Working hard.

Working hard. Working hard.

Status: Finished

Genre: Fantasy

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Status: Finished

Genre: Fantasy

Summary

On a busy night, things can get hot.

Summary

On a busy night, things can get hot.

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Submitted: August 25, 2013

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Submitted: August 25, 2013

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 Collecting and cleaning glasses can have there advantages, customers want to talk, girls in particular want to touch, kiss or even have their photo with you, behind the bar is a different story. yeah it can be quiet, time to chat and catch up on the week, you and the other girls always do, i keep out of the way, i no your far to good for me but i like to watch. It's thursday night, your wearing a cardigan, flowery cotton top, black trousers, your hair is up and a little makeup. It starts to get busy, running around, serving you start to get hot,  walking past me and out the back, your scent so sweet i could follow you to eternity, you come back in, cadigan off, your cotton top looks good, even better at the back, your white bra straps showing against your soft skin i have to look twice, as you walk your slim waist down to your perfect bum, the movements of each cheek being held in only by the thin material, god if only i could see you naked i think. As the night goes by your getting hotter, you have a glow about you, if only i could strip and lick your beautiful body, my life would be complete, bending over in front of me your breasts are clearly visible being held in by your white bra, i have to look away, the sight of them excites me to much and i don't want to be caught, i imagine your standing in front of me slowly striping your clothes off asking me to take you, all hot and horny, letting your hair fall and holding your hand out, if only, but again i'm not your type. Putting glasses on the shelves, your now in front of me, very close, your back a little wet, hands holding up your hair, neck bare naked wanting me to kiss it and work my way down, all the way down to your thighs and round to the place i no where i could give you so much pleasure, but instead i blow, you turn your head and say,'emm, thats nice, keep going', i do, little blows of cool air i'm thinking if your nipples are going hard,  oh my just to play with them would be my dream. As the night comes to and end we all clear up, sit down for a drink and chat about the night, lights off and  your on your phone, it lights up your perfect and pretty face, your red and so kissable lips, i dream of where i would like them, your eyes looking, your beautiful cheeks, i wish it was a message from me telling you how and why i want you so much, and when you get home what i'm going to do. You look at me asking if i need a lift, my chance i think, yes and i'm standing ready, we go outside and as usual your boyfriend is there to pick you up, i climb in to the back, you in the front, kiss him and we drive off, i sit there thinking does he no just how lucky he is to have you to himself?, i would sell my soul for one night of passion with you. I get dropped off, i watch the car until it's gone, oh well my dream at an end, but then it will start again tomorrow when we work together and i will have you to myself, if just in my dreams.


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