I was late to work again today. These lunch shifts are killing me, I swear to god. I don't know how the people that run this world so that I can play in it get up before 10:00am. The clubs don't even close until two!
And then, of course, Nick and I were... up even later. Heh.
So let's see... at the moment I have a four-top in the smoking section waiting on drinks from the bar, two two-tops happily munching, one with salads and the other sharing brie and crusty bread (one of my personal favorites... hmm... might want to refill the ice teas at table 4), Mr. O'Connell is in his usual spot by the window eating his usual and wanted to be left alone as usual, and hmm... oh shit there's someone they've just seated in the smoking section for me. Single guy, seems engrossed in his menu. Ok then...
I pick up the drinks for the four-top and drop them off. One of the women asks me for a glass of water. Why she didn't ask me when I took her drink order, I'll never know. Well she can just wait a few minutes while I take this other guy's order and...
Oh, you're kidding me.
The guy behind the menu lowers it revealing spikey hair and smiles. It's Nick. I grin and make my way over.
"Good afternoon, Sir. My name is Sean and I'll be your server today. Would you like to start with an appetizer?" I grin, and put a sort of flirtatious lean in my hip.
"Mmmm... yes I would, as a matter of fact." Nick replies, his voice is a little too husky to be ordering lunch, however. "I would like to have a long slow blow-job for starters..."
Jesus Christ... if I don't get hard right there. "Nick!" I hiss, eyes wide. I look over my shoulder to make sure no one is listening in.
"And then for my main course... I'll devour an adorable blonde boy.. right about your size I'd say..."
I try to swallow but my mouth has gone dry. "I'm sorry, blonde boys were last night's special, we're fresh out of them this afternoon... perhaps you would like to try our brunette instead?" I manage a lame joke, but Nick knows he's got me.
"That's a shame." He says to me. "Will you be getting more in? When can I have one?"
"Oh..." I clear my throat, I know I'm blushing like mad because I can feel my ears heat up. "We expect there will be one available around 4:00pm, sir."
"Excellent. I'd like to put in my order in advance, then."
"Yes, sir."
"And keep talking me just like that."
"Y... yes, sir..?" Oh god what is Nick up to? My knees are weak.
"Very good."
A sudden, absurd and totally irrational rush of lust overtakes me. "I get a break in ten minutes." I say in a rush, the words having an energy all their own.
Nick grins. "You're learning." He says to me, putting his menu down and standing. "Where?"
I search my mind desperately. "Em... Employee bathroom." I stutter.
Nick doesn't look at me as he walks past me. "I'll see you there."
For a moment I can't even move. I'm totally disoriented. What was I doing before I walked over here? A lady at my four-top reminds me.
"Excuse me?" She calls and waves a hand. "We're ready to order now."
I look over at her and blink before it hits me. She wanted a glass of water. I make my way over. "S... sorry about that I... your water is coming..." My hands are trembling.
They order, one by one, and I try to write it all down, but I know I've lost this tip already. Once they're finished I hurry off to bring the woman her water. Then one of my two-tops wants their check. Right... check... that means I have to add but I'm not sure I have enough blood left in my brain. I look at my watch, it's time for my break. I disappear.
The employee bathroom is down a long hall behind the kitchen. I don't know how Nick could get to it but I know he will. When I get there the door is closed, so I tentatively try the handle. It's locked. "Nick?" I call through the door. It opens and I am pulled inside. It's dark in here; Nick has the main light off so the only light is the cheap little white nightlight thing that's supposed to help you find the light switch. Nick locks the door again and I can feel him at my back.
"Kneel." He says to me and I just obey, sinking to my knees without giving it a second thought. I'm in Nick's hands now, he knows my limits, and besides, he's told me I'm not supposed to think when it's like this.
Nick slowly undoes his fly. "How long is your break?"
"Ten minutes."
"What?"
"Ten... ten minutes, sir."
"I'll have to be quick then. Try to keep up with me."
"Yes, sir." I say but I barely get the words out because Nick shoves his cock at me, forcing me to open my mouth wide and devour him.
"Ohhhhfuck." He groans, and I wonder if they can hear him in the hall or not. I can't believe I'm doing this here. I can't believe he gave me a hard-on without touching me. But my own pants feel tight and I undo them to stroke myself as I blow him. "Mmm... look at you..." he breathes, "I've got you so fucking hard."
He does, I admit it. Maybe I ought to be embarrassed, but I'm not.
I blink as he pulls away from my mouth and hauls me to my feet. He pushes me at the wall and I press my palms against it. He shoves my pants around my ankles, shackling me before tugging off one shoe so I can pull my leg out and get a wider stance.
"Mm... beg." He orders and I hear the now familiar pop and tear. Just the sound of that condom makes my knees week. He's going to fuck me and oh god I want it.
"Nick... please..." I moan pathetically. "Want it... want you..." It's hot in here, I can't get a deep breath, and then Nick is on me, hands sliding up my chest, his narrow hips pressing into my ass. I bend a little and press back to take him in. "Uhhhh..." I whimper as he fills me.
"Gonna fuck you." He pants in my ear with this voice... this low, dark throaty voice that makes me shiver.
"Yesyes...yes Nick..."
"Yes what?" He growls over my shoulder. Shit I forgot about his game, he's got me so hot I can't think.
"Yes, sir. Fuck me, sir." But it's not like I need to ask, he's already got it going. It's all I can do to push myself away from the wall. I look down at my cock, bouncing with Nick's rhythm, and I want to grab it and stroke it but I can't. "Nick... shit..." no, not Nick...it's his game, and it's so damn hard for me to get into. All I want is a good shag. "Sir... please... touch me..."
And thank the gods above he does. It's not long now, two, maybe three minutes if that before I come, slicking his fingers and my thigh. I press back at him, and he moans, god I love that moan... and then he's letting go, muffling a cry in my shoulder.
We stand there panting with our bodies pressed together for a moment before Nick's wristwatch appears before my eyes.
"Eight minutes. You've got time for a cigarette, baby." He laughs and tugs himself free sending electricity up my spine, and I guess I get that vacant look like I stuck my finger in an outlet, because he snickers at me as he goes to clean up.
Eight minutes. I share the sink and make myself presentable.
"Don't forget to wash your hands..." Nick laughs, pointing to the sign above the sink, and then he's gone.