Dirty Talker

In my youth I had worked at a restaurant as a server. I enjoyed the socializing with the customers, my fellow co-workers and the money was good as well. I guess you could say at this point of my life at the age of eighteen I was very attractive with a muscular physique that seemed to attract women that were in their mid to late twenties. I remember many times as a server that I would have a table of very attractive strippers or skanky girls that wanted to party with me after my shift, but that was not my scene as I had a beautiful girlfriend that gave me everything I needed and more. 

​Then about a year into my job as a server a girl by the name of Samantha was hired. She was very attractive with enormous breasts that she no problem showcasing. Right from the get go I could tell that she had taken a liking to me. Constantly she would rub up against me with her massive mammaries. When she did it she would also give me a creepy look like she wanted to tear my clothes off. In the lunch room she would repeatedly bend over in front of me and try to sit on my lap. I didn't buy into any of her antics but soon rumors started that we were sleeping together. All of a sudden Samantha became friends with my girlfriend on facebook, but I wasn't sure how or why. Then the obvious happened when my girlfriend heard the rumor about me and Samantha. I begged for my girlfriend to believe me that it wasn't true. At first she wouldn't talk to me but a couple of weeks later after heavy persistence on my part she came around.

I stopped saying high to Samantha and begun the process of freezing her out. She noticed this right away and I could tell on her face that she was incredibly bitter. Whenever I would see her I would walk the other way or when I was in the breakroom and she would come in I would leave the room, but many times she would block the doorway and not let me leave. People started to tell me that she was psycho for me and that I should be careful.

Soon after these warnings she started to talk dirty to me. I mean real dirty. She would come up behind while I was on break or working and she would tell me in the most filthy and sexual language what she wanted me to do to her or what she wanted to do to me. Initially I didn't say anything to her but eventually I told her to stop as her language was making me feel uncomfortable. She increased her madness by waiting for me outside work after my shifts. One time she told me to come over to her car as she wanted to show me something. It was a massive dildo that she said she named after me.

The next day I was going to talk to my manager about her and just as I was going to speak to him I was called upstairs by my direct supervisor and was sat down. My manager spoke to me about my sexual touching and verbal sexual harassing of Samantha. I tried to tell him what really happened but he would not listen. I was then fired for sexual harrassment at the end of my shift.