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Here be five short stories. Pick thy favourite and vote for it.
ps. Bump when you vote, so this doesn't fall out of frame immediately.
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1. It's All In The Preparation
“I’ll take a quarter pounder with all the trimmings…” Sheila paused as she considered her mood.
The guy behind the counter, who’s badge, decked with a full complement of golden stars, declared him to be Steve and that he was Happy To Serve, waited patiently. The usually fixed smile that he wore when dealing with customers was somehow softer, like he meant it, his eyes held a glimmer, like he was enjoying the sight of this lone diner.
“No pickle.” She finally declared, meeting Steve’s eyes for the first time.
“No pickle.” Steve held Sheila’s gaze as he called out “Quarterpoundernopickle.” And received an echo in reply from the kitchens behind. “All alone?” he asked.
“All alone.” She confirmed and then, having decided that her mood was ‘just so’, informed the dark haired youth “and I need something to fill me up.”
Steve took up the challenge and asked “Anything in particular?”
Sheila half lidded her eyes as she replied: “Two or three things… if you have any friends back there.” And indicated the kitchens with a very slight incline of her head.
Steve’s nerve finally broke at this bold display and looking at his watch stuttered “I.. I.. W.. Was just about to l…lock up.”
Sheila beckoned with a crooked finger and walked, hips swaying, to the open end of the counter. Steve followed. Sheila leaned in close and husked “Lock the door and take me to your friends.”
* * *
“Well introduce us Steve” Sheila almost purred as she stood in the middle of the small group in the hot, dazzling kitchen.
“Th… this is Sheila.”
“And…?”
“And she wants to be a side salad.” Steve muttered quickly trying to conceal his embarrassment while his face turned the colour of his new peaked cap.
Sheila read the name tags of the group as she turned and pushed her index finger into each co-workers chest. “Seb, Martin and… “ Sheila’s finger slid across the badge and flattened the palm of her hand against the firm young breast nestled behind and breathed, ”Jo.”
* * *
"Pickle?"
"Pickle." she mused "Pickle, pickle, pickle. Yes. I do believe I'll have pickle."
"Pickle it is." He smiled as he very carefully sliced the gherkin lengthwise and then with incredible skill and the steadiest fingers she had ever witnessed removed a translucent, almost transparent sliver from the top of the half gherkin resting on her ribcage.
Sheila gasped as the juice from the vegetable dripped precisely cold down along the runnel between her third and fourth ribs at the self-same moment that the edge of the honed cutting blade pressed delicately into the goosebumped areola surrounding her stiffening nipple.
Seb transferred the half gherkin to sit below Sheila’s opposite breast and performed the operation once more, again eliciting a thrilled gasp at the tenderness of the blade’s kiss.
“A side salad.” Sheila said, lying naked on the chromed work surface, naked except for tomato, lettuce, onion, beetroot and pickle. “Eat.” She invited. “Eat and enjoy.”
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2. 11 PM News
In this story, you’d expect some bathroom stall fucking, some uniform (or not so uniform) undressing in the staff room, someone getting head in the drive-thru.
You won’t find it here.
Instead, this news item: a man pretending to be a police officer phoning random fast food restaurants. He gets the manager on the phone, tells him or her that an employee is stealing, to bring that person to the office. He instructs the manager to tell the employee to remove their clothing…
You can see where it goes from here.
The thing was – there was a videotape in the office. They play it on this television feature. The young female employee removes her clothing and is told to do jumping jacks. Her breasts bob. She is thin but still, she has breasts enough to bounce. Her hair bounces. She is scared. She is beautiful.
She is told to bend over, she is being insolent. She is spanked. Hard. She is spanked by this manager who keeps the phone to his ear. Her ass blushes with embarrassment.
Amazingly enough, no one questions why the police would be inflicting this type of punishment over the telephone. The manager and the employee they do exactly as they are told by some guy a half a country away (as it turns out).
Of course, she ends up giving the manager head. I imagine he came in her mouth, I imagine she was told to swallow. I can project that this manager wanted to do this all along and only needed an excuse. I wonder if this girl didn’t enjoy being told what to suck and how hard to suck it. I think of the man pretending to be a cop and suppose that he came at the same time. This they cannot show, even on cable.
Later, I think of my voyeuristic position and that of the newsperson telling it to me. I can receive as the girl, I can dole out as the manager. The anchorman is the pretend cop. Why does this drip with eroticism to me?
So I guess I only told you a partial truth. Someone ended up getting head after all, but it didn’t happen in the drive-thru.
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3. Desert Girl
I might not have noticed that cemetery in the desert, if I hadn’t slowed for the departing hearse. I parked, thinking the desolate place might make a photo for an amateur photojournalist.
A backhoe was filling in a grave. A young woman watched, then walked to a beat up car parked near mine. She wiped away the last of her tears.
Oblivious to me, she pulled a worn gym bag from the car, and stripped down to bra and panties. I had a moment to admire her. She was short and thin. Her breasts were full, and being young, defied gravity. Taking clothes from the bag, she transformed herself into a French fry wrangler for a major fast food chain.
Our eyes met. “I’m sorry for your loss.”
“Thanks.” she tried to smile, “My mom.”
“Dad?”
She just shook her head.
“What now?”
She gestured at her uniform. “A lifetime of ‘Would you like fries with that?’” There are no other jobs here.”
“Why not get in your car and go somewhere?” That’s what I was doing. I was bound for the beach, and girls on beaches. I was leaving behind a small town life of my own in Missouri.
“Not my car. My uncles. On loan. He expects a blow job in exchange. Not going to happen.” Her language was as sparse as her life options.
“I’m going to San Diego.” We looked at each other for the longest moment.
“Come with me.” I added.
It was preposterous, but she said yes.
“We can go right now.” she told me pulling a garbage bag out of the trunk. “All my clothes are here. My mother’s boyfriend kicked me out today.”
She changed back to her own clothes as I drove to the Interstate. We found a phone and she left a message for her uncle saying she was moving, and where he could find his car.
“I’m Jamie.” she told me.
The next morning in an El Paso motel, I was pleased she and my wallet were there. I was fairly sure they would. She’d stayed in her bed, and I’d stayed in mine. The latter surprised her. And to her surprise, disappointed her.
I expected remorse at her own impulsiveness that morning; I was prepared to drive her back home. Instead, she was eager and excited and almost happy.
I was about done with my shower when the door opened and Jamie stepped in. “You don’t have to...” but her mouth covered mine, silencing me. As her tongue sought mine, her hand and the soap worked my cock.
“After death, I need to feel alive.” I picked her up and buried my cock in her and fucked her slowly against the shower wall. “I’m yours anytime until we reach San Diego, then you have to woo me.” she said smiling for the first time.
I made the trip last two more days than necessary. It’s been thirty five years since that morning in 1971. I’m still wooing her.
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4. Eating Fast Food -The Fun Way!
“We are not going there.” He growls, pulling on her hand.
“But Sam, I’m hungry.” she sighs, trying to keep pace with him. “I just want something quick before we go to your place.” Her cheeks flame with arousal, as she thinks about what they will do once they finally arrive at his flat.
“I can make you some fast food at my flat. The likes you’ll have never experienced before in all your life.”
She looks at him, her brows raised. “We haven’t got long.” She reminds him, “I’ve got to get my train home in two hours…”
“Well, walk quicker, we’re almost there.”
As soon as he slams the door behind them he envelopes her body within his. He wraps his arms around her and pulls her close, almost inhaling her in his passion. Their lips joust and duel as his hands dive under her clothes, ripping the t-shirt up over her head and yanking her breasts almost painfully from the cups of her favourite, sexy lace bra.
She runs her hands up the back of his T-shirt, feeling his strong muscles as his hands dip down to the curve of her ass. The fingers trace round and slide over her stomach into her jeans, just then, her stomach emits a loud, un-lady like grumble.
“I told you I was hungry.” She pants, embarrassed, a loose red curl sitting on the enflamed pink of her cheek.
“Oh yes, indeed.” he drags her into his kitchen, and pushes her back onto the substantial wooden table in the middle of the room. He slips off her trousers and knickers in one movement, then disrobes himself too. He pads over to the fridge.
“Stay still.” He barks, as he hears her move. When he comes back to the table, he drops several items on the wood beside her. He presses something soft to her lips and she bites into it, the sweet, strawberry juices slipping down her throat. He takes two more, cold as ice and smooshes them over her nipples.
His fingers come to her lips once more and she feels something soft and giving like velvet caressing them. She licks out, curiously and tastes the rich, creamy soft cheese as it’s pressed into her mouth. As she chews and swallows she feels more of the cheese being spread over her taut stomach.
She gasps as she feels something cool dribbling over her cheeks and moans as the cold, sticky dribble covers her lips and tongue; the sweet, sunshine honey taste hitting her as the cool stream sweeps up and down her body, a pool of it forming in her navel.
Now she feels his rough tongue and smooth lips as they lap and kiss down from her lips and her cheeks, over the curve of her neck to the strawberry-jewelled breasts , the cheese smeared stomach and the honey dribbled belly button. Down he sweeps, lower and lower.
“God, I’m hungry.” He gasps, his face disappearing between her thighs.
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5. Freezer Burn
“It’s cold. Hold me?”
“As you wish…”
“Silly man. I love you too. Just hold me tight. I love the way our breath mingles in the air when we can see it like this. Kiss me now.”
I do as she wishes, the heat of her mouth such a contrast to the chill air on my face. Her soft tongue flicking over my hard teeth, the thrill and the memories making something else hard as well.
“Oh, do you like that, baby? I like the way it feels too…the air feels so sharp when our lips part. I wonder how that would feel elsewhere?”
She doesn’t warn me, just drops to her knees, and pulls down my zipper. She reaches inside and pulls my boxers aside. The cold air is shocking on that area, and the warm, moist heat of her mouth is ecstasy. She hums her enjoyment of my reaction and I gasp, the chill of the inrushing air making me aware of the depths of my lungs.
As she pulls back the difference between inside her mouth and outside of it is deliciously shocking, and I am helpless to prevent her indulgence, despite the danger of it. I want to tell her we must wait for tonight, but I can’t speak such blasphemous words.
She releases me from my prison of propriety with an audible, wet pop, and I mourn my parole. She tucks me back in, and pulls the zipper up as she stands.
“We better get back. We’ll continue this later lover boy. Grab what you came for…”
Reluctantly, I turn and pick up the box of frozen hamburger patties, then turn and stare at her ass as she bends over for a box of French fries to run back to the fryer.
“The guys on the grill are going to wonder what took so long …”
“So tell them the boss was giving you head in the freezer, I dare you. Gonna stay and close up with me?”
“Yes Ma’am!”
She smiles as she opens the freezer door and walks out. I take a moment to compose myself before following.
And everybody wonders why I love a job working fast food….
ps. Bump when you vote, so this doesn't fall out of frame immediately.
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1. It's All In The Preparation
“I’ll take a quarter pounder with all the trimmings…” Sheila paused as she considered her mood.
The guy behind the counter, who’s badge, decked with a full complement of golden stars, declared him to be Steve and that he was Happy To Serve, waited patiently. The usually fixed smile that he wore when dealing with customers was somehow softer, like he meant it, his eyes held a glimmer, like he was enjoying the sight of this lone diner.
“No pickle.” She finally declared, meeting Steve’s eyes for the first time.
“No pickle.” Steve held Sheila’s gaze as he called out “Quarterpoundernopickle.” And received an echo in reply from the kitchens behind. “All alone?” he asked.
“All alone.” She confirmed and then, having decided that her mood was ‘just so’, informed the dark haired youth “and I need something to fill me up.”
Steve took up the challenge and asked “Anything in particular?”
Sheila half lidded her eyes as she replied: “Two or three things… if you have any friends back there.” And indicated the kitchens with a very slight incline of her head.
Steve’s nerve finally broke at this bold display and looking at his watch stuttered “I.. I.. W.. Was just about to l…lock up.”
Sheila beckoned with a crooked finger and walked, hips swaying, to the open end of the counter. Steve followed. Sheila leaned in close and husked “Lock the door and take me to your friends.”
* * *
“Well introduce us Steve” Sheila almost purred as she stood in the middle of the small group in the hot, dazzling kitchen.
“Th… this is Sheila.”
“And…?”
“And she wants to be a side salad.” Steve muttered quickly trying to conceal his embarrassment while his face turned the colour of his new peaked cap.
Sheila read the name tags of the group as she turned and pushed her index finger into each co-workers chest. “Seb, Martin and… “ Sheila’s finger slid across the badge and flattened the palm of her hand against the firm young breast nestled behind and breathed, ”Jo.”
* * *
"Pickle?"
"Pickle." she mused "Pickle, pickle, pickle. Yes. I do believe I'll have pickle."
"Pickle it is." He smiled as he very carefully sliced the gherkin lengthwise and then with incredible skill and the steadiest fingers she had ever witnessed removed a translucent, almost transparent sliver from the top of the half gherkin resting on her ribcage.
Sheila gasped as the juice from the vegetable dripped precisely cold down along the runnel between her third and fourth ribs at the self-same moment that the edge of the honed cutting blade pressed delicately into the goosebumped areola surrounding her stiffening nipple.
Seb transferred the half gherkin to sit below Sheila’s opposite breast and performed the operation once more, again eliciting a thrilled gasp at the tenderness of the blade’s kiss.
“A side salad.” Sheila said, lying naked on the chromed work surface, naked except for tomato, lettuce, onion, beetroot and pickle. “Eat.” She invited. “Eat and enjoy.”
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2. 11 PM News
In this story, you’d expect some bathroom stall fucking, some uniform (or not so uniform) undressing in the staff room, someone getting head in the drive-thru.
You won’t find it here.
Instead, this news item: a man pretending to be a police officer phoning random fast food restaurants. He gets the manager on the phone, tells him or her that an employee is stealing, to bring that person to the office. He instructs the manager to tell the employee to remove their clothing…
You can see where it goes from here.
The thing was – there was a videotape in the office. They play it on this television feature. The young female employee removes her clothing and is told to do jumping jacks. Her breasts bob. She is thin but still, she has breasts enough to bounce. Her hair bounces. She is scared. She is beautiful.
She is told to bend over, she is being insolent. She is spanked. Hard. She is spanked by this manager who keeps the phone to his ear. Her ass blushes with embarrassment.
Amazingly enough, no one questions why the police would be inflicting this type of punishment over the telephone. The manager and the employee they do exactly as they are told by some guy a half a country away (as it turns out).
Of course, she ends up giving the manager head. I imagine he came in her mouth, I imagine she was told to swallow. I can project that this manager wanted to do this all along and only needed an excuse. I wonder if this girl didn’t enjoy being told what to suck and how hard to suck it. I think of the man pretending to be a cop and suppose that he came at the same time. This they cannot show, even on cable.
Later, I think of my voyeuristic position and that of the newsperson telling it to me. I can receive as the girl, I can dole out as the manager. The anchorman is the pretend cop. Why does this drip with eroticism to me?
So I guess I only told you a partial truth. Someone ended up getting head after all, but it didn’t happen in the drive-thru.
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3. Desert Girl
I might not have noticed that cemetery in the desert, if I hadn’t slowed for the departing hearse. I parked, thinking the desolate place might make a photo for an amateur photojournalist.
A backhoe was filling in a grave. A young woman watched, then walked to a beat up car parked near mine. She wiped away the last of her tears.
Oblivious to me, she pulled a worn gym bag from the car, and stripped down to bra and panties. I had a moment to admire her. She was short and thin. Her breasts were full, and being young, defied gravity. Taking clothes from the bag, she transformed herself into a French fry wrangler for a major fast food chain.
Our eyes met. “I’m sorry for your loss.”
“Thanks.” she tried to smile, “My mom.”
“Dad?”
She just shook her head.
“What now?”
She gestured at her uniform. “A lifetime of ‘Would you like fries with that?’” There are no other jobs here.”
“Why not get in your car and go somewhere?” That’s what I was doing. I was bound for the beach, and girls on beaches. I was leaving behind a small town life of my own in Missouri.
“Not my car. My uncles. On loan. He expects a blow job in exchange. Not going to happen.” Her language was as sparse as her life options.
“I’m going to San Diego.” We looked at each other for the longest moment.
“Come with me.” I added.
It was preposterous, but she said yes.
“We can go right now.” she told me pulling a garbage bag out of the trunk. “All my clothes are here. My mother’s boyfriend kicked me out today.”
She changed back to her own clothes as I drove to the Interstate. We found a phone and she left a message for her uncle saying she was moving, and where he could find his car.
“I’m Jamie.” she told me.
The next morning in an El Paso motel, I was pleased she and my wallet were there. I was fairly sure they would. She’d stayed in her bed, and I’d stayed in mine. The latter surprised her. And to her surprise, disappointed her.
I expected remorse at her own impulsiveness that morning; I was prepared to drive her back home. Instead, she was eager and excited and almost happy.
I was about done with my shower when the door opened and Jamie stepped in. “You don’t have to...” but her mouth covered mine, silencing me. As her tongue sought mine, her hand and the soap worked my cock.
“After death, I need to feel alive.” I picked her up and buried my cock in her and fucked her slowly against the shower wall. “I’m yours anytime until we reach San Diego, then you have to woo me.” she said smiling for the first time.
I made the trip last two more days than necessary. It’s been thirty five years since that morning in 1971. I’m still wooing her.
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4. Eating Fast Food -The Fun Way!
“We are not going there.” He growls, pulling on her hand.
“But Sam, I’m hungry.” she sighs, trying to keep pace with him. “I just want something quick before we go to your place.” Her cheeks flame with arousal, as she thinks about what they will do once they finally arrive at his flat.
“I can make you some fast food at my flat. The likes you’ll have never experienced before in all your life.”
She looks at him, her brows raised. “We haven’t got long.” She reminds him, “I’ve got to get my train home in two hours…”
“Well, walk quicker, we’re almost there.”
As soon as he slams the door behind them he envelopes her body within his. He wraps his arms around her and pulls her close, almost inhaling her in his passion. Their lips joust and duel as his hands dive under her clothes, ripping the t-shirt up over her head and yanking her breasts almost painfully from the cups of her favourite, sexy lace bra.
She runs her hands up the back of his T-shirt, feeling his strong muscles as his hands dip down to the curve of her ass. The fingers trace round and slide over her stomach into her jeans, just then, her stomach emits a loud, un-lady like grumble.
“I told you I was hungry.” She pants, embarrassed, a loose red curl sitting on the enflamed pink of her cheek.
“Oh yes, indeed.” he drags her into his kitchen, and pushes her back onto the substantial wooden table in the middle of the room. He slips off her trousers and knickers in one movement, then disrobes himself too. He pads over to the fridge.
“Stay still.” He barks, as he hears her move. When he comes back to the table, he drops several items on the wood beside her. He presses something soft to her lips and she bites into it, the sweet, strawberry juices slipping down her throat. He takes two more, cold as ice and smooshes them over her nipples.
His fingers come to her lips once more and she feels something soft and giving like velvet caressing them. She licks out, curiously and tastes the rich, creamy soft cheese as it’s pressed into her mouth. As she chews and swallows she feels more of the cheese being spread over her taut stomach.
She gasps as she feels something cool dribbling over her cheeks and moans as the cold, sticky dribble covers her lips and tongue; the sweet, sunshine honey taste hitting her as the cool stream sweeps up and down her body, a pool of it forming in her navel.
Now she feels his rough tongue and smooth lips as they lap and kiss down from her lips and her cheeks, over the curve of her neck to the strawberry-jewelled breasts , the cheese smeared stomach and the honey dribbled belly button. Down he sweeps, lower and lower.
“God, I’m hungry.” He gasps, his face disappearing between her thighs.
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5. Freezer Burn
“It’s cold. Hold me?”
“As you wish…”
“Silly man. I love you too. Just hold me tight. I love the way our breath mingles in the air when we can see it like this. Kiss me now.”
I do as she wishes, the heat of her mouth such a contrast to the chill air on my face. Her soft tongue flicking over my hard teeth, the thrill and the memories making something else hard as well.
“Oh, do you like that, baby? I like the way it feels too…the air feels so sharp when our lips part. I wonder how that would feel elsewhere?”
She doesn’t warn me, just drops to her knees, and pulls down my zipper. She reaches inside and pulls my boxers aside. The cold air is shocking on that area, and the warm, moist heat of her mouth is ecstasy. She hums her enjoyment of my reaction and I gasp, the chill of the inrushing air making me aware of the depths of my lungs.
As she pulls back the difference between inside her mouth and outside of it is deliciously shocking, and I am helpless to prevent her indulgence, despite the danger of it. I want to tell her we must wait for tonight, but I can’t speak such blasphemous words.
She releases me from my prison of propriety with an audible, wet pop, and I mourn my parole. She tucks me back in, and pulls the zipper up as she stands.
“We better get back. We’ll continue this later lover boy. Grab what you came for…”
Reluctantly, I turn and pick up the box of frozen hamburger patties, then turn and stare at her ass as she bends over for a box of French fries to run back to the fryer.
“The guys on the grill are going to wonder what took so long …”
“So tell them the boss was giving you head in the freezer, I dare you. Gonna stay and close up with me?”
“Yes Ma’am!”
She smiles as she opens the freezer door and walks out. I take a moment to compose myself before following.
And everybody wonders why I love a job working fast food….
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