Million Dollar Man With The Power To Back It Up

I fucking hate that bastard

Dipper P.O.V

It's been a week. A stressed filled week of Bill's  bull shit. I don't get involved with him after the accident. He tells  me what to do and I do it. I glance up from the table I'm wiping down to see Bill counting money. He looks up meeting my eyes with a smirk. I softly glare before moving to a different table. I could feel my cheeks getting  a little heated. Why does that always happen? I fucking hate that bastard. He's a criminal. Lost in my thoughts I didn't realize someone staring from afar. Looking up once more I see Bill with a cigarette once again in between his lips with that classic smirk. "W-what?" I said with frustration "Nothing." He shrugged leaning against the door frame of his office. I huffed slightly annoyed. I wanted to ask him why the fuck do you keep looking at me like that you fucking dick. But I've seen him angry before and it's terrifying. It's best to hold my tongue.

Bill moved away from leaning on the door frame, walking over to my table I just finished cleaning. His golden eye watching me closely with that smirk. That damn fucking smirk that makes me want to punch him in the face. I watched him for a moment. I turned my gaze to the nicely cleaned floor after a while.

Bill reached over to the bar. Where several bottles of liquor sat on a shelf grabbing a bottle. He pop the cap off. My gaze on him once again. He held his favorite. He's always drinking it when I'm working. He took his cigarette out of his mouth taking a sip. A slow sip. Before dumping  the rest on the table I finished cleaning. He moved the bottle to pour some on to the floor then on my shoes. Not ever breaking eye contact with me. "Be a dear and clean this up would you?" He said with a grin before dropping the bottle. It shatter into pieces making me flinch. A moment of silence past before I answered, "Yes sir." He placed his cigarette back into his mouth his hand in his pockets of his dressed pants. He walked back into his office going back to counting his money.

Fucking bastard.

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Later that night as I served classy rich snobs. Bill came out of his office walking over to the bar. Grabbing my shoulder he pulled me close. "I'm going to need you to stay a bit later to night." He said in a low whisper. Feeling his breath hit my ear I blush stuttering,"Y-yes sir." He chuckled walking away. I huff filling up a cup of whiskey.

Around 4 in the morning we'd close and I'd just finished cleaning. "Sorry we're closed." I said hearing the door open. I turned around seeing these brick house looking men. "Where is Cipher?" He said with an accent. "Um.. " I froze.

"Don't scare my little pine tree." I heard Bill say with a chuckle. "Boss." The rough looking man step closer as well as the rest of the men with him. "Sit." Bill said gesturing to a large table."Pine tree, something to drink."
I quckily walked back to the bar pouring Bill's  favor form of liquor. I couldn't  really hear anything they were saying. Just bits and pieces.

I walked over there with tray in hand. "For fuck sakes!" Bill yells slamming a fist on the table making me flinch and even whine. "Are you all stupid!? How could you let the man in on this? " He growled. I bit my lip not knowing if I should wait or put down the alcohol. "Pine tree." Bill growls.

"Yes sir?" I whine out clearly shaken up.
"Drink." I wasted no time setting it down. He down it quckily. Shit.

"You will fix this." He growled. "Now get the fuck out." They all left quckily and quietly. Once they left it was dead silence. I stood there in fear. Bill pulled out a cigarette"Pine tree." He muttered. I reached into my pocket pulling out the lighter he gave me. I lit his cig. He took it in with a sigh then blew out a puff of smoke. "How about you do your boss a solid and suck me off?" He blew out more smoke. I blush hard not moving. I was too scared to even say anything. Bill truly was terrifying. "Pine tree?" He mutter annoyed. I nodded. Slowly finding my self on my knees in between his leg.

"Such a pretty little thing." He hummed playing with my bangs. I swallowed as I unzipped his way to expansive dress pants. What the fuck am I doing?

I've never done anything like this before! I've never even kissed anyone. Chewing on my lip his large and I mean large dick popped out of his pants right in my face. My whole face heated up. "B-bill?" I whimpers. He smirked, "Yes my darling?" He purred. "I-i don't know how to do this."
He darkly chuckled. "You're a smart boy. I'm sure you can't fuck this up." He said playing with my hair. His golden eye staring me down. "Just suck." He commented grabbing my hair roughly making me whine.

I closed my eyes as I slowly began to suck the tip. He chuckled holding  me tightly by my hair. "Deeper." I whine around his large cock slowly taking more in. I kept sucking till he gripped my hair tightly pushing me deep into his crotch. My eyes opened wide as I gagged. He chuckled darkly watching me struggle. Tears rolled down my cheeks. He finally came into my mouth slowly letting go. I swallow without thinking gagging. "You could have done better. I'll let you practice more tomorrow." He fixed him self up before standing. "Have a nice night pine tree." He chuckled walking back into his office. I fucking hate that bastard!

Brick house -

was a term used to describe someone who is built well with an good-looking body.

The Man-
the man to me means any authority, corporations, police, government,

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Sorry for any mistakes.
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