How did that situation start?
"Hey wanna look at my tits?"
"Can I cop a feel?'
"Sure"
"Thanks!"
I'll try to paraphrase as I can't remember every detail.
To start off, if you remember how I said she asked me to go to a strip club with her on a three occasions, she asked me again (this was after I asked her out). I didn't give her a reply at that time because her friend was there working along beside her. Anyway, a couple of weeks after that, she came to work intoxicated on the weekend (little to no supervision on weekends) and I remembered her telling me that when she drinks, how she never remembers what happens. So I took the opportunity to tell her I would go to a strip club with her and she said she would take me the next time she goes.
Fast forward to what I posted about, I can't remember exactly how it started, but we were working for sometime without me talking or I was just giving her one word answers. I was kinda angry with her because she came in around the same time I came in, but disappeared for two hours, only to return and tell me that she fell asleep because she had two shots to tequila before she arrived.
She could tell I was angry, so she tried to pull this mental judo logic that she always does in any situation where she perceives I might be thinking negatively about her. She brought up something Cupid (my work friend who tried to play Cupid for us) and I did a while back, and tried to make it seem like she had the right to be angry. When I smashed her logic and showed her to be a hypocrite, she got angry and stormed away.
When she came back about 10 minutes later, she had completely changed. She started telling and asking me all sorts of sexually explicit things. She said I needed some sex in my life. How I wouldn't come into work every day (since starting almost a year ago, I've had perfect attendance) if I was having sex. That she needed to take me to a strip club to make me understand. I started debating with her that it couldn't be as great as people make it out to be.
Fast forward some, she said she'd show me her "boobs" for $20. I said no. She then asked me if I would like to feel each one for $20 each. I said no, that's prostitution, and I wouldn't be able to respect her as person if I did. We then got into a debate about whether strippers were prostituting themselves. She asked if I wanted to feel them for free. I was very flustered at this point and said "I'm not going to answer that.". She then grabbed my arm and told me she wasn't letting go unless I gave her an answer. She told me that men have urges and that she knew I wanted to grab them but I was just scared of what might happen. Eventually I did admit it. So she led me into the men's room, pulled her top/bra down, and I touched them. Then she put her hands over mine and massaged them in. The whole thing lasted only a brief moment.
When we started working again, she told me not to tell Cupid and to "take it to the grave or I'll put you in a grave". Then she asked me a bunch of questions, like how the experience was, what I thought of her breasts, if I thought she was crazy, etc. She told me when you have sex with someone who has a lot of experience, it can be really enjoyable. There's more you can do with breasts than just feeling them; you can like them, put your penis between them, etc. She flashed me a couple of more time during the night, told me she would grab my penis some time when I wasn't expecting it, and how one of these days she would take me to one of the secluded spots in the building and we'd do some "other stuff", but the breasts would be the first lesson for now. We also "shot the shit" regarding a lot of general life stuff, like our commute times, applying to other jobs (no one likes the graveyard shift), etc. before heading home.
I also solved the mystery of why she runs "hot and cold" sometimes. She opened up some and told me about her medical issues; chronic bronchitis and migraines. She said they make her tired/sluggish and "out of it" sometimes.
