"What the hell just happened?"
Ben jumped in surprise and turned around to see Sheena staring at him as Mr. DiMatia disappeared into his office, her crystal blue eyes overflowing with bewilderment.
"Should it matter?" the young man asked, surreptitiously eyeing the bountiful bosom he had spooged over earlier, the stamina of his youth rising to the occasion once more.
"Well, yes," she blinked, a little taken aback, unused to his new, forthright manner. Ben had been such a puppy dog to her whims before, but this - this was different. "He can't just - he wouldn't sign over ninety percent of the restaurant to - to you. It's - outrageous!"
"The times, they are a-changin'," he shrugged.
"And what 'activities' will he turn a blind eye to?" Sheena continued. "I mean - c'mon - what could you possibly get up to around here? All you do is wash the dishes and clean up! You don't even bus the tables!"
"Oh, I'll be getting up to all sorts of things," Ben smiled, thinking over what he 'commanded' of her last, nothing more than to forget what had happened in the storage room and to be nicer to him. The last didn't seem to have taken affect, but then, he thought, this was strange to Sheena. 'Nice' really had nothing to do with it.
"Like what?" she frowned, arching a thin, blond eyebrow and missing his intended entendre. Ben frowned. Perhaps if Sheena thought of him as a sexual person...
"Ohhhh," the young woman said, blinking. "I see. Well, then." Sheena smiled at Ben grimly. "Not on your life."
"Really?" he arched an eyebrow. "You seem to have forgotten something."
"I -," the waitress cut off, her blue eyes bulging in shock, recalling her sudden desire for him earlier, the passionate tryst in the storage room, his muscular thick cock spurting streams upon her bare chest...
"Oh, God," Sheena moaned, clutching at the side of the industrial sink in support. "I can't - I can't - Oh, God - Steven will be - Oh, oh - What can I tell him?"
Ben studied the sobbing blond for a moment and then suggested, "Dump him."
"What?" she looked up at him in surprise, tears running down her cheeks.
"Dump him," he repeated. "I can explain it to him if you want."
"But I have to tell him!" the waitress protested, her eyes wide.
"Pish, posh," Ben rolled his eyes, working his little magic. "It'll be all right. Trust me. After talking to me, he'll be pretty understanding. It won't be acrimonious at all. Not a single hard feeling. Besides, you'll be on to better and bigger things in no time at all."
"I - I guess," Sheena sniffled. "I just - I just don't know where I could go if -" She cut off, wincing, "When I dump him. He's been so kind to me, giving me a place to stay since I left my parents."
"You can stay with me," the young man offered with a smile.
"With you?" she stared at him incredulously. "But -" The shared tempestuous moment surged once more to the front of her mind. "Oh," Sheena blushed, her cheeks turning a pretty red. "I - I guess so, until - until -"
"Maybe never," Ben grinned. "Think about it. Think about all the nights we could have together."
The waitress gulped, images of the two of them racing through her mind in myriad positions fucking every which way, the passion of their joining, a baby in her arms, the joys (and tribulations) of parenthood.
"That," Sheena said slowly, looking at Ben with a growing appreciation and smile. "Would be - wonderful."
"What'd be so wonderful?" Gwen asked sharply, an unpleasant cast to her face, as she stepped into the remote corner of the restaurant's kitchen. |