I was relieved to see that Stacy wasn't there-just Jason, who waved to me from behind the dishwasher. "Yeah," I said, and went back through to the kitchen. Mario looked at me skeptically but then shrugged. "Can't tonight," I yelled back, and I saw him slump in disappointment. "Hey, P! Come to Gio's? The whole crew is coming out tonight, gonna be epic!" he yelled. I put the money belt by the register and tried to slip quietly back into the kitchen, but he saw me. Mario was cleaning tables at the far end of the serving floor, singing along to the radio as usual. I put the hotbag back on the shelf and then hustled toward the front of the restaurant without making eye contact with her. "Yeah!" I replied, trying to sound chipper.
"Everything OK?" Stacy asked when she saw me come in. So with a sigh, I heaved myself out of the truck and took the hotbag and money belt into the restaurant. well, at least it wasn't going to be visible. My wrists and arms were red, but I could hide the marks in the sleeves of the oversize shirt I was wearing. Aside from a busted lip, my face was actually in decent shape-no cuts or bruises, at least for now. I looked at myself in the rear-view mirror. I felt a squelch of hot fluid squeeze out of my asshole, further soaking the pants Mario had lent me. As I spoke, my lower back spasmed and my ass muscles contracted involuntarily. After accounting for the money Zach had stiffed me, I'd pulled only fourteen dollars in tips today. In the Pizza Hut parking lot, I flicked on the dome light in my truck and counted out the cash in my belt, my hands trembling, making sure the correct amount was there. I needed to get the money belt back to the restaurant before Mario left for the night. I'd have to pay for them out of my tips, in any case.Īs I drove back to the restaurant, memories of what had happened came to me in flashes.
I pushed myself up and limped past the gate, back to my truck, bending to grab the uneaten bag of breadsticks on my way. I spit into the pool and saw darkness-blood-swirl in the golden light of the submerged lights before it was sucked gently into the pool filter. and high on the adrenaline of what had just happened-what they'd just done to me. They were laughing and sort of play-wrestling with each other, still naked. I looked into the house and saw Zach and the ginger chugging beers in the kitchen. When it was all over, I stumbled to the edge of the pool and knelt to fish my hat from where it was floating, next to the filter intake. If this is not up your alley, please click elsewhere! All sexual contact described occurs between adults aged eighteen years and older.
Author's note: This series contains (occasional) descriptions of rough and forced sex, some of which crosses the boundaries of consent.