"Nothing is wrong," you tell Stella. "I'm just a bit tired. Say, do you mind going out and closing my tab? I think I'm going to just head home tonight."
"Sure thing, hon," she answers you.
She comes back fifteen minutes later, just when you're making up your mind to go demand the bill.
"You might want to hang around a little longer," she tells you.
"Why's that?"
"Apparently there was a shooting outside. Cops and the media are all over it."
You definitely don't want to get caught on camera for that.
"Thanks for the heads up."
"No problem sugar. If you're feeling tired, there's a closet in back I sometimes use when I'm in need of a break."
"Yeah, thanks, I appreciate the offer you tell her." You can feel a headache coming on and it would be nice to get away from all this, if only for a few minutes.
She shows you the closet. Its nice as far as closets go. There are the standard janitorial items as well as a bean bag chair and an upside down box with a bunch of Cosmo, Glamour, and People magazines.
You sit back, but Stella doesn't leave. She starts rubbing your shoulders.
"You're so tense," she says in what you know is supposed to be a seductive voice, but somehow she still can't seem to shake the world weariness.
"You got any home remedies for dealing with tensions?" you ask.
"I do. But I made need a little cash for...the ingredients."
"How about a hundred bucks? And I get to make a phone call."
"Whatever floats your boat, hon."
She eases open your fly. You like the look of her long lacquered nails. She pulls your stiffening cock out and runs her fingers up and down your shaft. Her mouth covers the tip and she swirls it with her tongue before taking as much of your cock in her mouth as she can handle.
You hit the speed dial for Larry.
"Hey, what did I tell you," says a grumpy Larry.
"Not to call unless I had a chick on my dick."
"...Congrats. Now don't call me again tonight."
Larry hangs up on you. You groan as Stella sucks on your cock while holding your balls. She licks along the bottom of your shaft from where your cock and shaft join back up to the tip. She sucks on the head like its the nipple of a baby bottle.
You lean back and imagine its Buck's wife enthusiastically servicing your knob.
Her pace quickens. Her mouth and hand slide up and down your shaft with increasing speed. Her other hand tugs gently at your balls. You're seeing Heather's bleach blonde locks bobbing at your groin. You picture her glancing mischievously up at you. You mentally add a tied up and gagged Buck in the background, watching the pleasure his wife derives from tasting real man meat. You mentally add that Buck has a very small penis.
"Get ready to swallow," you moan. "Oh, fuck yeah, Heather."
Your balls tighten and then you're releasing your load into Heather's eager and waiting mouth. You see Buck's face twisting in impotent rage as he thrashes against his bonds and screams into his gag. Heather is smiling up at you and...
"Swallowing is extra," says Stella, breaking you out of your daydream. She extends her hand expectantly. You feel kind of bad that you called her Heather, so you leave a generous payment.
You pay up. She goes out front and checks if the media has left, then lets you out the backdoor of the Flying Squirrel, telling you to, "Come back any time, hon."
When you get home you tell Larry about being accepted as one of the boys. You leave out some details. When the invitation for your 20th high school reunion comes around you decline.
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