I was trying to be a cool dude in front of him and didn’t want to show him that I was desperate to get in his pants. I answered, “Staring at hot g...uys like you. Guys who does adventures to see girls”.There I dropped a hint and I so wished he picks that up. And interestingly, he picked that line and replied, “So you like me?”. I nodded with my bright eyes.“I didn’t know that I will excite gay boys”, he said.“You are hot and sexy”, I acknowledged.“What will you do to me, if I give myself to you”,. I decided I would discuss it with Ranjeet and let him do the required.It was in the evening that I received a mail from the banquet ID and to my horror it was a resignation letter from Pinky stating she was unfit for the post. I called the banquet office on the intercom and it was answered by Pinky only. I asked her to come to my office and hung up. Somehow from her voice I felt she had been crying. After a while she entered my office and was seated in front of me. Again I did not know where to. She wasn't even trying to breathe, only to get him inside, growing more turned on with each moment her frustration was prolonged. This was a side of her he hadn't known, a perversion unglimpsed until now. His respect for her had crumbled away into nothing, contempt driving him to deny her while his lust urged him to push forward, to ravage her and give her the satisfaction she craved. Sudden movement in the crowd around them drew Guy's attention away from his tormenting, some of the. She was the only one serving today, and he was the only one in the kitchen. Whenever she walked in he would drop what he was doing to kiss her. But inevitably, just as his hands began moving over her body, a sudden shout from the front would interrupt them. She would adjust her clothes and run out to deliver more ale. Judging by the wry look on his face, he seemed to enjoy teasing her. The hours passed, and more men came and went who weren't her cook. More groping hands to dodge and remind her.