Yep, I don't think I'll ever forget that Sunday or Wednesday night that I had to work late. Oh yes, I remember, it was a Sunday night. I had also worked with Kenny that night, and I only worked with him on Sundays.
Anyways, I don't exactly and vividly remember what happened. I just remembered the endless flirt session Toby and I encountered with each other. The first real and actual flirt session! Tonight had changed the way I felt about Toby: I fell back in love with him.
I don't remember exactly which flirting expressions and techniques we used on each other, but I do remember mentioning my "God-given" ass.
"I hate my ass." I proclaimed, setting receipts into the trays waiting to have food be set on them and taken out to their customers.
"Why?" Toby asked, counting money as his desk. Him and Kenny were just standing around, and the three of us engaged into a conversation.
"Cause it's big. I have a big ass, and I hate it." I reiterated, placing drinks onto the red plastic trays now.
"Oh, I'm sorry to hear that." Toby commented, focusing back to the money he was counting. God dammit, this was one of my flirting techniques!
Ever since Nathan revealed his crush for me, and that I had found out from his sleazy white-trash friend Raymond that he wanted to sodomize me, and after I found out that all the guys I had dated previously and ones that had a liking towards my ass, I used it as a flirting weapon. Everyday, I continued to ask myself, "Why do guys like big asses? Why do guys want big asses? Why do guys like my ass?" The questions dwindled down one by one, and I started to utilize this sexual part of my body that was admired from near and afar by many guys. Don't get me wrong, I'm not conceited. I can be, but trust me, I'm very modest. I'm especially shy about my physical stance. Yes, I'm tall with long legs and an ass, and some people would love to look what I look like, but there are imperfections imposed on and in my body. I would love to trade places with the next girl, that is, if she looked the least bit decent.
I'm blabbering. For the most part, I apply my ass to flirt with guys, and possibly hook, line, and sink one right around my pretty little finger.
We kept conversing briefly about my ass, when Toby made a comment that I didn't quite catch.
"What did you say?" I asked non-chalantly, now looking at him after avoiding my eyes from his attention.
"Nothing, it was nothing." he said, looking at me and smirking, waving his hand to reply a no.
"C'mon! Tell me." I started to whine-flirt. This time I faced my body towards him.
"I just said if a girls ass is big, it's more cushion for pushin'." he confessed. He smiled a bigger smirk, and went back to the money again to avoid my reply.
"Ah, I see how it is." I replied, and chuckled, going back to my business to bring food out to a customer. He chuckled along with me.