenty-six and Alto is thirty-three and they cook in a restaurant that is not mine, which is the entire point. Their place was already closed. The alley behind it…
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