Voyeurism in the Workplace
I am an unwitting voyeur.

I work in a hairdressing salon in the fashionable part of Bloomsbury, with around 5 other stylists.

We recently took on a young trainee called Roberto. I think his name is really Robert, as he's pasty white and from Catford, but he puts a latino inflection on it to add glamour and mystery.

Roberto is camp, so camp, it could be said, that he rides his moped to work sidesaddle.

He has taken a shine to me and it is for this reason that I am put in the unfortunate position of voyeur to his shennanigans.

Roberto drops things inches from my booth. He will bend over with straight legs and his tight denim clad arse inches from my face in an attempt to lure me.

He caresses his pecs when he is on the phone to customers and is deliberately looking in my direction.

He makes coffee for all the staff, and only I get a marshmallow in mine (at least I hope to god it's a marshmallow).

When he eats his kit-kat at coffee break, he practically fellates the bloody thing whilst looking at me with a come hither gaze.

I dread the moment he walks into the salon stark nekkid, turns around and slowly pulls his buttocks apart to reveal a poorly wiped anus.
(Vic Flange, Thu 18 Oct 2007, 9:43, 2 replies)

He lurves you!
Presumably a well-wiped one would be enough to turn you?
( e.m.m.y. foxtrot uniform charlie kilo india tango, Thu 18 Oct 2007, 10:11, closed)

Pah!
Lunar Jim is never unwitting in anything he does or experiances.
( girlinthehole, Thu 18 Oct 2007, 10:20, closed)