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Chapter 2
Fall was a busy season: fashion shows, movie premieres, facial rejuvenation launches.
Franklin, our General Manager, was in the restaurant a lot, much more than usual. He liked to come get an espresso and sit at the bar, sipping it, but mostly watching the room intently. Nothing escaped those eyes. We called him the General behind his back. One, because he had been in the army, and two, because he was terrifying. Handsome though, with close-cropped white hair, and a solid build that made me imagine plenty through his suits.
Luke hadn't said anything more about my encounter with Dwayne. The influx of guests and events had kept him too busy. These people were in to work and impress, and they were demanding. This was his time to impress the General.
My job, at least, was easy. While everybody else ran around like a terrified chicken, I calmly cleaned, restocked, and doodled on a pad from behind the bar. Successful people aren't day-drinkers, and I had relatively few customers.
I didn't see much of Dwayne either. We'd pass each other in the locker room sometimes while everybody was changing, but never alone. It wasn't awkward. Our encounter had been separate from everyday life. I still lusted after him every time we were in the locker room together. I remembered being on my knees in front of him, his thick cock slapping my lips. I wanted to run my hands across that body again, feel every muscle. Wrap myself in those strong arms.
But the beginning and end of our shifts were the only times when our paths crossed. I hadn't even found an opportunity to warn him that Luke knew.
One afternoon in November, we closed up the doors to the bar after lunch. One of the VIPs, a film producer, was hosting a cocktail party before a film screening. It would only be for an hour, the right amount of time to lubricate his audience but not get them sloppy drunk. The hotel, of course, made him buy the space for a minimum of four hours. If they were going to deal with him, he was going to pay full price.
Which meant that I had a lazy afternoon to slice some limes. The event would be after my shift finished, I just had to make sure the evening bartenders were stocked. I checked through my catering sheet, noticing the prices they were charging. He was paying more for an hour of open bar than I made in a month.
The doors opened suddenly, and the General came in with Luke. "Take a moment," the General was saying. "You know what an important client he is. He's always right, even if he's a crap human."
Outside the window I could see the film producer at a table in the lounge. There were two blonds women sitting on either side of him, and a little dog that was jumping up and down on his lap.
Luke's face was pale. "But he -"
"I know." The General's face was stoic. "He's handsy. I'll switch one of the boys to take care of the table. He's renting the penthouse for a month."
They both turned and looked at me, realizing suddenly that they weren't alone.
I looked down at my cutting board quickly, pretending I wasn't paying attention.
The General looked back at Luke. "Pull yourself together. I don't need you being a hero on this one."
He disappeared back into the dining room.
"That greasy fuck," Luke muttered as he joined me behind the bar. I knew he was talking about the movie producer.
"You ok?" I asked.
"These people, they're the worst."
He wasn't wrong. "He grabbed Alison's boob again?"
Luke sighed. "So this isn't the first time?"
"Nah, he tried it a few months ago. I called Angel over and he dealt with it." Angel was our biggest, scariest security guard. "But he wasn't staying here that time. Would probably have been too hammered to remember the next day anyway." Hotel guests were allowed to get away with anything - except not paying.
"This week is fucking stressful!" he said. His tone changed as he stepped closer to me. "I could use a little bit of that release I saw you giving that doorman in the showers." He leaned in and whispered in my ear, "I loved watching you inhale his cock. Didn't know you were such a slut."
He was very close to me now, and I could feel his heat. Through the doors, I faintly saw the restaurant bursting into pandemonium. The producer's little dog was running amok through the restaurant, darting through people's legs. Nobody was looking our way.
Luke grabbed my hand and put it on his crotch. "You know you want to taste it."
I froze.
"I've been picturing your lips wrapped around my cock ever since that day."
His rubbed my hand along the thickening shaft. It filled up quickly, hot and throbbing in my fingers. He moaned softly. "Get on your knees," he whispered.
He was crazy. "Here?"
"You want to keep this job?" he said, now with a hint of menace. He put his hand on my shoulder and gently pushed me down. Nobody could see me behind the high counter from outside, but anybody could walk in at any time.
He unzipped his fly and pulled out his cock. No underwear. It was long and thick, with a bulbous head dripping with foreskin. It smelled ripe and sweaty, completely intoxicating. I looked up at his face, plastered with that cocky grin. "Make me forget what I saw." He grabbed the back of my head and thrust his cock down my throat. It was too dry, and I gagged right away, snapping me into reality.
I pushed him out of my mouth and looked up. "Hold up," I said. "Let me at least do this right."
He laughed. "Show me what you can do, slut."
I spit on my hand, and grabbed the base of his cock. I began jerking him off, wrapping my mouth around the tip and slobbering all over it, darting my tongue under the foreskin. As the head became slick, I began pulling his foreskin back. There was the slight bitterness of cock cheese. I dove past it, continuing until he hit the back of my throat. My hand moved faster, jerking him off as I let my throat relax before the onslaught. He was desperate to bust a nut. We didn't have long anyway.
I pulled back, letting his heavy cock slap my lips. Fuck, it was glorious. The perfect shape for deep-throating from my knees, curved slightly downwards. A long string of precum snaked off the tip and trailed down to my lips. But there wasn't time to admire. Reaching behind Luke, I placed my palms on his firm asscheeks, wrapped my lips around it tightly, and pushed until his cock was lodged all the way dow my throat.
"You fucking whore," he muttered softly, gasping as my lips hit his pubes. He grabbed the back of my head and began thrusting all nine inches down my throat. I submitted to the onslaught as best I could, stealing a breath where I could. With just a few strokes he was shuddering, and then spasmed. His cum shot deep into my guts, thick and warm.
I gasped as he pulled out, filling my lungs oxygen. He slapped his cock across my face playfully, then stuffed it into his pants. The entire encounter couldn't have lasted more than two minutes.
As he pulled up his zipper, I heard the door open. "I need you to come deal with this," I heard the General say.
Luke's posture changed, he stood up straighter. "On my way," he said. He put his hand on the top of my head, motioning me to stay down as he walked past.
"Where did Rick go?" I heard the General ask.
"I sent him down to the liquor room," Luke mumbled as the door closed behind them.
I leaned back against the fridges. My cock was throbbing in my pants, my thigh slick with precum.
This was not going to turn out well. But it was fucking hot.