Their little doll.

You're their pretty doll. All theirs to use, to bend into any position anytime. Especially after they got a little private manor.

Simon:"Innit too early?"

Soap:"Jus' leave em, Si. You'll get your turn."

Gaz:"Aww, captain, I wanted first."

John:"Early bird gets the worm, Gaz."

Your captain grunts, his hand slowly pressing against your lower back as you cook as if he wants to bend you over on the counter.