On the Line

by Naomi Loud

It opens. I walk in.

Uh ok

drinking out of a clear container that seems to be filled with ice water.

...so a bottle of water??

gait

His gyatt???!!

grins, his cheek dimpling, and shoots it back. “What about him, what does he do?”

This is bandanarry now :)

Ozzy?”

No this is harry

chef!” I holler back, stashing the papers above my garde-manger

Id laugh edit: ths is harryz pov not hers whoops

Even though I was expecting it, the burn of straight vodka is still harsh down my throat.

THiS IS NOT A WAFFLE HOUSE!! BAHVE

thick thighs.

Chill bro

Alec

Hmmm paul mesccal i think

trying to sound teasing and less of a jerk.

Aw?

honeybun.”

Puke

“Especially, that fucking slut Ozzy.”

OH! Okay

don’t know much about Ozzy, except that he’s continued to call me Jimbo ever since that first week

Thats so funny :'O

He grins, a dimple appearing while he leans his hip on a counter, still in his chef jacket, brown curly hair looking disheveled.

HARRY!

three weeks of working at Orso,

GIRL WHAT HAPPENED

I stay silent for a beat, studying him, not sure what to say. I don’t know how to tell him that I usually stick to familiar foods. That meals I’ve eaten a thousand times before feel the safest and the most comforting, especially when I’m overwhelmed. How I can’t eat food with certain textures without completely losing my appetite. It’s not that I don’t like to be adventurous, it’s just that when it comes to food … I’d rather stick to what I know.

Autism?

Ozzy moves my hand away, lets out a small tsk and holds up a finger. “Let me.”

Oh okaY zaddy

Zachary walk out from the bathrooms.

HOW OMG

just can’t help myself.” He squeezes my thigh. “I mean, look at

BREA UP NOWWW

“Uh oh, penguin mode

Ok i high key want him

on the Snickers bar. “And slide it up your pretty cunt.” Her breath hitches, and my cock swells against my boxers. “Then bring it back to me.” I crowd her just a little bit more. “I want to taste you on it.”

WHAT THE FUCK ?? UTI WHO? YEAST INFECTION HUH?

The silence that follows is electric, her eyes still wide and fixed on me.

Out of all the insane things ive read... Ths geniunely shocked me

“You’re out of your fucking mind, salad boy,” she says heatedly, storming out of the storage room.

Thank you jesus

He pushes himself off the wall, flicking his cigarette into the parking lot. “Everything okay? You seem a little …” He makes a vague gesture trying to convey my current emotional state.

PLEASE GIVE ME A WHO DID THIS

“Thought you might be hungry. You weren’t at staff meal today,” he says, his gaze down while he continues chopping. “I made them with Doritos.”

What if i cry

His eyes meet mine, his lips curling into a loaded grin. “I know.” Reaching up on the shelf above him, he grabs a small birthday candle, sticks it into the melted cheese, and uses a small torch to light up the tip. “Happy birthday,

Officially down bad for him

arm a small tap with his finger. “We thought maybe we could celebrate, all together.” His voice dips low. “Revisit some fun times

Is he openly talking abt r@ping her? ??!

Inside the freezer, I feel crazed, looking for Ozzy’s stash of Snickers bars. I know I’m fighting fire with fire, that every single thing I’m doing right now is leading up to one monumentally irrational decision.

NO DONT DO IT

With the chocolate bar in hand, I storm back out and head for the staff bathroom.

PLEASE DONT

Hiking up my skirt, I pull my thong all the way off and bring a knee up to lean on the

ITS NOT TOO LATE

But I have no plans to stop. The bar is still frozen,

WELL CHANGE THEM

skin as I delicately slide it into my pussy.

This is so upsetting

But then the image of Ozzy standing there, a small smirk on his lips as he watches me do such a deviant thing has me letting out a soft gasp.

In a way this parallels the thought of syd bringing carmy out of the panic atack

A small shiver of pleasure skitters up my spine, and it becomes a little easier to push it all the way in, until finally, I pull it all the way back out.

WHAF JUST HAPPEND

let my hand move on its own accord, the frozen tip of the bar circling my clit, then pushing it back into my pussy a second time.

What made you write this

Oh my god.

He is not here girl

“Here,” I say, taking his hand and forcefully placing the bar in his palm. “All paid

Not sanitary at all

“You heard her,” I hear Ozzy drawl from behind, coming to stand next to me. He takes a casual bite of the chocolate bar, and for a beat, my mind

Theres no way

work here. You don’t, so skedaddle,”

Okurrfr

“You taste better than I could’ve ever dreamed,” Ozzy whispers near my ear, his hot breath tickling my skin. “I’ll make sure you lose to me more often.”

This is not real

“Tell me to stop, princess,” I say raggedly, my movements becoming more heated and demanding while I hurriedly push her dress up higher. “Tell me you don’t want this.” Sliding my palm over the fabric of her panties, I add, “Tell me you don’t want my fingers inside your cunt, while your piece of shit boyfriend is within earshot.”

Erm ok

“Yes, chef.”

Oooo girl u ate that

first, I’d liked the idea of living on top of a restaurant, until I realized my entire apartment would smell like fried chicken all the

I loled

Sweetheart? No, maybe just princess. No. That doesn’t feel right either. Jesus fucking Christ, Oz, get it together, you dipshit. I settle for something safer.

Aww

snicker.

Dont use thay word anymore

a subtle type of desperation I feel … like I need to absorb every little detail from her life that I possibly can.

Hes so cute

shoot my shot.

Baller

“Should I meet you there,” I mumble under my breath while I type.

Ok hes the best mmc ive read in a while

of who she’s with right now.

Damn ok

Idiot.

Love