Jobs (18+) | a series of One-shots ^^ On-going, never-ending ^^

Act 4 - The Restaurant Manager

“You do great job with flowers. They are all pretty I think,” I smile at her and I’m surprised because I don’t smile a lot. It’s like Jesus is pinching my cheeks forcing me to smile, “You think letting my hair down will help me find love?” I ask her and I feel like I should not ask her because it makes me more sad. I don’t have boyfriend because I work all the time. Well I don’t have boyfriend in America but have many in Warsaw Poland but I left them so I don’t have anyone now.

“Yes. And you have the most beautiful hair. It’s like liquid gold. It’s really smooth and pretty. No buns for you,” No buns for me? What does she mean no buns for me? Like no bread for me? What the fúck?

I see men walk our way and Flora smiles, “Morrigan was it?” she asks me and I nod, “These are my … associates. Armando and Ricardo,” she introduces them to me but I know that they’re not just friends of hers because her smile tells me that they are more, “Guys, Morrigan here did the catering,” she tells them and the two men smile. They ask me to join them and I do, thinking that maybe Flora fucks them too.

“You did great, Morrigan,” Nathan tells me and I think I blush a little. He is very handsome man because he is tall, confident, and knows what he wants to do with life. I like men who are strong because I’m strong too.

“Thank you Nathan. But seriously don’t push it hard because it makes me cry,” I explain and he laughs. I don’t understand him sometimes. I talk normal and he laughs. I don’t think I say anything wrong or bad. Stupid.

It’s 10PM and I should go home. I’m really, really tired and sleepy because all day I keep smiling to all guests, “I think about your offer Nathan and I think I will accept. You will pay for my schooling yes?” I ask him and he smiles and nods and walks to me looking at his Rolex.

“You have anywhere to be tonight?” he asks me and I think for a second what he wants but give up because I don’t understand him.

“No. I will just sleep because I’m early tomorrow,” the other restaurant manager arrives and I take it as my signal to put all my things in my bag and go home. But Nathan grabs my arm.

“Are you seeing anyone right now?”

What a stupid question, “Of course I’m seeing. I can see you right now because I have eyes you stupid,” I tell him and he is laughing.

“Oh Morrigan, you’re really something else. What I meant was…” he puts his hand on my back and I become stiff, “…are you dating anyone right now?” O? That’s what seeing anyone right now means? I guess I’m also stupid.

“No. I’m single,” Nathan is moving closer and I’m trapped between his body and the bar counter. What is this? He’s my boss!

He looks me in the eye and I feel sensation below my waist. It’s like I’m touching myself but I’m not, “Morrigan. Do you know what hide the salami means?” What? What is with all the questions? Why will I hide a salami!?

I shake my head. Why do I feel dizzy? I think it’s his perfume. It smells sexy. I don’t know. I can’t breathe properly, like my chest is tight, “I don’t know what hide the salami means Nathan.”

He steps back and takes my hand, “Come. I’ll show you,” he tells me and wags his eyebrows. I don’t know where we are going but I’m not in the mood to buy salami or any meat because it’s fúcking 10PM and I want to sleep~!

Nathan and I walk down the hallway and he pulls out keys to a room. I realize what he’s doing and understand that I need to run away, “Goodbye Nathan,” I tell him, pulling my clothes over my chest because I suddenly feel like my heart is racing. He grabs my arm and pushes me against wall and before I can scream he kisses me. Everything in my body melts and I don’t have the right English words to explain the feeling.

He moans in my mouth and I moan also, feeling something hard between my legs and I touch it. He pulls away gasping, “Aaahh…I knew it. You do want me,” he says and I feel guilty because I do, “You want me Morrigan?” he asks me while lifting the hem of my dress. I feel cool air go up my legs and I shiver, “You want me don’t you?”

“Yes okay? I want you so shut up,” I tell him and surrender. I feel like crying because it’s been a long time since a man kissed me and now I’m remembering what it feels like. And it feels good in all the right places. In my stomach, below my stomach, inside what’s below my stomach. Ooh.

We go inside the room that is vacant and I can no longer think straight because Nathan is being aggressive. He scoops my legs and lifts me to bed, putting me down gently over the mattress like I’m an offering to God or something. I don’t know.

I reach forward and help him take off his shirt and unbuckle his pants. He is very clumsy and I don’t understand why he is nervous, “Nathan. Stop. Stop it,” I push my open hand telling him to stop what he’s doing, “Why are you nervous Nathan?”

“It’s been a while. I was saving myself for you and I never thought I’d get a chance. You were always so mad at me wanting to bite my head off,” O, Nathan is so sweet. But I don’t need sweet right now. I need sex. Dirty sex. Sex with boss is dirty so it’s good enough. I smile and he smiles too. We help each other remove our clothes and I’m shocked to see that Nathan has a Polish sausage. The smile on his face turns to confused, “I don’t think you know what hide the salami means, am I right?” he asks me and I nod like stupid girl.

“It’s like this,” he puts his díck inside me and I cry because I’m surprised by the feeling, “There. Just like that,” he doesn’t move and he only inserts it halfway. I can feel his erection so warm inside me and it’s like my vagina is hugging him as he grows and becomes harder inside me.

Nathan lowers his hot body and flattens his tongue over my breast. I feel my nipple get hard as he spreads his tongue even more over my swollen breast. He stays like this for very long time that my body is crying for him to move. Why is he not moving? Oh, oh no. He’s moving now. But very slow. Very, very slow like he’s torturing me. Shít.

We are only doing missionary but why does it feel so good? “It feels good Nathan,” I whisper and he moans on my breast. His upper and bottom lip sweep together going inward to suck the bud at the center. Oh my God. He is sucking really hard and I feel electricity. He is very hard inside me and he moves very slow. This is torture. What is he doing to me? “Nathan, please move faster. I will come if you won’t!” I scream at him because my whole body is screaming also. It’s like my blood is singing and I can’t stop the feeling.

He lifts my legs and wraps them around his waist as he starts to sink deeper. I feel my skins roll inside as I adjust to his size with every push. There is so much pleasure to Nathan’s rhythm that I can’t help but moan louder with each thrust, “O Nathan. I think I like hiding the salami,” I whisper and gasp as his body stiffens against me. He asks me if I take my shots and I say yes.

He is grunting like an animal as he starts to gain speed. I know there are different ways of explaining in English the different kinds of pleasure, but I’m stuck with the words hard, fast, and huge because that is what Nathan is. He has something very big, it’s very hard, and it’s moving fast inside me. And before I can scream his name again I explode and he explodes too. I’m sticky and wet inside and I can feel his hard díck slip in and out much easier with our combined orgasms, “Nathan. Can I get a raise?” I ask him, and for the first time he doesn’t laugh. Stupid.