Temptress

This isn’t the Taeyeon you’re used to.

“Hm? Liking what you see?”

The Taeyeon you know would be hesitant to reveal her shoulder, much less the amount of cleavage as she’s showing.

“Erm, I can’t say I don’t.”

The thing is, it’s just a simple, white tank top. But the fact that it’s on Taeyeon, who usually tries her best to hide her ample bust, makes all the difference.

“Say it with more conviction. If you like it, just tell it straight to me.”

With Taeyeon’s curvaceous build—curvaceous, relative to her slim frame, that is—it’s pretty hard to hide them, though. Still, the Taeyeon you know dresses conservatively—but, more than that, she speaks with a softer, kinder tone. Not this … brazen, and honestly, quite undeniably, sexily confident tone.

Is Taeyeon testing you? If so, you’re more than willing to rise to the challenge. “I love it. It makes your boobs look fantastic.”

You know you’re pushing the envelope. After all, talking to your manager like this, when the most lascivious thing you’ve spoken with her about was a select certain few scenes from Game of Thrones with euphemisms galore, is unprofessional at best and sexual harassment at worst. But, in your defense, she started it. So goes the argument in your mind. She’s the one who showed up at the local convenience store, unannounced, throwing her jacket off to reveal such attire, casually greeting you like nothing was amiss, and walking right up to you to ‘check something’ on the cash register and ‘just so happen’ to brush your arm with her clothed breasts.

“Is that so? I think so too. Thanks, honey.”

Taeyeon is older than you, but certainly not old enough to call you ‘honey’ without some kind of implication. At least, in your eyes. Even more shocking than that, however, was Taeyeon’s response. How she took the compliment in stride, how she barely even seemed to blush at the compliment—Taeyeon, whose cheeks turned a rosy pink that one time you told her that she’s so caring and kind, like a mother. A completely innocuous compliment that caused Taeyeon to develop a slight stutter, now is taking such a significantly more salacious compliment to the chin and barely flinching. In fact, not only is she not flinching, but she’s agreeing with it.

Who is this woman? Did the soul of a feisty vixen take control of her body? Did her alter ego take control? But in your seven months of working under Taeyeon, never before have you witnessed such a transformation.

“Are you closing today?”

“Yes.”

“I’ll help.” Without another word, Taeyeon turned around and headed straight for the backroom.

“Hm? Um, Ms. Kim—”

“No need to be so polite, darling. Just ‘Taeyeon’ is fine.” There it is again. Another idiosyncrasy foreign to Taeyeon. At least, as far as you’re aware.

“Er, ok. Taeyeon, closing isn’t for another hour or so.”

“It’s fine. We can close early today. I’m treating you today.”

“You’re…!” You quickly lock the cash register, dash to the door to turn off the ‘Open’ sign and lock the door, and follow her into the backroom. “Really?”

“As a thanks for being such an exemplary employee.” Huh. So that’s it. And here you were, getting your hopes up.

It was true that Taeyeon has never come around to the store so late into the day, so maybe the night, somehow, unlocks this sexier, more confident persona?

You shake your head. Why are you trying to figure this out? You don’t know nearly enough about this woman to be able to piece this together all on your own.

“Oh. Thanks.”

“What do you feel like eating today? Ramen? Chicken?”

“Whatever you want is fine with me.”

“No need to hold back, baby.” It’s starting to get to you. To be fair, you feel like it’d get to anyone: the casual way she addresses you, how flippantly she throws around pet names that makes your heart do summersaults inside your chest and bring a hitch to your breath. “This is for you.”

“Then … udon?”

Taeyeon nods, turning around from the computer to beam a smile at you. “Oh, fantastic! A friend introduced me to an udon place last month, we can go there!”

If only for a brief second, the Taeyeon you’re more familiar with comes back. The warm smile, the soft tone, but when you answer with a, “Oh, can’t wait,” Taeyeon seems to revert to her sexier, flirtier self.

“You’ll love this place.” The emphasis that Taeyeon puts on the word ‘love’, practically moaning the word, tightens the gradually forming knot in your pants. “I guarantee it.” Fuck, who knew Taeyeon had the capability to wield such sexy allure?

“Is it new?”

Your manager shakes her head. “They changed owners recently, so my friend told me.”

It feels suffocating. More so than usual. Taeyeon is your boss, so there’s the always-present desire to show your best side to her; not only that, though, Taeyeon is single, as are you, so it only stands to reason that you want to show your capable, manly side to her whenever she’s around. On top of that, the two of you aren’t terribly familiar; Taeyeon is a regional manager, meaning she oversees a few branches of the convenience stores in the area. You’ve been promoted to full-time only recently, but even still, there were stretches of weeks where she didn’t stop by. Doing a final inventory check, shutting down the computers and other systems, turning on the various security systems, the entire closing process is mostly done in a concentrative silence.

It’s in this hustle-and-bustle that you manage to cool yourself down: Taeyeon’s not wearing her usual, more professional attire, so it may be the case that she was notified of your companion being a no-show and subsequently rushed over to help with closing donning her evening wear, and maybe wearing her at-home outfit is what makes her feel comfortable speaking as she was. Maybe this is how she normally is, and the Taeyeon you knew was just her professional persona.

“Ok, good job! Udon time?”

You nod. “Udon time.”

Taeyeon slings her light jacket over her right shoulder, and not ten steps after stepping out of the locked convenience store, loops her arm around yours. You, startled, look over at her as the older woman hugs your left arm against her chest. Don’t stare too hard at those tits. Don’t think about how you can feel them against your arm. Don’t think about it. Holy fuck, are they bigger than they look? What is she doing? Why—

“Can’t have you getting lost, now, can we?”

It’s an unintelligible excuse for Taeyeon to be squeezing your arm against her chest, but you aren’t one to complain. Hell, Taeyeon can hug your arm against her chest any day of the week. In fact, she can hug more than just your arm against those boobs—

Stop. She’s your manager. Calm down.

“Erm, yeah, I guess.”

A mysterious smile lingers on her lips. “I’m sorry, am I making you uncomfortable?”

“No!” Perhaps much too eagerly, you shoot the idea down. “No, you’re not. It’s pretty dark, after all.”

Taeyeon, content, nods and continues along. You try really, really hard to not get too distracted by the feeling of your manager’s soft breasts against your arm, but instead, another part of you gets really, really hard. Being a rather shy person, you figure Taeyeon might let up when you two are in a public space, and you can finally catch a break and calm your heart, and your nether regions.

She doesn’t relent. If anything, being in a public space, with other people nearby, only emboldens her.

“So, you normally eat after your shift, huh?”

You nod. “I’ve shifted my eating schedule to accommodate my work schedule. I usually go to sleep at around 2am, wake up at maybe 10am, and make sure to eat a meal right before my shift and right after.”

“Must be rough.”

Taeyeon is sitting next to you. Not across, next to you. And, considering it’s a booth that you’re seated at, she makes sure there is absolutely no space between you and her. You can feel her silky-smooth legs pressing against yours, and that, along with the subtle, slightly fruity perfume that’s been assaulting your nose the entire walk here up until now, is driving you up a wall.