Too Many Cocks in the Kitchen

[LitShark]

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Eeeeeeek!

Eeeeeek!

Eeeeeeeeeeek!

The ticket machine screeched its plaintive cry over the loud and rambunctious sounds of the busy kitchen. The sound of an automated blade slamming through the tiny sheer of paper within the large hollow plastic shell rang out before the high pitched squeal of printing came to life again. It was dinner time and there was a line half-way around the block, the controlled chaos in the kitchen seeming to move in fast-forward.

“Alright, we need two filets, one medium with mash, the other med-well with fries. I also need two lamb curries and one lobster salad! Wait for my signal on that salad, how’s the dessert sampler coming?” Chef Victor Kamlan shouted back at the cooks working feverishly behind him after ripping down the tickets and shoving them into the holder just above the window where food was passed off. “I got two more Ostrich steaks coming off the grill, where are my saffron fritters?”

Victor quickly set a pair of metal plates down in the window after smearing matching patterns of sauce over the center. He used metal tongs to arrange two perfectly medium cuts of dark meat on each plate, after arranging several sautéed pearl onions, oyster mushrooms and endive quarters on the plates.

“Got the fritters coming out now chef.” The fry cook Lance said dutifully, scooping the fried balls of corn egg and flour into the deep fry basket. “I need another thirty seconds on the tempura onion ring appetizer though.”

“Hurry the hell up then, I’ve already fired the entrée for that table. Don’t back me up Lance, not tonight.” Victor reprimanded his fellow chef before turning back to the other station which sat around the corner from Victor’s grill and sauté station. “Desserts, where they at? Table seven!”

“They’re in the window now boss!” Damien, the pantry chef announced, frantically saucing the elaborate glass dessert plate as he slid it onto the steel serving window. “I’ve also got the calamari salad coming fro table twelve.”

“’Atta boy D!” Victor grinned, sliding the pan of thick yellow curry from his pan down onto the metal bowl of white rice he had gathered from the cooker. “Put it up there, it’ll be right at the same time as the curry.”

It was like poetry and a train wreck all at once, it was chaos with singular focus, it was insanity with clear direction, it was madness with vengeful resolve; it was the kitchen. As tickets continued to print with the same screeching alarm, tickets continued to pound the stainless steel window next to plates and bowls. More orders, more food, more work. The three men worked feverishly as though they were in fistfights with their very surroundings and situations.

Servers cycled in and out, some sending back orders, others putting finishing touches on plates before carrying them out to the dining area. But as the peak of the rush finally began to slow to a more manageable pace for the kitchen, the servers fell behind the cooks. Victor and the others began to at last see the end in sight, while the servers only saw the angry faces of people who had waited in line for hours just to wait for their food.

“Damnit!” Victor shouted, using one bowl to shove several others aside in the heated service window. “Why am I sending out more ostrich steaks when I have one sitting here for like ten fucking minutes? Whose food is all this and why hasn’t it gone out yet?”

“I’ll give you one guess.” Thomas, the only server who had lasted in his job for more than a year muttered, picking up the tickets beside the waiting plates of food. “Shelly, Shelly, Shelly, Shelly and oh look, Shelly. I guess you might have needed five guesses.”

“I’m going to choke that skinny little bitch!” Victor seethed, touching the steaks with his fingers to gage how much they had cooked under the red lights. “Take table eight’s food out to them before it’s ruined, four is already a goner. Find that bitch and bring her ass in here, then get Alicia to help her get these other tables served. Damien, start on a calamari plate for table four while I remake their dinner.”

“Goddamn that girl.” Damien muttered, bending down to swing the door of his mini fridge open with such force that it slammed into the wall beside him. “I was finally caught up. I need to get a damn smoke in!”

“We all do, just suck it up.” Lance muttered, spilling a cage full of fries into the metal pan where they would drain. “We’re almost through the tough part.”

Victor made no reply, he knew that nothing kind or nice or even remotely encouraging was going to make it past his lips until after he’d had a smoke. His brain was doing cartwheels of rage as he touched table four’s entrée one last time to be certain before sighing heavily and throwing two more steaks on the grill.

“Where the hell is Shelly?!?!?”

 

[littlewaif]

Why, tonight of all nights, bustling as the restaurant was, did Alicia have to be hostessing? Alicia was Shelly's best friend and roommate, and had been the one to get Shelly her job at the restaurant. Alicia had always been the more social and outgoing of the two girls, and while Shelly had been putting herself through college with office jobs, Alicia had been waiting tables for the past four or five years. Eventually, Shelly's hours had gotten so tight between school and keeping a day-job that she'd had to find something at nights.

Alicia had sung the praises of the restaurant, bragging that on a good night she could bring home three hundred dollars in tips easily. It was a nice place. Of course, because of this they also required that servers have a minimum of two years waiting tables at other establishments before they would even consider an applicant, but... Shelly had lied on her application. Alicia had sworn it was easy, and told Shelly she'd vouch for her with Chef Kamlan.

But the work was harder than the booksmart and typically quite capable Shelly had expected. She'd honestly teased Alicia about what an easy job she had, compared to Shelly's office jobs, but she was quickly finding out it took a certain finesse to wait tables, at least at this level. A sense of timing and grace under pressure that one developed over time. Never had Shelly had to work at such breakneck speed in a cubicle. Never had there been fifty people awaiting her attentions at once.

It was sometimes more than she could bear, but she shouldered it with resolve and though she was somewhat clumsy, and often running slightly behind, her charm with her customers usually won back her favor with them at the end of the night... even if the chefs were boiling in anger over her lack of organization. It was hard for them to imagine how the young waitress could possibly have any experience at all, much less two years in fine dining.

As Shelly found out soon after she was hired, Chef Kamlan liked Alicia alot. Alicia was a competent waitress, and because of it had recently been promoted to assistant Front of House manager. As the assistant FOH manager, Alicia helped oversee the entire waitstaff, and acted as head hostess, deciding who would be sat with which parties.

Unfortunately for Shelly, this usually meant that Alicia seated her with large parties whenever she could. Being Shelly's roommate, and knowing that Shelly needed all the extra cash she could get, she was simply trying to do her friend a favor. Large parties usually meant hefty tips, and for a seasoned waitress, not much more difficult to handle than a small party, but for Shelly, who had been thrown in the shark tank so to speak, they put her in a confused frenzy.

The slender young college student pulled off he androgynous, professional uniform of the servers and still managed to be pretty cute in her snug black slacks, black flats, close-fitting button-up black blouse with a tie, and a black service apron cinched around the smallest part of her waist. She wore her long, amber colored reddish brown curls in a ponytail down her back and her fair skin stood in creamy contrast to her dark uniform. It was no wonder she still managed to make great tips in spite of her less-than-effortless service.

As Shelly was weaving through the crowded service ally bustling with servers, balancing two trays of drinks above her head just to eek by, her section of tables came into view and she saw that in the height of the chaos, Alicia had seated her with another large party- ten. She wanted to cry.

She was serving drinks, taking orders, greeting her new party, taking more drink orders, serving more drinks, taking more orders, and placing orders in the computer system before she even remembered that the young couple she was waiting on had been waiting for their food for almost a half an hour.

Just then, Alicia and Thomas, the head waiter, rounded the corner of the service ally with twin furious faces. Shelly knew their anger was for her, and she could hear Kamlan bellowing in the kitchen beyond, though she couldn't make out what he was saying.

Alicia held out her hand and snapped "Give me your order book so I can take over your tables for you. The Chef wants to talk you." Alicia realized her voice sounded harsh, and she reached out and squeezed Shelly's shoulder. "It'll be fine, it's not like he's going to fire you over it," she promised, though one could never be sure with a temper like his.

Shelly pushed her way timidly through the staring servers in the service ally and miserably slipped through the kitchen doors. Standing before Kamlan, she looked as though she had already taken the chewing out he was planning on giving her. Her shoulders were hunched softly foreward and her eyes slipped to her shoes to avoid seeing the livid expression on the chef's face.

 

[LitShark]

Chef Kamlan flipped the steaks over on the grill before he turned back to see Shelly sulking her way into the kitchen from the servers’ alley. Even as slouched forward as she was, Victor could see how she managed such good tips despite her scattered approach to waiting tables. Shelly was truly beautiful, there was no denying that fact, but she was always falling behind and messing things up for the kitchen staff in one way or another.

“Shelly! What the fuck? These steaks have been sitting here for fifteen fucking minutes. They were supposed to be medium rare, now they’re medium well, you see that right?” Victor seethed, reaching up to press on the steaks and illustrate his point. “Now I have to make them again, and that costs me money! I can tolerate a lot of things, people who lie on their resumes for example, but when you steal money out of my pocket with your incompetence, something has to be done!”

Victor watched as Shelly pouted and apologized, looking already on the verge of tears. Chef Kamlan was notorious for abusing his staff verbally and persecuting them until they voluntarily quit. He had a spotless track record of having never actually fired anyone from the restaurant because of this skill and it was something he took pride in. Perhaps it was time to see how much this Shelly girl could tolerate before she gave her notice and fucked off for good.

“Look! I don’t want to hear any of your excuses anymore. The fact is that these plates are ruined, so now this is your dinner.” Chef Kamlan insisted, his eyes burning deep into the petite young server. “Ruined! You see that? Fucking ruined!”

As Victor went over the details of his punishment he lifted one of the ostrich steaks up off the plate and used his bare hands to tear the thick cut of meat in half so that Shelly could see how deeply the heating lamps had cooked it. The pink purge from inside the meat ran down the chef’s hands and arms, following the deep lines of definition in his muscular forearms.

When the steak was ripped in half, Kamlan took a moment to show the interior of the meat to Shelly before tossing both halves onto the tile floor, just at Shelly’s feet.

“Go on, eat it!” Chef Kamlan insisted, a sadistic sneer creeping across his face while the other chefs all struggled to keep from laughing out loud at Shelly’s expression. “No, don’t pick it up! Bend over and eat it off the floor like the worthless bitch you are. Eat that shit off the floor while I remake those plates.”

Chef Kamalan turned briefly to the grill to retrieve the replacement steaks off the grill and begin plating them. As he arranged the elements on the new plates, he peered over the line to see if Shelly was actually doing as he had told her.

“You’d better enjoy it too, because you’re paying for these plates out of your tips; and you’re going to pay menu price.”

 

[littlewaif]

“Now I have to make them again, and that costs me money! I can tolerate a lot of things, people who lie on their resumes for example, but when you steal money out of my pocket with your incompetence, something has to be done!”

Shelly's lip quivered softly, silent tears slipping from her grey-blue eyes down her cheeks, which had pinked with the embarrassment of having every single eye of the waitstaff and kitchen-staff glued to her as she took his verbal lashing.

"I... I'm sorry chef, I'm trying!" she choked softly, skirting his comment about her lying on her resume. She had endured only a month so far, Chef Kamlan's tongue always reserving some barbed comment especially for her. But never had it been this... public.

“Look! I don’t want to hear any of your excuses anymore. The fact is that these plates are ruined, so now this is your dinner. Ruined! You see that? Fucking ruined!”

Shelly ground her teeth as he went on, her internal voice trying to sooth the searing embarrassment that was boiling her insides. Lance and Damien were watching her covertly as they worked at their stations, but Shelly couldn't tell whether it was with pity or amusement.

"Fine," Shelly said with a soft, almost imperceptible venom in her voice, reaching for the plates, tears still streaking down her cheeks, but eyes lit with a scornful inner fire. Just as her fingers grazed the ceramic, Victor tore the plates from her reach, tearing the meat with his bare hands as though he was illustrating what he might do to her next time she made a mistake.

And then he threw the meat on the tile floor, filthy from a busy service.

“Go on, eat it! No, don’t pick it up! Bend over and eat it off the floor like the worthless bitch you are. Eat that shit off the floor while I remake those plates. You’d better enjoy it too, because you’re paying for these plates out of your tips; and you’re going to pay menu price.”

Now Shelly could see that Damien and Lance could not control the smiles twitching to their lips and Kamlan... the sneer on his face made her want to claw it off. Her eyes narrowed softly, and she did her best to keep her voice from quaking as she responded. Her teeth were barred in a fierce sneer as she spat her answer back at him.

"Oh, I'll pay the ridiculously exorbitant cost for the plates Chef, but I will be damned if I eat your shitty fucking pretentious food. Something tells me that being thrown on the ground wouldn't make it much worse, but I'm still not going eat it."

So let him fire her. She knew he took immense pride in his ability to bully people into quitting, but damn it, if she was going to have to find a new job, he was going to pay her unemployment while she looked.

In truth, he was a fine chef, but she knew if the hardened professional had a weak spot, it was his ego. Shelly reached for the new plates in the window. Though the anger coursing through her veins had made her voice sound much bolder than she felt, her hands were visibly shaking. Before she could take them out of the window, she felt his fingers closed around her wrists.

 

[LitShark]

Bones and Meat

The chef’s chin got rigid as the new waitress fought back, criticizing his food and refusing to do this and that. It was good that the girl had spine, that was an important thing in this business. The fact that she was crying though, that was a bad sign. Perhaps this girl would be storming out tonight.

Shelly reached up for the newly prepared plates just after Chef Kamlan placed them in the window. Before he released her back into the dining room he reached out, grabbing her wrist tightly. Vincent’s powerful hand constricted around her slender arm, squeezing tightly until he felt her bones through her skin. He squeezed down a little tighter, his way of showing her that her arm was just another cut of meat. The kind of mead which he dislocated, butchered and broke down into parts on a daily basis.

“Fine then, you’ll go hungry tonight. But you’re still going to buy these dinners and after we close you’ll be cleaning the pots. Eduardo’s wife is having a kid and he wants to leave early to go support her. So you’ll be covering his station.” Chef Kamlan hissed at the younger girl, leaning far enough through the service window so only she could hear. “Remember that I break bones and cut meat for a living.”

Chef Kamlan finally released Shelly’s arm and let her go tend to her tables. But he made sure to get the last word as she left the kitchen.

“Don’t forget to wash your face!” Victor taunted before returning to the line. “Okay we’ve got a ten top that needs to go out next, from our number one server Shelly! Let’s try not to cry about it and get back to work.”

***

The rest of the night was busy, but eventually the chaos died down. It was replaced by a cautious optimism as the tickets decreased in frequency and regularity and some of the chefs had already begun cleaning up their stations. As promised, Eduardo left early to tend to his pregnant wife and the dishes pots and pans were piling up in the sink as the chefs consolidated and cleaned.

Eventually Thomas left, and the rest of the kitchen staff. Alicia turned off the “Open” sign before clocking out. Soon it came time for Shelly to pay her dues and clear the sink before going home. Victor was in the back, drinking a tall beer in a plastic cup while he mopped the floor.

“You’d better get started Shell. Don’t forget you work the Saturday lunch shift.” Chef Kamlan called over his shoulder as he spotted the girl walking quickly to the back of the kitchen. “And I might even lend you a hand if you don’t cry about it.”

 

[littlewaif]

“Fine then, you’ll go hungry tonight. But you’re still going to buy these dinners and after we close you’ll be cleaning the pots. Eduardo’s wife is having a kid and he wants to leave early to go support her. So you’ll be covering his station.”

Chef Kamlan released her slender wrists and she was left so worked-up between her anger and fear that she was left literally panting as she shook her wrists softly, massaging them between her trembling fingers for a moment.

“Remember that I break bones and cut meat for a living.”

Shelly's spine chilled and she wondered briefly if she truly had pushed him too far with her fiery response which had been a shock to even herself. She took up the two plates and headed back out of the kitchen doors, not looking forward to facing the young couple who had now been waiting for their food for about forty-five minutes now.

As Shelly's shoulder pushed open the door into the service ally, there were cheers from her fellow servers. Not so loud that they would earn themselves the scowling Chef Kamlan's ire. But the claps on the back and laughs and awed faces of the servers who had for the most part, never had the gumption to stick up for themselves, gave her the strength to face her customers again.

It really was to Shelly's advantage that she was so cute. Most people don't like to see cute girls cry, and with the benefit of Alicia's help, Shelly was actually able to rebound and finish the night with her order book bulging with tips.

As Shelly cleared her last table, she took up the handsome tip and went back to the kitchen with an armload of dishes, grumbling because she knew she'd be the one scrubbing them tonight. She'd never washed dishes that weren't in her own sink at home. The thought of the work made her nose wrinkle a little.

Alicia passed through the kitchen as she was leaving to grab her coat off the rack. She caught Shelly's eye as Shelly was taking off her apron and rolling up her sleeves before she dug into the mountain of dishes. "See ya, Shell. Don't be too late," Alicia called behind her as she swung out of the back door. 'Not likely,' Shelly thought to herself.

The dish pit was always at its worst this time of night, heaping with not only the customers' dishes, but cutting boards, hotel pans, and other items from the line as well. She knew it took Eduardo, who had dishwashing down to a science, about an hour to knock out this amount of dishes... she could only imagine how long it would take her.

“You’d better get started Shell. Don’t forget you work the Saturday lunch shift.”

Shelly ground her teeth softly in frustration as she started spraying down the first dish.

“And I might even lend you a hand if you don’t cry about it.”

Shelly threw a disbelieving sidelong glance at the chef. He was always more relaxed after the printer stopped clamoring. He could even be charming at times, but Shelly couldn't imagine him being genuine in his offer to help her. She was surprised to find him smiling over the edge of his beer cup, but she didn't know whether the smile was kind or mocking.

She decided to play it off casually, "Thanks, I'd appreciate it."

By the time the chefs had finished clearing their stations and were ready to leave for the evening, Shelly had made considerable progress on the dishes. The work was actually surprisingly soothing, and her internal monologue about what a dick Victor was had dissipated, her mood lifting enough that she was humming as she scoured the pans.

 

[LitShark]

The cup of beer was finished around the same time as the work in the kitchen was. Chef Kamlan eyed Shelly as she merrily scrubbed away at the scorched pots and pans, her shortcomings aside, she sure was wearing the hell out of those slacks. The way they hugged the subtle curves of her shapely, firm buttocks really made Kamlan feel excited in his most masculine regions.

Victor came up behind her silently, before tossing his empty cup in with the other dirty dishes in the sink. As the hollow plastic clanked and clamored around in the stainless steel sink, Kamlan brought his palm down firmly and abruptly on the girl’s ass in a playful spank.

“I see you’re making progress.” Victor smirked, leaning over Shelly’s shoulder. “Do you smoke? Whatever, you do now, come on.”

Victor wrapped his arm around Shelly’s shoulders and gently pulled her away from the sink, guiding her toward the back door of the kitchen. She seemed hesitant to say the least, but Kamlan was undaunted.

“Come on, I want to discuss how to make my life’s work less pretentious.”

 

[littlewaif]

Shelly bent to retrieve the plastic cup from the sink, and as she did, she felt her boss's hand clap firmly against the exposed curve of her bottom. She jumped softly in surprise, but did not recoil from him. The first thing that came to her mind is that... well, he must not be thinking of firing her. But what did he intend, keeping her here after all of the other chefs and servers had left, keeping her until it was just the two of them left. She had cleaned every dish now, and had he still been angry with her, he might have gruffly dismissed her, but instead...

“Do you smoke?"

Shelly hesitated for a moment, uncertain of what to say. She didn't smoke cigarettes. She saw him take a pack of cigarettes out of his pocket and tap one into his palm, but it was not a normal cigarette, it was slightly thinner, and hand-rolled.

"Whatever, you do now, come on.”

Shelly bit her lip to keep her smile from growing. "Maybe," she said, suddenly wanting to stay a while herself. "Depends on what it is," she said, and extended her hand, palm open to him. He laid the cigarette in her palm and she lifted it to her nose, inhaling deeply. She scent was sharp, strong, a little bit fruity and sour. It smelled... expensive. She grinned in spite of herself.

He draped his arm around her shoulder and steered her towards the back door. She wasn't exactly keen on following him anywhere just yet, least of all into the dark back ally. She had not forgotten his comment about butchery, or the way his fingers had clenched around her wrist until the bones ground together. But the danger of him excited her, too.

“Come on, I want to discuss how to make my life’s work less pretentious.”

"A... alright." Shelly said with a hint of a smile. At least he had a sense of humor about himself. They stepped into the recessed alcove of the doorway in the cool midnight air. The wind whipped gently through the trees. Victor stepped so close to her that she backed against the brick wall behind her, and she saw his hand move as if to touch her face, but then his lighter sparked and she saw that he was just offering her a light. She put the joint to her lips and it sparked to life against the flame. She pulled in a long drag and held it, passing it back to him as she felt the sweet smoke inflame her lungs.

 

[LitShark]

Victor led Shelly out to the narrow alley behind the restaurant, leading the way while his server carried the joint for him. When they arrived, he adjusted his body to block the wind and retrieved his lighter from inside his black and white checked chef’s pants. As he held it closer to the joint hanging from Shelly’s luscious lips, he noticed her withdraw from him, pushing her back against the brick wall behind her. It seemed that she was still intimidated by him, a fact that he found at once to be flattering and endearing.

When Chef Kamlan’s thumb sparked the tiny flame to life, it briefly illuminated Shelly’s beautiful features, capturing her expression briefly as she stared at him like a lamb being led to slaughter. The flame caught the twisted end of the joint quickly, and Shelly breathed in gratefully. It was clear that she’d done this before.

There was something so unmistakably sexy about watching a girl smoke, it was reliably exciting and stimulating without fail. As the thin wisps of white smoke trailed from her mouth up the side of her face, making Victor fantasize about what the lovely young server would look like caked in a layer of cum.

He gladly accepted the joint when it was offered and held it to his lips, drawing the smoke in deeply before chasing it with a breath of fresh air. As he let the smoke slip slowly from his lungs his lips interrupted the streams briefly.

“Do you ever shotgun?” Victor asked, his voice gruff and strained through the smoke.

As he drew in a second hit, Chef Kamlan didn’t wait for an answer before leaning forward and letting his lips press gently against Shelly’s. He blew the smoke out slowly, transferring it to her until his lungs were empty. As he drew in breath through his nose, Victor followed the smoke with his tongue, dropping all pretense as his free hand came up to grip the side of her face lightly.

 

[littlewaif]

“Do you ever shotgun?” he asked, but before she had the chance to answer, he bent closer and shotgunned her the hit in his lungs. She didn't have quite the lung capacity as Kamlan, being rather smaller than he was, but she managed to take the whole hit without coughing.

As his tongue passed into her mouth, she kissed back, uncertain of what possessed her with the crazy notion that it was a good idea. But she couldn't contain the small, permissive noise that slipped past her lips as he kissed her which sounded unmistakably like pleasure. As their tongues ebbed against one another, the smoke they'd shared curled out of her mouth slowly, and dissipated in the cool night air.

He touched his hand to her face and she was frankly shocked at the tenderness in his touch. She wasn't sure whether she had gotten past the rough exterior he normally put up at work, and uncovered something softer beyond it, or if his gentleness now was the facade, and the viciousness she had come to associate with Kamlan was just beneath.

But the kiss, and the smoke, had imbued her with a hotblooded recklessness that made her willing to take her chances with his unknowable nature. Certainly, this is not where she had expected the night to go. She'd expected him to give her some other task after she'd scrubbed the last dish, or have him cut her hours, or more likely still, fire her. But she had not expected to be kissed.

As she pulled softly away from the kiss, she took the joint from between his forefingers and took in a slow, even drag, using the moment to study his face in the dim glow of the illuminated joint and moonlight, looking deeply in his eyes, curious what she would find there. She held the hit for only a moment in her lungs before curling her arm around the nape of his neck and pulling him down to her again to share another hit, the snake of smoke that connected them a pleasant pretense for her soft lips against his.

 

[LitShark]

Waitresses were something of a hobby for Chef Kamlan. His brutal work schedule and the every day responsibilities of running a popular restaurant made it nearly impossible for him to maintain any semblance of a social life. Instead he preyed on the young and vulnerable college girls who came to work for him and always looked up to him and admired him enough that they would do anything if bidden. Up to this point Alicia had been his favorite plaything, the girl was a wildcat in bed as well as being a damn good server. But the sound of Shelly’s gentle moan and her willing compliance to his desires threatened Alicia’s spot at the top of his “collection”.

Victor knew he had to have her, to make her his and bend her seemingly ironclad will to his own desires. When she wrapped her arm around his neck to return the favor, it seemed all but certain that she would gladly submit to his desires.

When Shelly leaned forward, her soft lips lightly caressing his, she had to stand up on her toes to reach him and her supple, firm breasts pressed against his broad, muscular chest. Her body was so exquisitely soft and firm at the same time, like a perfectly ripe peach. As they shared the smoke briefly, Kamlan let his hand slide around Shelly’s waist to gently untie the bindings of her snug fitting apron. As the coarse black lengths of cloth unraveled, Victor let his hand flatten out on the small of her back and pulled her body tighter against his.

As the smoke slid from Victor’s nose, all pretense evaporated just as quickly as the wispy trails of smoke, both of them kissing one another hungrily and excitedly. Victor’s cock had grown long and hard in his baggy pants and was struggling to push its way between Shelly’s thighs even despite the impediment of their clothes. Their tongues wrestled and embraced for several long minutes, until at last the kiss broke.

When Shelly passed the remaining roach back to Victor, he took one final puff before flicking the remnants far down the alley. Victor dug into his pockets long enough to pull out his pack of standard cigarettes, needing the nicotine buzz to level out his high.

“Get on your knees.” Victor muttered, his voice husky and coarse from lust. “Show me that you know what to do with one of these.”

Victor didn’t leave her wondering what he meant for long, as he glanced down at his thick, eight inch cock that he had set free from his pants and boxers when he put his pack away. His green eyes stared into Shelly’ grey orbs expectantly, the fire that burned within demanding satisfaction.

 

[littlewaif]

His fingers worked at the knot in her apron. She was as limp as a ragdoll as he tugged it from her body, uncertain of how to respond to his assertiveness. He didn't wait for her to figure it out. His kisses were no longer stalled with the courtesy of waiting for favorable responses from her, no... He was already kissing her as if she was a part of his collection.

Shelly's heart was pounding wildly in her chest as she kissed him back, letting him taste her, letting his tongue explore her. It was intoxicating, and yet, his hunger was also slightly terrifying. He pressed her back against the brick wall as their kisses deepened, and Shelly found herself so enraptured in what he was doing to her body, she was matching his hunger, her teeth dragging against the tender flesh of his lower lip, and digging in just enough so he growled.

She could feel his impressive length, hard and burning through his pants and hers as hot as if it were bare against her skin. She gasped breathlessly as he ground it against her as they kissed. She had long ago soaked through her tiny panties, but his hands and his tongue and his throbbing erection were enough that her wetness had begun to seep through her slacks as well.

He pulled away from the kiss and left her flattened against the wall, chest heaving softly, eyes fastened to him. He took one more pull from the waning joint and flicked it from his thumb and forefinger and into the lot. The flickering light of the smoldering paper smeared the darkness with just enough light that Shelly could see the smile of utter satisfaction on his face. Her pulse quickened, remembering the monster of a man who had been her boss for the last month and wondering, wondering... what she had gotten herself into.

“Get on your knees. Show me that you know what to do with one of these.”

He directed his gaze down between them, and hers followed. His large, throbbing cock bobbed stiffly, inches from her thigh. For a moment, her knees had buckled as if to bend, as if responding to his commands without even bothering to consult her higher brain. She wanted to sink onto her knees and wrap her lips around his warm girth, feel it press against her soft pink tongue, cast her eyes up to his face...

Surely he had noticed her expression transfixed for that long moment, had seen her lips curl into the beginning of what was unmistakably a servile smile. But something in her was screaming caution. Was telling her she had no idea what Kamlan was capable of, or willing to do to her, especially if she made it so easy for him.

"L... look, is this your way of making me pay for fucking up tonight? I told you, I would buy the steaks."

Shakingly, she grabbed her apron off the concrete and fished in it for her order booklet, taking the wad of cash she had made in tips that evening and unfolding a hundred dollar bill and holding it out to him. He seemed to be studying her curiously, the slight smile on his face never leaving. He didn't reach out to take the money.

She let loose the bill and it drifted down silently between them. His eyes were burning into her in a way that was so animal she was frightened that he smelled the arousal on her, and intended to prey upon it. She ran. She took a sharp turn at the corner of the building, her feet pounding the pavement hard as she ran from his desires, and her own.

She didn't even hear him behind her.

 

[LitShark]

Victor could smell Shelly’s uniquely feminine arousal wafting up in the electrified space between them. Even in the cold night air, the damp heat of passion and excitement rose up to heat the bricks that surrounded them, like the inside of a pizza oven. Kamlan smirked as he watched Shelly’s eyes grow wide at the sight of his erect cock, jutting out toward her thigh. Her knees began to bend and she slowly began to comply out of instinct, or habit, or perhaps some deeper need within her.

Then, Shelly stopped abruptly, her grey eyes looking up to him like a deer caught in the headlights. She was scared. Whether she was scared of him or of her own reaction to his advances, Victor wasn’t sure. But she clearly was trying to get a hold of herself, which didn’t bode well for his plans for her.

Shelly quickly stammered over her words as she implied this was some sort of punishment for her earlier indiscretion, though both of them knew that she wanted it every bit as much as Vic did. They had yet to even begin the punishments, but already she was digging in her apron for her tips. Soon she was offering him a hundred dollar bill for the ruined food, but Victor just continued to stare at her.

You know damn well that’s not what I want. His expression said clearly, even as his mouth stayed silent.

Victor’s green eyes began tearing their way through the snug fitting clothing that Shelly still had on, his eyes imagining how clearly the red marks from bites, scratches and spanks would appear against such a fair white canvass. In his mind he was already yanking on her tie, forcing her down on his cock, even as she gagged, sputtered and expelled stomach bile from her throat and tears from her eyes.

The lascivious looks from Chef Kamlan did little to put Shelly at ease, and soon her trembling fingers let loose the light-weight bill and she fled. She ran from him as though hell were on her heels, and Victor couldn’t help but chuckle slightly. She might have been able to lie to herself, but her scent still heavy in the air told the whole truth.

When Shelly was out of sight, Victor leaned forward, placing his hand where Shelly’s shapely ass had been only a moment ago, the bricks were still warm. He leaned his face in closer and drew in a long, deep breath through his nose. It smelled like a new conquest, it smelled like a new adventure, it smelled like a fresh victim.

Victor probably could have chased her down if he’d wanted to, but after spending the entire day on his aching feet, running sounded like a terrible idea. Instead he took out his cell phone and dialed Alicia’s number.

“Hey Alicia, it’s Chef.” Kamlan muttered into the phone, his voice almost tender in a way it never was around he restaurant. “Yeah, that’s exactly why I’m calling... You know, I was thinking that I would go to your place tonight for a change of pace... I know what I said about discretion, but it’s about time that sweet little Shelly grows up a bit. Don’t you think? ...That’s my good little whore. Put on something slutty, I’ll be there in ten.”

With that Victor clapped his cell phone shut and pulled his pants back up. In his pocket he exchanged his phone for his keys.

***​

The fifteen minute drive was cut down to eight by Victor’s fierce driving in his sleek, black, Audi A6. The tires skidded to a stop outside of Alicia and Shelly’s shared walk-up. He made his way up to the door casually, but knocked with a heavy fist, the knock already sounding impatient.

As he waited, Vic wondered just who would answer the door.

 

[littlewaif]

Shelly turned when she reached her car door, panting and falling against it for only a moment before turning swiftly around to see if he had pursued. The lot was empty and silent. She breathed out deeply in relief, but when she breathed in again... her chest felt heavy with something eerily like regret. She had wanted it, and she knew it, and a tiny part of her, which she smothered down deep into the pit of her stomach, hoped he did, too. She worked her key in the lock hurriedly, and slipped into the front seat of her car, locking the door and leaning her head against the steering wheel to catch her breath.

She took her silenced cell phone out of her apron and flicked it open. She had missed five calls from Alicia, all within the last hour, and one text message, which read "Where are you?!" 'She must be worried about me...' Shelly thought, and pushed a button to call Ally back. Busy signal. Oh well, the drive home was just fifteen minutes. She'd hurry home so Ally didn't have to worry about her.


***


Alicia paced through the living room of the apartment she and Shelly shared. It was past midnight. Even if Shelly had had to wash and rewash every dish in the restaurant, surely she would be done by now. She was shamed to admit it to herself, but she wasn't just worried for Shelly's sake, she was starting to get... jealous.

Alicia had worked hard for her status in Kamlan's restaurant. He liked her work ethic, and he paid her well. But she was not interested in job security. She was interested in keeping his interests after the restaurant's open sign had flickered out at night. She was interested in remaining his favorite plaything.

Alicia had known from the moment she'd laid eyes on him that she'd wanted him. He was no nonsense. He had high expectations, and he demanded that they be met, but Alicia was capable, and eager to please, and had very rarely let him down. She liked a man who knew what he wanted, who was hungry for it, relentless in pursuing it, ruthless...

So when her phone chimed, and she saw it was him, the blood rushed back into her face. She bit her lip in pleasure as she pushed a button to answer and heard his voice on the line.

“Hey Alicia, it’s Chef.”

"Miss me already?" she purred softly into the phone.

“Yeah, that’s exactly why I’m calling... You know, I was thinking that I would go to your place tonight for a change of pace... I know what I said about discretion, but it’s about time that sweet little Shelly grows up a bit. Don’t you think?

"Yes, Sir," she answered simply. She liked to give him what he asked.

"That’s my good little whore. Put on something slutty, I’ll be there in ten.”

As soon as the line went dead, Alicia was busy preparing herself. Her heart was pounding in her chest as it always did for him.

She ran into the bathroom adjoined to her bedroom, and surveyed herself in the mirror. She was taller than Shelly by inches, at 5'7, but similarly creamy white, and as she shed the dress she had worn to hostess in that night, it was apparent the marks of her last romp with Victor hadn't yet faded from her body. She had straight, Nordic blond hair that was cut in a cute bob that ended at her sharp jaw, and her eyes were bright, crystalline blue.

Her "slutty" wardrobe had expanded over time, as she always wanted to have something pleasantly surprising on underneath when he undressed her. She chose something he hadn't seen yet. Pink stockings that hugged her long legs up to her creamy mid-thigh, panties that were nothing more than a tiny pink heart shaped panel to cover her cunt and strings that kept it on, a matching bra that hugged her tits together and barely covered her nipples, and a pink ribbon tied in a sweet bow around her slender throat, which clearly gave the impression of a sweet and willing pet.


***


Shelly got home and jiggled her key in the door, eager to get in and collapse on her bed and assure Alicia she still had her job. She stepped into the entryway of their apartment, and loosened her black tie, about to call out for Alicia when there was a knock on the door. Without even glancing through the peephole, she turned around and opened the door again. Her mouth dropped wordlessly open when she was met with Kamlan's visage looking back at her, smiling. Fear and excitement glanced through her body, but mostly, she couldn't believe he'd followed her all the way back to her house to torment her.

"What the fuck?" she said softly, more to herself than to him.

 

[LitShark]

((OOC: The following was written in collaboration with littlewaif.))

Victor grinned as Shelly opened the door, his grin as knowing and self-assured as ever and his eyes just as demanding as they scanned the young waitress up and down. "Is your room-mate around?" He asks nonchalantly, pressing his strong body up against her as he passes into the apartment without being invited.

Shelly's eyes widened disbelievingly as he pressed into the apartment. "Alicia," she called out, her voice wavering slightly, "you have a visitor."

Alicia's bedroom door swung open down the long hall, and though neither of them could see her, her voice snaked into the room... It was her bedroom voice, soft, pliant, sweet as a bell, "Victor?" she asked softly.

"That's right." Victor replied, his own voice returning to the stern and forceful voice that both knew from the kitchen all too well. He took one last look, up and down at Shelly before making his way into Alicia's bedroom and slamming the door behind himself so hard that the ground seemed to shake. "I see you follow directions like the good little whore I taught you to be."

Alicia's eyes lit at the praise and she twirled on the spot to let him see her from all angles. "Yes, Sir," she whispered in response as she came to face him again.

Shelly ground her teeth as she realized why Alicia had called her so many fucking times, and went into her bedroom, slamming the door as hard as Kamlan had. She threw herself on her bed, breathing hard, unable to deny even to herself now that she wanted him.

Wasting no time, Victor whipped the chef's coat off his shoulders, letting it fall to the floor. His cock was already rock hard and jutting forward through the front of his pants. After removing the rest of his clothing and tossing it into the pile, he held his rock hard dick, pointing it at Alicia like a weapon.

"Now come over here and show me you still know what to do with one of these, slut." He made sure that he could be heard through the wall.

Alicia sank to her knees, placing a palm on either of her knees and opening her mouth to reveal her soft pink tongue, as if putting herself on display for him, before lowering her mouth onto his throbbing hardness, the warmth and the taste of it making her eyes practically roll in pleasure.

Through the thin walls, even Alicia's compliant giggle and moans of obvious relish were plainly audible.

Victor grinned down at his exquisite little, pliant pet. Even as the walls shook from the next door slamming shut. That just made him more excited, to know that sweet little Shelly could hear, that she knew and that she wished it was her. With that thought in mind, Victor wrapped his massive hands around the exterior of Alicia's skull and slid his hips forward, pushing his cock methodically into her throat until he saw the bow of ribbon around her throat bulge out and felt her throat convulsing as she choked. After a few seconds of retching and gagging, he released her head.

"You're getting better." He grinned. "I can't imagine a more deserving cum dump than you Alley Cat."

As he released her, she came up for air and smiled as he spoke, her pink lips slick with spit, her eyes stung with tiny tears that had sprung up as she had gagged on his big cock. She responded only by opening her mouth again with a tiny "Ahh," letting him know she wanted her throat full of cock again.

This time he held her down on it longer, until her little fists balled and her head instinctively began to push away so she could breathe... and then a few seconds more. When he let her up this time, she had to cough a little, and her mascara had streaked down her cheeks, but her eyes still sparkled, and her mouth opened again, and she said "Ahh."

Victor held her down and thrust his hips forward again when she invited him, unable to keep from groaning in exquisite delight and pleasure, and not really wanting to contain the sound.

This time he gave no mercy, pushing her head all the way into his groin and even giving her face a little extra jolt from his hips, making her gag into a repetitive alert of his inward thrust. When he released her she invited him back, and this time he began fucking her throat as though it were disembodied from a human, just some warm lump of tight, wet meat, placed in his hands for his own gratification.


Alicia let him fuck her throat, letting it go as lax as she could, only humming slightly in her own pleasure. She wasn't even touching herself, her hands were curled around his thighs as if she wanted him even deeper in her gagging throat. His fingers curled in her hair and it only made her muffled screams of delight even more audible through the walls. Her tearful, smudged eyes looked up at him in pure elation. She was so eager to please. But he wasn't even looking at her as he used her pretty face.

At long last, Vic glanced down, seeing Alicia's eyes freely streaming tears and her mouth raining fluids onto her cleavage. He helped himself to one last definitive thrust, burying his full nine inches into her throat and holding her there.

"Tongue, use your tongue bitch. Lick my balls with my cock in your throat." Alicia complied, her throat making a new sound entirely as she did. Though she seemed ready for more Vic had other ideas. "Damn but you are one good cock-sucking slut." He praised her, leading her over to the wall that she and Shelly shared.

"Now I'm going to show you what good sluts get." He took her slender wrists in his hands, one at a time and placed them forcefully onto the wall before kicking her legs as far apart as she could comfortably get them... And then a little farther. Vic knelt down behind her, his large, rough fingers gently pulling aside the heart shaped scrap of fabric.

Alicia only purred at his praises, not wanting to take a moment away from her tongue on his huge, swollen cock which she was painting obediently with her wet little tongue. Until he pulled her by the hair from his throbbing cock, and led her to the wall, stretching her arms above her head. "Now I'm going to show you what good sluts get." Alicia's eyes widened softly as he pressed her into the wall. Her knees were already weak at the prospect of getting pounded and she shivered at the roughness of his fingers as they brushed across her skin.

In the next room, Shelly had gotten out of her work things, and into a long night tee-shirt and turned off her light. She squeezed her pillow around her ears as she listened to Alicia pant and gag, the sounds awful in their clarity through the wall. But when the pillow had blocked out the sounds, she found herself letting it slip again, so she could hear them. She was livid and wet at once.

Vic leaned in from one knee, taking a moment to deeply inhale Alicia's scent, mentally comparing it to Shelly's. After a moment of reflection, like he did with his finest wines, Vic drove his tongue deep into Alicia's tight sex, thrashing gleefully at the moisture he found there

Raising one hand high over his head, Vic spanks Alicia hard, more for sound than impact though, his tongue driving deeper into her until the tip comes to rest on the tiny nub of her spot, at which point he drives down with fierce sweeping pushes on that little button

Alicia squealed as his tongue lashed against her. Her cheek pressed against the wall, she cooed and moaned in delight without a thought of her roommate on the other side. She melted against the wall, her back arched almost comically to press herself against his attentions. As his hand came down on her bottom she jumped in pleasure and purred "Fuck, yesss..." As his tongue lapped at her burning little nub her moans went from intermittent to constant, as she ground herself softly back against him, nails scraping against the wall.

With a loud slurping noise, Vic transitioned to Alicia's clit, letting the juices that had built up behind and on his tongue spill off his chin. His lips wrapped tightly around her clit, and his tongue slowly rolled back the hood by tracing slowly expanding circles around the tiny little nub until it was fully exposed and in his mouth, almost like sucking the meat from a crab leg. Now it was Vic's turn to hum and purr, his lips making and vibrating sound he could think of to drive the sensations deep into his favorite fuck pet

Alicia panted as he suckled gently at her clit and his lips buzzed with vibrations, his large hands wrapped around her shaking hips. She had been drenched by the mere act of gagging on his big cock, but now that he was giving her one of the more thorough tongue-lashings she could remember ever getting from him, she was grinding her teeth to keep from cumming. The burning pleasure in her little clit was finally too much, and she gaspingly found her ragged voice to plead, "Please, Sir, can I...?"
A swift and abrupt spank to her other cheek answered, even as his voice confirmed. "Not yet." He said, climbing back to his feet. His hand still gripping her ass where he had spanked it.

"First I want you to beg for this." He demanded, the golf ball sized head of his cock teasing up and down Alicia's soaking slit so that she knew exactly what 'this' was. Finally he stalled out on her clit, enclosing the tip within his urethra. "If I'm impressed, you can cum as soon as I'm inside. And make sure that you beg loud enough for your fucking friend to hear. I want the whole building to know what a horny little skank they live near."

Alicia was too intoxicated with her lust for him to be shy about the volume of her voice.

"Please Sir, I want every fucking inch of your big cock in my little cunt. Pleassse," she said, too needy to curb the slur in her voice, "Push it in until I scream it hurts, and then push it in the rest of the way. Please, I want to get fucked like the whore you've made me, Sir."

Victor grinned, damn but the bitch knew how to make him hot. With that he reached down to the base of his cock, wrapping his large hand around the base and lining it up with Alicia's leaking, clenching channel, the delightful wet warmth drawing him in before he even got the rim of the head inside. Then He pounded into her, her body hitting the wall and the impact resonating through the beams within like a thunder clap. Then he released his hand and gave her the last two inches brutally, the tip peeking briefly into her womb.

"Cum for your Master then you filthy fucking whore! Cum like the insatiable slut you lived your whole life yearning to be!"

Pinned between his too-big cock and the wall, Alicia screamed in pleasure and pain and release.. Her juices poured down her legs as he continued to fuck her deeper than she could bear and she just screamed and screamed, uncontrollably into the tiny, paper-thin wall.

"I'm cumming, Master, I'm cumming for you..." she moaned, tears streaking her face once more as he pressed into her center so deep she was afraid it would do some kind of lasting damage, but it felt so goddamned good at the same time that she didn't care.

Victor thrilled at Alicia's vocal and exuberant reply to his thrust. He rewarded her with more, more thrusts, more depth, more impact, until her body was bouncing off the wall with each and every thrust of his hips. Vic reached forward to grasp at her short blond hair, his fist closing tightly to grip it and pull her in to meet each thrust.

"God Damn! No matter how much I fuck you, your pussy stays so fucking tight, whore! I love this pussy!"

Alicia half-giggled half-growled as he pounded into her, her body going slightly limp against the wall as her orgasm subsided, but her tiny little cunt squeezing hard around him as if to punctuate his sentence. His fingers closed in her hair and pulled her head back so her throat was taut, her back arched so deeply that when she looked up, she could see his face. She loved it when he used her body with such abandon...

In her room, Shelly had put out the lights and given up on muffling the sounds from the next room with her pillow. They were so loud now it was useless to try anyways. Instead, her fingers had slipped below her waistband of her panties and her finger was working against her swollen clit, her face hot with embarrassment against her cool pillow.

Victor was grunting now, like a loud howl that grew in volume and pitch. "C-C-C-Cumming!" He barked between thrusts. Getting every last stroke in on her tight pussy. This was the best part for him, with Alicia's body strung like a bow between his hand and his cock. Shelly was listening next door, they all worked Saturday dinner service. Anything could happen after work was over. "Where do you want it Shelly?"

Shelly bit into her pillow and came without meaning to, her little body shuddering between her sheets.

Alicia bared her teeth softly, knowing now that she had been right in her jealousy, knowing now that there was a reason why Shelly had been so late, though she didn't know what it was. But she didn't say a fucking word. There was no good in it. She didn't own the man, he was unownable... and she had known that always, since the beginning.

Finally, Ally found her voice enough to whisper "In my cunt, please Sir," wondering if he had meant to do it, or if he hadn't meant to, if he realized he had.

Victor drew back, withdrawing completely and blasting the exterior of her pussy with his thick, milky semen, blasting a few strands up onto her asshole. At last he released her hair and took a step back.

"That... was really fucking good." He sighed, wrapping his arm around Alicia's hip. "Now give me some sugar, I gotta get home and get some rest."

The sex finished, Kamlan had no desire to linger around the apartment. When they had their trysts Vic and Aly would often sleep together in his bed, but it was after one thirty and he just wanted his own bed.

“You get to sleep in tomorrow don’t you? Lucky girl.” Vic asked as he pulled up his pants. “I’ve got to work in the AM hours.”

Once he was dressed again, Vic pounded on the wall once.

“And so do you.” He said to Shelly through the wall. “Get some sleep. Don‘t forget to do your laundry.”

***

The next morning found Victor out in front of the restaurant, pacing back and forth and speaking on his cell in Spanish.

“Que lastima.” Kamlan sighed, nodding his head despite the fact that it was a phone conversation. “Si, si, bueno. No hay problema para la cocina.”

 

[littlewaif]

Shelly's brain rang as his voice resounded through the wall “I’ve got to work in the AM hours."- punctuated here by a pound on the wall- “And so do you. Get some sleep. Don‘t forget to do your laundry.” Had it all been for her benefit? Was this some elaborate mind-fuck that Alicia had consented to participate in? No... Alicia was not acting. But what was Kamlan playing at?

Shelly's eyes didn't want to shut, even after she heard him leave. She laid in bed for a long moment, then eased onto the floor in her bare feet and went to lock it after him. The doorknob was still hot where his hand had wrapped around it. Or was she imagining things? Shelly withdrew her hand as if burned, and returned soundlessly to her bedroom. Laying in her bed, she strained to hear something, anything from Alicia's side of the wall, but where the sound had been so crisp before, there was utter silence now.

Over two hours later, when Shelly had still not slept, she got out of bed and did laundry.

She arrived the next morning with the creases down the sleeves of her black button-up blouse creased as crisply as paper, not a strand of hair out of place. Her eyes glanced cooly over Kamlan as she strode up the walk, catching a fragment of his conversation, and wondering if it was Eduardo's wife... She looked away before Kamlan's eyes left the pavement to track her as she pushed against the front glass door, and she was glad for it. She didn't know what he would have found in her eyes had he caught them.

Shelly was the early shift today, which meant she had arrived before service got underway to open up the front of the house. It was fifteen minutes or so before the doors would be open to guests, and Lance and Damien were busy prepping in the kitchen. To Shelly's relief, Alicia was also not scheduled for this morning. Aside from the awkwardness that the two of them were bound to have to swallow the next time they looked one another in the eyes, Shelly also knew that without Alicia piling big tops into her section, she could really be on her game this morning, which was exactly what she planned to do.

 

[LitShark]

As Victor slapped his cell phone shut, he glanced over his shoulder at Shelly who was just arriving. It seemed she had been very meticulous in cleaning and pressing her clothes, but Victor was more interested in watching the distinctive sway of her hips and the movement of her ass as she passed into the restaurant. He wondered silently how much sleep she’d managed to steal after he left, if perhaps he had even managed to find his way into her dreams that night.

Making his way inside, Victor took a few long moments to gaze over Shelly’s body, bending over the table nearest the door to set out the far place settings. The way her petite breasts swelled the straightened and creased fabric of her shirt, the way her slacks hugged the enticing curve of her ass, even creeping up the middle when she leaned over farther.

There was no one in the dining room besides the two of them. The other cooks were all busy in the kitchen and the next servers didn’t come in until the restaurant opened in an hour. Privacy was a rare commodity in Chef Kamlan’s world, and the call he’d just gotten from Eduardo promised to make this Saturday even more stressful than the average weekend. He’d be a fool not to take this opportunity to at least try his luck, he wouldn’t get her by herself again until the end of the day, and even that wasn’t assured.

Moving up behind Shelly silently, Victor waited until she was stretched out as far as she could reach, stretching to wipe down the far end of a large round table. As she was bent over, he thrust his hips in behind her, the outline of his semi-erect cock nestling in between her firm ass cheeks. His large coarse hands slipped deftly inside her apron, cupping and caressing her breasts though her meticulously creased and pressed blouse.

“Did you sleep well?” Victor asked softly, his lips lightly brushing the outer edge of Shelly’s ear. “Any interesting dreams?”

Victor grinned deviously as his hands roamed over Shelly’s defenseless body, not that he was even sure she wanted to defend against him. He wasn’t certain but it almost felt like she was pressing her ass back against his half-hard cock.

“It’s going to be a rough one tonight. Eduardo’s wife is having complications with the birth. She and the baby are both fine, but Eduardo needs to stay with them tonight.” Victor whispered, his hands still busy squeezing and rubbing and kneading the soft mounds of flesh, poorly hidden under the stiff fabric of her blouse. “Can you work a double tonight? Maybe help me close up again.”

His words were obviously laced with malice and intent, but when he whispered them, they sounded almost sweet.

 

[littlewaif]

As Shelly felt the unmistakable swell and throb brush between her ass cheeks, and his large, slightly rough hands cup her breasts, Shelly stiffened, spine shuddering with the dizzying cocktail of intimidation and excitement that his presence filled her with. She didn't move away... she didn't have anywhere to go. His body surrounded her against the table. She would have had to climb out onto it to escape him, but she didn't really want to... She was intrigued by what the man wanted from her, and even moreso by what she wanted from him.

“Did you sleep well? Any interesting dreams?”

"Some people in my apartment building were being loud," Shelly said, her voice doing its damnedest to stay cuttingly casual, "but I got to sleep fine once they wore themselves out." She ignored the part about dreams... in the blackest part of sleep he had come to her... but she didn't think that she could manage a retort about that one and sound nonchalant.

Shelly's bottom inched back against his lap, wiggling and pressing so imperceptibly that he couldn't even tell if she intended to wedge the outline of his clothed erection more firmly against the crevice of her sex through her slacks. She could feel its size... she could not shake the image of it as he had bared it to her the night before from her mind... she could not forget the lust-slurred-words she'd heard her best friend screaming through the wall the night before, "until it hurts, and then the rest of the way..."

“It’s going to be a rough one tonight."

Those words alone caused a thrill to purr down her spine.

"Eduardo’s wife is having complications with the birth. She and the baby are both fine, but Eduardo needs to stay with them tonight. Can you work a double tonight? Maybe help me close up again.”

It was hard to steady the waver in her voice as his hands kneaded her tits and she let him do it, but somehow, Shelly's voice sounded as evilly sweet as Kamlan's had when she replied.

"I would love to, Sir. I didn't make as much money as I thought I would last night."

 

[LitShark]

The Wait

Victor grinned at Shelly’s passivity to his advances. It seemed that playing silent witness to his rambunctious fling the night before had leveled off her apprehension that had sent her fleeing from him the night before. Though he couldn’t be certain, Victor thought he detected a subtle shift from Shelly’s hips that nudged his cock against the camel toe of her tight fitting slacks. Kamlan helped himself to a few more long luxurious squeezes of her luscious breasts inside of her apron before he answered.

“You’d make a lot more in tips if you weren’t throwing it in the street like a silly little tramp.” Vic whispered softly, his lips grazing lightly against the outer edge of her ear, sliding the hundred dollar bill from the night before into her breast pocket. “I’ll be looking forward to closing up with you tonight.”

With his desire for heavy petting sated and the money repaid, Vic released the smaller waitress. He gave her one solid, resonant spank to her tightly swaddled derriere that jolted her into the freshly set table, rattling the silverware and dishes on the hardwood surface.

“Now stop dry humping my fixtures and get back to work!” Chef Kamlan shouted loud enough for everyone to hear after the spank had already attracted the attention of everyone who had been previously working in the kitchen.

When Kamlan made his way back there, they welcomed him like a hero. Instead of tickertape the chefs showered him in questions. All questions that were none of their business and asked loud enough to be heard in the dining room.

“I thought you were hittin’ that little cutie Alicia. Is that over now? Could I swoop in for scraps?” Damien asked, a faint chuckle in his voice as he added potatoes to a boiling pot.

“I’m still hittin’ it. Just trying to double my pleasure and double their fun. Catch my drift?” Vic mutters as he pulls on an apron over his coat, being careful not to let his voice carry. “Ask me in a week, I might be ready to put little Ally Cat on the ‘Midnight Meat Train’.”

“You’ve got to be shitting me! Aren’t they roommates?” Lance asked, his tone somewhere between indignation and disdain.

“You just gotta play it cool, Lance. Maybe some day I’ll teach ya.” Chef Kamlan winked before raising his voice to its typical pitch and resonance. “Alright listen up! Eduardo is out today, dealing with matters far more pressing than our dirty dishes today. While I’m sure we all wish him and his family the best, it means we’re all going to have to bust ass to pick up the slack. Lance, you’re on dishes when you have time and Rod, I need you to was what you can after you bus the tables. We got reinforcements coming in at two, so for now let’s just focus on working clean and getting through lunch without any big crisis or broken dishes. Shelly, you’ll need to sub in on dish station too. Now, let’s make some money!”

***​

In what seemed like a blink of an eye, the lunch rush was upon them. It was the Saturday of some big festival downtown and everybody in the damned city had decided to cram into the sunlit dining room of the Viking Restaurant. During lunch hours, the outdoor patio sold out first, patrons enjoying the feeling of being outside. It made service hell, however, for poor Shelly who had to service the needs of the entire collection of sun loving coinsures.

Short handed as they were, Shelly also had to split her focus between a collection of tables in the main dining room. Currently she’d been seated with an eight, six and ten tops respectively; the larger booths being closest to the patio.

Things weren’t much better in the back, a long string of untorn tickets dangling down from the machine still busy printing more. The line already packed from end to end with slips of paper for orders still unfinished. Above it all, Chef Kamlan’s voice rang out.

“I got two buffalo burgers and three ahi salads all going to the outside. Come on Shell-Shock, get with it!” Kamlan shouted into the dining room, his hand banging on the resonant steel counter next to the finished plates.

Behind the harsh words and the unflattering nickname, it represented a turning point in Victor and Shelly’s relationship. Only Damien realized it at the time. The branding of Shelly with a nickname made her the latest conquest for Victor Kamlan. It meant, not only that their physical relationship was on the verge of moving to the next level, but that she was off limits to anyone else until he’d had his fill.

Such was the weight of His favor.

 

[littlewaif]

With reluctance, Shelly felt him shift away from her, leaving her with her breath caught achingly in her chest, bent lewdly over the table. Just as she started to pick herself up, his hand came down on her bottom with enough force that she was sprawled again on the table's surface, and she opened her mouth as if to protest, but the only thought that would occur to her is that maybe, if she had acted differently on the back step last night, she wouldn't deserve to be spanked.

“Now stop dry humping my fixtures and get back to work!”

She could hear him walking away, but she just laid there, with her burning cheek pressed against the cool surface of the hardwood, letting herself remember how to breathe for a moment. She couldn't reconcile with herself why she felt deserving of the spanking, why she had taken it without protest, why it had made her so wet, but she was undeniably wet as she imagined the warm impact of his spanking coming visibly to life under her clothing, bright red on her pale skin. She remembered the crashingly hard spankings that had echoed against her wall last night, and wondered inwardly, slightly jealousy, how many little lasting souvenirs Kamlan had given her over how many shared evenings.

****

"Mhm," Shelly nodded, her eyes never glancing down at the page she was scribbling orders on, her pen never leaving the page except to point at the next person at the table to place their order. It wasn't the style of waiting she was accustomed to. She wasn't being her sweet, stumbling self that garnered sympathy and fat tips. She was imbued with intent, and despite what she had told Victor, she wasn't working for the money today. Shelly had always let other servers pick up her slack, run her food, greet her tables, so she could linger a little longer over the back of a chair and earn her tips with cute ineptitude rather than immaculate service. But she was determined that that would change today.

She punched two orders into the computer, and they were still clattering out of the printer when she swept into the back in time to hear Kamlan say, “I got two buffalo burgers and three ahi salads all going to the outside. Come on Shell-Shock, get with it!” Her cheeks seared pink, both at being scolded and at being given a nickname. She wasn't sure if she was supposed to be endeared or embarrassed, but she didn't have the brain space to puzzle it out at the moment either. She arranged the plates on a tray and ducked to take it up onto her shoulder, replying only "Yes, Sir," loud enough to be heard over the clatter of the kitchen.

She turned her tables, and turned them again. It was amazing with so much of him in her mind that she had room for the mad whir of what was probably the busiest day she had worked at the restaurant yet. But by the time 2:00 hit and the reinforcements walked into the aftermath, she had almost doubled the sales of the next highest server, Thomas, and had just laid the tickets on the tops of her last two lingering tables.

Unbuttoning her wrist buttons, Shelly rolled the sleeves of shirt to her elbows, tired, but intent on doing what was left of the dishes. Damien was wiping his forehead with a towel after an intense service, and had stepped into the service ally to fill his cup. The temptation to say something to her away from Kamlan's perceptive gaze was too great.

"So... Shell-Shock, mm?" Shelly wasn't sure what kind of answer this merited, but he went on without expecting one, "Who knew poor little Shelly could wait tables so well? It's almost like you're competing with someone. But it doesn't matter, hon, because there will always be someone else who comes along, who waits tables just as well as you do. Just ask Ally Cat."

His hand dropped from the door frame allowing, but his eyes were on her as she pushed past him into the kitchen to take up post at the abandoned dish station.

 

[LitShark]

Walk-Incident

((OOC: LS & lw Collaboration.))

Victor came in from the back, having finished his cherished "half-way" smoke, seeing Damien chatting up his newest and still unclaimed conquest. Victor made a face at this, but said nothing making his way over toward the kitchen passing by Shelly.

"Nice job today. If you can clear a grand on your tables tonight, I'll give you a reward." Victor whispered softly against Shelly's neck, giving her a light pat on her ass with the back of his hand as he passed. No sooner had he finished with Shelly than his sharp green eyes caught sight of his reigning favorite plaything swaying her way into the kitchen.

Damien nearly jumped when Kamlan came back in from his break, returning to his station where he was already doing prep-work for the dinner service.

At Kamlan's promise to reward her, Shelly's gaze swept to the floor in pleased embarrassment. She turned back to the dining room to check and see if her last two tables had paid out. Alicia entered only a moment later. Though Alicia had taken extra pains in getting ready for work this evening, the dress she had chosen didn't cover all of his fingerprints where they'd bruised into her last night. It wasn't so noticeable that anyone would catch it, but Alicia wore it knowing that Victor would know, and that Shelly would, too.

"Mmm, hey there Ally-Cat. Looking good as always." Kamlan grinned, taking Alicia by the hand and spinning her around so that he could see her from all angles, not missing the tell-tale signs of his aggressive encounter with her the night before. "Good enough to eat. I'll bet you're going to break some hearts tonight."

Alicia let him spin her, though Kamlan's sou chefs were watching the show unabashedly, but when Alicia was facing him again, her eyes were only for him, and it was plainly visible that she wasn't going to let him drop her and go on to his next conquest so easily.

"Maybe just one heart," Alicia said, a soft smile curling her lips. Shelly's.

Victor grinned and winked at her, loving the game of playing both sides against the middle. Subtext scarcely escaped him, and Victor admired Alicia's willingness to play dirty in this situation. He held her close, grinding his hips against her so that she could feel the bulge of his cock growing hard at the little battle for his affection that was taking shape, much the way the outline of his cock was.

"Meet me in the walk-in, five minutes." He whispered so only she could hear, using he soft veil of her blond hair as a curtain so that no onlookers could read his lips. "Alright then, back to work heart-breaker." Victor said loudly, delivering a loud spank to Alicia's rear, his hand falling on the outline of a bruise that peeked out from below the hem of her skirt.

Alicia just smiled at his whispered words, before walking out to the front of house to take care of a few pieces of business before taking an early break. Alicia went to the computer system and pulled up a sales report from this morning's service. Her eyes narrowed softly when she saw Shelly's name at the top of the report. Why, in all of the time Alicia had been heaping money tables on Shelly for her roommate's own good, had Shelly not had the motivation to stay cool under pressure, and here, suddenly, she had gained it?

Alicia went and stood behind the podium that stood in the foyer of the restaurant. There was a schematic of the dining rooms on it's surface, and a dry erase marker which she used to assign sections. She erased the lunch layout and began piecing off the floor, giving Shelly a small, rarely set piece of the back of the restaurant, and headed back to the walk-in, passing Shelly in the service ally counting her copious lunch tips, and giving her a sugar-sweet smile as she swished past.

The entire kitchen staff leaned over the line to watch Alicia sashay out of the kitchen, silently wondering to themselves what had caused the odd little discoloration down her leg.

When Victor finally moved back to his station, Lance looked at him in awe, shaking his head slowly. "How the hell do you-?" Lance began to ask before being interrupted by the chef.

"Lance! Where are my backup carrots?" Lance looked dumbfounded by the redirect.

"There's plenty of carrots there boss, its a full-" Once again Lance was cut off.

"God damnit! Even a full container without any backup is a recipe for disaster! You ought to know that by now. You guys keep working, I'm going to go get more damn carrots."

Victor wasn't really angry, nor did he have any real worry about Lance's prep holding up to the service. Anger was an easy way to scare off curiosity. And as Kamlan saw Alicia coming through the service alley he swung the heavy steel door to the walk in refrigerator open wide, hiding himself behind it.

Alicia met him promptly at the entrance to the walk in, needing only his stern look to hurry her past him into the long, chilly room lined with walls of frosted steel shelving, crowded neatly with boxes of produce.

Victor slammed the walk-in door behind himself, keeping the facade of rage up long enough to get his cherished plaything alone in private. As soon as they were alone, away from prying eyes he pounced on her, his lips claiming hers and his tongue probing her mouth hungrily. His hands slid up the back of her thighs to squeeze her ass under her skirt, carrying with them an air of entitlement.

Alicia melted into a long, soft moan of pleasure, his hands groping her up with such force that her feet kicked softly, entirely off the ground, her arms going around his neck to steady herself and deepen his kiss. She felt vindicated in her efforts to claim his attentions, feeling certain that there was no way his eyes would stray to the demure Shelly when she was so willing to show him how much she wanted him and was willing to work for him. He had always told her that her work ethic never failed her when she was after something she wanted.

Victor lifted Alicia up off of her feet by the tender bruised skin of her ass, carrying her backward and thrusting her body up onto one of the metal produce shelves behind her. His hands and her ass now parts of the same whole as he set her down. When the kiss broke, Victor began heaping his attention onto her slender, shapely neck; nibbling, kissing and biting as his fingers crept inward, subtly pulling her panties to one side.

Alicia's knees parted acceptingly as Victor nudged between them, getting closer as he bent to lavish attention on her throat, her knees curling around his waist a little as his fingers curled around the damp silk of her tiny panties. The cold of the frosted steel stung her pale skin, causing the skin to flush bright pink in those stripes where it was pressed to the metal. Still, her body in his hands poured heat.

Using his teeth, Victor tugged down the straps of Alicia's dress until her luscious breasts poured forth. While his tongue lavished her rock hard nipple, Victor reluctantly removed one hand from her ass, long enough to free his now rock hard cock, exposing it to the harsh cold for only a moment before he lined it up with Alicia's wet pussy and thrust inside of her spectacularly warm, wet folds.

Alicia screamed, not knowing or caring if the walk-in would silence it, or if Victor's hand would. Though the skirt of her dress was bunched at her waist, and avoided the splatter of her already soaked sex being impaled in one thrust, there was no way she would be able to wear the soaked scrap of material her panties had become for the remainder of the evening.

Victor's hand left Alicia's pussy, his cock safely secured inside, and thrust two fingers into her gaping mouth, forcing as much as he could catch of her blood-curdling scream back into her throat. He grunted as he thrust, the metal shelving unit rattling already in rhythm with his thrusts that knocked the front legs off the ground repeatedly.

Alicia's scream subsided as he gave her something to suck on, curling her legs more tightly around him as he pound into her, her fingers curled in the metal grating of the shelving, the cold air prickling her sensitive body into goosebumps all over.

Victor smiled up, with Alicia's taught nipple still held between his lips. As she sucked his fingers, soft warm tongue weaving between, cleaning them of her own arousal, Victor rewarded her with more deliberate and solid thrusts. As Victor pounded her, his hand happened on one of the carrots from the shelf below. No longer needing to hold the panties to keep them out of his way, Victor reached down to seize the phallic vegetable.

Alicia's pussy was already quivering and undulating on the chef's thick cock, her release already approaching and awaiting his permission. Victor had never intended this to be anything more than a quickie and after a few more rapid, deep thrusts from his cock, his balls alerted him to his own nearing climax.

Victor pushed the cold, root-vegetable upward between Alicia's ass cheeks from the shelf below and stuffed the carrot point first as deep inside her ass as he could get it. The rude double-penetration of Ally's slender body came coupled with a gruff, grunted command.

"Cum." Kamlan ordered, his lips reluctantly releasing Alicia's lovely breast to the delightful forces of gravity, letting it bounce subtly as he pounded her against the shelves. "Cum for your Master, bitch. Let me see you squirm like the little cock-loving whore I've trained you to be."

There was no silencing Alicia's screams this time, even as Victor's finger's plunged down into her throat in the attempt. She came hard and violently that she bit down on his fingers unintentionally. He grimaced and growled until she returned to his senses and he took his fingers back from her, still snarling. Alicia looked mortified by what she had done, but before she could apologize he silenced her with new orders.

"Get on your knees you rabid bitch. Swallow it all."

Alicia complied dutifully, trying to make it up to him with her mouth. After a few sucks and jerks, Kamlan was dumping the hot contents of his balls into Alicia's welcoming throat.

After the two put themselves back together in tense silence, Victor slipped Alicia's ruined panties into the back pocket of his chef pants. He emerged not long after she did, his arms full of carrots, making sure to keep the soiled one separate from the rest and discard it in the trash to avoid any risk of cross contamination.

"Sure did take your sweet ass time gettin' them carrots didn't you chef?" Damien smirked, watching Ally out of the corner of his eye, noticing how conspicuous her panty lines were by their absence.

"Some shit fell on me." Kamlan muttered, irritation evident in his voice as he dumped the bundle of carrots onto Lance's station. "Pinned my damn fingers under a heavy box of produce."

***​

That night's service was hell for Victor, not just because the restaurant was busy as ever and the tickets were all going to servers who didn't interest him; but also because the aching bruises on his fingers made every cut, flip, turn and garnish three times as painful and half as fast. It was the first time since the restaurant opened that Damien ended up waiting on Victor for several plates.

By the end of the night Victor was grateful to be done and even more grateful that his beer was cold. He rested his bruised digits against the sweating surface of the glass, letting the others handle cleanup for tonight.

"Alright boss, go take care of yourself." Damien grinned, still proud of himself for leading the charge for a change. "And try to be more careful in the walk-in from now on. I'd hate to see some real harm come to you messin' around with too many boxes at the same time."

"Yeah, yeah, fuck you too." Kamlan muttered, gathering up receipts to close out the books for the night. "Later on D."

It was then that he noticed he'd barely seen Shelly once since the walk-in incident. He wondered how she'd done, a gentle smirk playing over his worn features.

 

[littlewaif]

When Shelly got back from her short break for the evening service, it was to her surprise and disappointment that as she peered over Alicia's podium to see where she would be that evening, she saw she was in Section 4, not exactly what you'd call a "money" section, and definitely an unusual place for Alicia to put her for the evening. Shelly pouted up at Alicia like a little girl, thinking of how impossible it would be to top a thousand in sales with such a poor seating assignment for the evening service.

"Think you can handle it?" Alicia said, raising an eyebrow, voice still sugary, but a little pointed.

"I can definitely handle it..." Shelly began, brow stitching anxiously, "but you usually hook me up, what's the deal?"

"Are you kidding?" Alicia spat back, the edge in her voice noticeable now, "You were here for like two hours last night washing dishes because you couldn't keep pace. I'm doing you a favor, Shelly. I know you're enthusiastic about your job here, but you can't handle the kind of work I do, Shell, you don't have the experience." Alicia's tone was softer as she finished, almost genuinely sweet again, for as she looked into Shelly's face, it struck her how truly in-over-her-head little Shelly would be if Kamlan did take a liking to her, as he had with Alicia.

Shelly's eyes lingered for a long time in Alicia's, picking over the subtle undertones of her words, before responding, "There's only one way to gain experience, and it's not in Section 4. Besides, Ally, you've always been there to help me when I got in over my head in the past."

Alicia considered her roommate for a time. She wasn't sure whether Shelly was matching her double entendres or not, but she couldn't help but consider the possibility. Did Shelly sense the danger in Kamlan, was she asking Alicia for a guiding hand? If this was the case, Alicia knew that to accept may be her only viable chance at keeping Kamlan's interest. After all, when he found something new that he liked, there was little hope for his old plaything.

But Alicia also had to ask herself if that was something she was down for: constantly trying to scheme ways to hold a man's interest whose mind was somewhere else. Would she better off taking what he had taught her and moving on? She hadn't decided yet, but there was no reason to punish Shelly for something she had not- yet- done.

She reassigned Shelly to Section 8, the same section she had waited on last night, and decided to see whether the girl sank or swam. If she did poorly, it would only make Alicia look better to Kamlan, but if she did well and impressed him, there was little Alicia could do to stop him from pursuing her anyways.

"Alright, dear," Alicia said, pointing to the redrawn server's layout with the end of her pen, "I've given you the big tops again. Certain you're not biting off more than you can chew?" wondering more about her capacity to handle Kamlan than her customers.

Shelly grinned at her, saying "I'm sure, Ally... thanks," and practically skipped off to make sure her section was set for service. She was pretty sure that she could handle the big tops, now that she was working with purpose, and she felt confident that she'd be able to reach the thousand-dollar mark that Kamlan had set for her.

Alicia watched Shelly's bouyant step as she disappeared into the next dining room, drawing in a deep breath and feeling almost sad. On the cusp of her own relationship with Kamlan, she had been similarly intoxicated by the flirtation. In truth, she still was. But back then, Alicia had never considered it would end, that he would find someone better, or cuter, or just newer, to suit his tastes.

Alicia had seen the long, cool, appraising look in his eyes when she had re-dressed in the walk in, her lips still shiny with his cum. Was he deciding whether he would keep her? Was the mind-blowing orgasm he had just given her, causing her to bite his fingers, the last? She had always done her best for him. She consistently worked more hours than anyone else in the Front of House. She was the best server the restaurant had. And she was more than obedient. With resignation, she realized there was nothing more she could do to keep him from moving on if he wanted to... Except pray Shelly floundered.


***

At the end of the night, Shelly brought her last armload of dishes through the swinging kitchen doors, her gray eyes sparkling brightly. She had done so well waiting tables that night, and every ounce of effort had been for him. Damien and Lance watched as Shelly slipped over to where Kamlan was working and took a slip of folded printer tape from her breast pocket and slid it through the food window to Kamlan. As he unfolded it, he saw that it was her sales report for the day that had been printed from the computer system, and he noticed that a figure near the bottom was circled in pen. Her final sales total for the day. $1, 689.30

 

[LitShark]

Trappings of Success

Kamlan looked up from his work beside the deep fryer, turning the valve to closed and cutting off the slow flow of dribbling grease and bits of burned batter. The sound of paper being placed on stainless steel brought a smile across the injured chef's lips curled up into a wry grin. He stood up to his full height and retrieved his beer from its place above the line. As his eyes surveyed the numbers Victor's grin grew wider and his eyebrows raised.

Shelly had done quite well for herself and even better for the restaurant, Kamlan must have been too distracted by his own sloppy service to notice anyone else's success or failure. Shelly's renewed conviction and dedication meant that it was time to initiate her in the ways of what he considered "True-Service".

"Not bad little one, not bad at all." Victor praised her over the rim of his clear plastic glass. "But unfortunately I'm not holding tonight. Sorry if I got your hopes up. I do have a nice fresh batch back at my house if you're bold enough to take a little field trip to get your fix."

Chef Kamlan leaned both elbows onto the stainless counter of the service window, his eyes peering deep into Shelly's, knowing her answer before she could draw breath to speak it.

***​

The drive out to Kamlan's quiet suburban home ought to have taken thirty minutes or so, but with a new willing young plaything to impress the chef pushed the limits of his performance-tuned Audi to the limits and accomplished the trip in roughly ten. Tires squealed around corners that were familiar to him and he weaved his way daringly through freeway traffic at one-hundred and forty miles per hour.

When Victor left a long arc from his tires around the corner onto his street, he let his right hand fall on Shelly's thigh, gently reassuring her with a familiar touch and a little more-than-familiar upward stroke.

"Relax Shell, I'm not going to hurt you." Victor reassured her, a half-truth.

The interior of Victor's elaborate two story home was mostly barren, like the space of a person just moving in or just moving out. There were more things in brown cardboard boxes than out. The only areas that actually looked even remotely furnished were a small corner of the large hardwood floored living room and the expansive marble countered kitchen. The living room consisted of a black leather couch, a glass coffee table and a flat-screen LCD television set. The kitchen was an immaculate work-space with a large serving island in the center, with Viking ranges and Sub-Zero refrigeration units.

As Victor showed Shelly inside he began unbuttoning his chef's coat, now splattered with sauces and tough stains.

"I'm starving, go fix us some munchies while I go roll one up for us." Kamlan told her, his voice gentle but commanding. "I know it's not fully-stocked but you're resourceful right?"

 

[littlewaif]

Shelly's heart was just beginning to slow back down from the exhilarating race back to his house as the two stepped in the front door, the hollow sound of their footsteps and the darkened entry subtle indications that he lived by himself.

Shelly loosened her tie to hang softly around her neck and unbuttoned the top few buttons of her blouse, letting her fingers drift softly down the wood of a door frame, every room revealing further how direly the place lacked a woman's touch. They entered the living room as Kamlan removed his chef's coat.

As he seated himself on the couch, Shelly set her things on the glass-topped table and took her hair down from the ponytail she wore it in at the restaurant. It was the first time he'd seen her hair down, and as she shook it loose it came easily to her waist. She looked so different with her hair down around her shoulders and the little vee of creamy skin and collarbone revealed where she'd undone her shirt. So distinctly feminine.

"I'm starving, go fix us some munchies while I go roll one up for us... I know it's not fully-stocked but you're resourceful right?"

The way he commanded her was so doubtless and certain, seemingly without a thought of whether or not she would comply, that she couldn't help but smile just a touch. She found herself rather liking it.

Her thoughts drifted to the previous night, when he had yelled at her in front of the entire waitstaff and she had been certain in that moment that she despised the man... what would she think if she had known that only a night later, he'd be entertaining her in his home?

She felt oddly affectionate that he should let her rummage around in his kitchen. He seemed like the type of man that was intensely private. But then, his kitchen was very well kept, considering the barren state of the rest of the house.

As she surveyed the cabinets and fridge, it did appear that he cooked for himself, and had enough really nice groceries with the potential to be really good food, that she found herself a little intimidated trying to decide what to make for them.

It was in her nature to overanalyze, but considering that food was his realm, his world, she felt anxiety-ridden at the prospect of trying to impress him with her moderate skill in the kitchen.

Instead of letting the trouble consume her, she saw some chocolate ice-cream in the freezer and decided it would do as well as anything. She didn't want to waste her evening here in the kitchen, anyways...

As she scooped them two bowls of chocolate ice-cream, her phone silently went off on the glass tabletop, vibrating, but not loud enough to be heard from the kitchen. The face of the phone lit with the word "Alicia," it was getting late and she knew Shelly must be up to something.

A few moments later, Shelly re-entered the living room as he was sealing the paper shut against itself. She extended her arm out to him, offering him the simple treat.

She sat down next to him on the couch, so near it made her stomach flutter. She was tired from the hard day, her body ached, and she knew his must too. She was eager at the prospect of smoking with him, especially considering how potent just those few shotguns had been last night... He had expensive taste.

 

[LitShark]

Dessert for Dinner

Victor watched her make herself at home before doing as she was told, getting some food together for them. Around the restaurant he'd always viewed her as such a doe-eyed little thing, it was strange to see her with that long silky brown hair framing her immaculate face. It served only to feed the flames of his desire, that tiny triangle of pale, milky flesh below her throat. It was like a tiny white arrow, directing his eyes and desires South, reminding him that below that dark cloth was the pale flesh that he'd helped himself to feeling earlier that day.

Now that it was just Victor and Shelly alone, his mind was already taking her through the paces, the next step and the step after that. Thinking three moves ahead. Get her naked, get her wet, get her ready, get her close, make her beg, make her wait, make her pliant, make her His.

Each fold of thin paper, each swipe of his tongue over the slender line of glue, brought a new scenario into his head, a new position, a new angle, a new level of pleasure. His green eyes watched her hips sway back into the room, carrying in two bowls of ice cream. Dessert for dinner, a cute gesture at best. It wasn't important, as long as Shelly knew that she was on the menu as well Victor would savor every last bite of the meal.

One definitive twist to the end of the slender strip of filled paper at the end made the joint complete as Shelly sat down next to Victor, grey eyes looking up to him expectantly. In her eyes he could see the same hunger that he felt in the pit of his stomach. Something told him the ice cream set in front of him was doomed to melt.

Victor lit the joint between his lips and breathed deeply, drawing the smoke in slowly. The flame crawled down the column of tightly packed herb. As the flame took, Vic set down his lighter and as soon as he’d filled his lungs he grasped Shelly by her tie and pulled her forward abruptly. His lips captured hers and using his tongue he pushed her mouth agape, letting the thick smoke float passively from him to her. His fingers crawled aggressively up the smooth fabric of her tie until they were within reach of the buttons on her snug fitting blouse, corners starched and ironed flat. Practiced, skillful fingers worked one button free from its housing after the other, springing down the front of Shelly’s shirt until it was entirely open. The same hand dove inside, cupping a breast as Vic began exhaling with purpose, filling that sexy, pale chest up with his recycled vapors.

Shelly flinched first, it wasn’t much of a surprise, that the small girl couldn’t quite handle the amount of smoke Vic was trying to force into her. As she pulled away, Victor returned his hand to her tie, preventing her from fleeing too far. After ashing the joint in the tray and setting it at an angle on the lip, Vic released his joint and slid his hand back to unbutton and unzip his checkered pants, freeing his rigid cock to Shelly’s view.

“Go on then, show me you know what to do with one of these...” Victor grinned, pointing his cock at Shelly like a weapon.

The sound of Victor’s cell phone ringing and vibrating across the glass tabletop seemed to startle Shelly for a moment, but without releasing her tie or even looking over at the call ID, Vic switched the device off.