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"table 13 up!"
tatum's voice rang out over the sounds of dishwaters whirring, knives chopping, doors slamming, pans frying, waitresses chattering. no one seemed to pay them mind, other than a server who ran back and forth, asking for the forgotten sauce for table 8. the kitchen was in full motion at this moment, the height of the dinner rush. a few months ago, this would have put them in the so deep in the weeds, they probably wouldn't have gotten out till 2 am. but now, with tatum here? the place ran like a well oiled machine.
of course, there were others to thank. ricky, the dishwasher, toiled over near-boiling water and steamed dishes, churning them out just as fast as they came in. cora, the sous chef, adapted well, taking on whatever tasks where given to her eagerly. sondra, the prep cook, was always watching from behind her steel table, chopping or mixing away at whatever was on her list. and then, there was lua, the pastry chef. not always here at night, typically coming in earlier and leaving before dinner, she'd been spending a considerable amount of shifts staying late, just to work a little with tatum.
tatum was the new head chef, hired in from out of state. while initially only here to fill a gap while the company found a permanent chef, tatum organized the kitchen and presented such impressive food and work ethic that the owners had offered them a full time position, one they hesitated on for a few days. finally though, with some convincing, they were the new head chef at "Rye," a made-from-scratch restaurant that prided itself on whole, natural ingredients.
lua enjoyed watching them. a walkway separated lua's table from tatum's stovetop, the two facing each other often. it had been the first little smirk that did it. lua hadn't been able to stop staring at them since her shift started, eyes locked on the sweaty arms that lifted heavy pots and plated food beautifully. tatum's hair was short, buzzed close to the head, and a septum ring that looked like barbed wire dangled from their nose. they were older than most in the kitchen, probably in their late 30s or early 40s. their eyes were deep set and they had a sharp jawline and an even sharper wit. catching lua staring, they asked loudly over kitchen noises,
"can i help you, wonderbread?"
it took a moment for lua to catch up but when she did, she was stunned; huffing out a sigh and mouth agape, she shook her head, trying to come up with a better remark.
"nah, i don't think you could! thanks though," she smirked, giving a sympathetic look before turning back to her bowl of dough.
it was playful kitchen banter, that's all! still, lua wondered if she had fucked up by back talking the new boss. it's not like she believed it either. she was sure tatum could bake, but the treatment she'd received as a baker from other chefs had always annoyed her.
for tatum's part, they could bake, but not very well. realistically, they knew they couldn't help that much, and that lua was right. even so, they didn't appreciate her pointing it out in front of every one.
they did appreciate how she looked when she did it, though. they loved other butches and lua ticked all the right boxes for them. as she turned back to her mixer, tatum watched as she hauled the heavy mixing bowl onto a cart and turned, pushing the cart towards the back of the kitchen.
her sleeves were rolled up to her elbows and she moved purposely, on a mission.
tatum couldn't help it, the curiosity got the better of them. who was this person to back talk them like that?
they took their gloves off and trashed them, following lua as she walked past coolers and hot boxes.
lua tried not to think about what she had said, growing nervous tatum would reprimand her. she tried to clear her thoughts, but was unable to shake the feeling.
finally, she reached one of the large metal boxes at the back of the room, one tatum had seen but never actually used. they leaned against the wall casually and stared as lua unloaded the dough from the cart and placed it into the box. ah, a dough proofer.
as lua turned around to walk back to her station, she jumped, startled by tatum's sudden appearance.
"shit! you scared me!" she blushed and looked towards the floor, trying not to make eye contact.
"oh, yeah? just wanted to see where you were going with all that dough."
lua's eyebrows furrowed and she finally looked at tatum, arms crossed, and fought back nervousness to ask,
"what, are you like obsessed with me now?"
lua smirked before throwing a towel over her shoulder and stepping forward to pass tatum.
tatum wasn't obsessed with lua, they were just getting fed up with this "know-it-all" attitude and figured she just needed someone to put her in her place. they stepped in front of lua's path, blocking the walkway with their large frame. staring down at her, they crossed their arms to look imposing and said smugly,
"my office, now."
lua was scared. so many thoughts raced through her mind. had she gone too far? misread the situation? was she getting fired? she turned, tail tucked, and walked out of the kitchen and down the hallway that lead to tatum's office. tatum did not follow immediately behind, instead taking a moment to check on the rest of the kitchen, leaving lua to stew in her thoughts..
lua sat on the hard leather chair in front of tatum's desk and took in the space. it hasn't been long enough for them to truly decorate, but a few photos hung on the wall and some knick knacks sat scattered on their desk. lua could feel her palms beginning to sweat as the anticipation dug into her, unsure of her fate. she’d worked here for so long, been so excited to put it on her resume. was she really gonna let some beefcake like tatum ruin her? she let the thought wander a little too far and before she knew it, she was fantasizing about their chest and arms. she wished tatum would ruin her.
finally, the door to the office slowly creaked open and tatum's head poked through. their body followed and they strode inside, the door’s lock clicking behind them. sitting down behind their desk, tatum stared at lua with unwavering eyes. their hands sat clasped on their stomach as they leaned back, thinking of what they should do.
fuck, they thought, now is my chance.
she looked so good right now, sitting there with her hat off and hair fussy, clearly nervous. her coat was unbuttoned slightly at the top, not technically dress code, but tatum didn’t give a shit. lua’s collarbones and cleavage peeked out and tatum couldn’t help but stare.
“hello?”
lua’s voice shook tatum back to reality, reminding them they were supposed to be reprimanding her. clearing their throat, tatum narrowed their eyes and leaned into their desk, drinking up the sight of lua.
“don’t you know the rules about workplace bullying?” they said, trying to sound stern.
lua scoffed, looking around the room before replying.
“that? you think that was workplace bullying?” she asked, chuckling a little bit as she relaxed in her chair.
tatum stood and walked in front of the desk. both lua and tatum had their arms crossed, staring up and down and one another waiting for someone to make a move. tatum was as cool as a cucumber but before long, lua grew too anxious waiting and found the courage to stand up, knocking her chair back a little as she did. now, the two stood with mere inches between their faces.
“what are you going to do about it?” her voice shook more than she meant for it to, but the words came out nonetheless.
this just about did it for tatum. they hated being undermined, especially if it was from a sexy butch coworker.. without thinking, their hand shot up to lua’s neck, thumb and index fingers pressed against her jawline. her eyes lit up as she stared back at tatum, desperate for them.
“wow,” she gasped, “i didn’t think you had it in you.”
tatum exploded, excited to show lua exactly how much they had it in them. they pushed her down face first onto the desk, her hands catching her before she fell. with one hand holding her head down, tatum’s other hand pulled at her pants, desperately trying to get them over lua’s curves. once they did, they found boxer briefs that hugged her beautifully. lua whimpered as tatum’s hand explored her, rubbing her ass and feeling her thighs, playing with the seams of her underwear but never explicitly touching her. they let go of her hair and pulled her coat off, revealing a form fitting tank top. with force, tatum flipped her over and hauled her onto the desk and pulled off her briefs to reveal a dripping, hairy pussy. tatum dropped to their knees and pushed lua’s leg onto the desk, staring up at her, ready to prove her wrong.
lua’s head rolled back and she began to moan as tatum’s tongue circled her throbbing cunt. before she could make too much noise however, tatum’s fingers dug into her thighs leaving dark red scratch marks. this stunted her moans.
they ate ravenously, slurping up every bit of her as they could, gnawing at her thighs as she squirmed. unable to contain herself, lua pulled her tank top down and revealed massive, bouncing tits; a sight that almost made tatum cum on sight. the black tank top squeezed her breasts together in a way that made them look extra succulent. tatum stared up at her with their tongue buried in her cunt and couldn’t take it anymore. they stood up abruptly and began unbuckling their belt. like the good slut lua was proving to be, she dropped to her knees this time to help, mouth open, tongue out and ready to take all of them. the moment tatum unbuckled their belt, lua was pulling at their own briefs this time. hungrily and with wide eyes, lua stared down tatum’s rock hard cock, slick with precum, before shoving it down her throat. tatum had to stifle their moans this time. the sight of lua’s tits under their throbbing dick reminded them why they were here; lua needed punishing.
yanking her up by her hair, tatum bent lua back over this table, spreading her legs with theirs. with a deep breath from both of them, they pushed the tip of their cock in and shoved hard, pressing her in between them and the desk. lua loved it, her pussy throbbing and clenching around tatum. suddenly, their hands pressed against her face and fingers slipped into her mouth, using her face as an anchor as they pounded their cock into her even harder. lua felt the cold wood of the desk press against her hard nipples and the feeling of tatum’s cock so deep inside her, she began to shake, orgasm taking hold of her body. tatum saw in the reflection of the computer lua’s tit’s bouncing as they slammed into her, each thrust hitting the perfect spot, and without warning, tatum felt the pressure of come rising through their veiny cock. with a final thrust and moan, tatum let lua fall onto the desk, cum leaking from her hairy cunt as she lay there, legs shaking.
“i think that probably helped enough, don’t you think?” tatum asked smugly, staring at the destroyed mess they were leaving behind. pulling their pants up and smushing their now soft cock into their briefs, they turned back to face lua before walking out of the office.
“you should get back to work soon.”
