Hungry Like the Wolf

In bisexual news today, Pitsana has started smacking my ass at work. This is not as out of place as it sounds. Let me explain. I have mentioned before that my shift is almost entirely comprised of Asian women, but I don't think I've told you about the... what to call it? Fondling? Molestation? Feeling up? There really is no nice way to put it, and yes, it is exactly what I make it sound like: porn. The Asian women feel each other up frequently in the course of doing their jobs. For instance, if Pitsana were to walk by Paivanh, she would probably grab her ass. Sometimes its a surprise boob grab, or occasionally, a pussy poke. It is distracting, let me tell you. Of course this is all in the name of fun, and no one goes to HR. I mean, really, would you? Hot Asian women playing lesbian when you least expect it makes anyone's work day a little better.

Until about a month ago, I was quite happily excluded from the organized feelsky. Don't get me wrong, I love the feel of a woman as much as the next bi chick, but I do need to work at work. However, my exclusion (I think due to my open appreciation of the fairer sex) is drawing to an end. After three years, a few parties and a lot of recipe and food swapping, I guess they trust me enough now to invite me to play hands-on. And this creates awkward situations in my head.

"Such as?" you ask. Such as Pitsana smacking my ass and me very nearly saying, "Now grab it," and very definitely meaning it. We all know what its like to be ravenous, and I can handle hunger. But hunger and temptation? There's only so much a girl can take. Already I feel my resolve weakening. I was walking by the slightly bent over resident hot chick (who is also bi, I might add) and my hand started moving on its own into walk-by grab position. It took everything I had to reign in my rebellious digits. I'm sure I looked like Ash in Evil Dead 2. It hasn't devolved to the chainsaw level yet, but I don't have far to go.

And to make it worse I know the invitation is open. I just need to RSVP. But I hesitate and deliberate and torture myself because I have no faith that I can handle it. Which is pretty ridiculous, really. My job isn't that demanding. But then there's the fact that if I start playing, I make myself persona non nookie, and thereby kill the fantasy that I actually will someday get to at least make out with the resident hot chick. I don't know if I'm willing to give up hope yet. That's pathetic. And not really the whole story. The most compelling reason not to participate is my own fear of mingling my personal and work life. At first, I kept my sexuality relatively secret from general knowledge at work and kept myself distant from my coworkers. But gradually over time, I've started giving up on keeping secrets out of fear of what people will say. Joining in the organized grab ass is just about the last step away from being afraid of being odd. So really, what am I holding out for? Bah humbug on pining! So what if I turn nine shades of red? The worst they could accuse me of is true. I have nothing to lose. Mwahahahaha! Here we go!