by A. E. Murphy
“I’ll drive you,” Maddox offers but I shake my head, not wanting to further burden him.
“It’s not even a forty-minute walk.”
“Then I’ll walk you.” He smiles, winking at me. “If I give you a ride, you’ll get an extra hour in bed.”
“When you put it that way.”
“You’re not insured,” Sargent cuts in and Maddox winces, likely because he knows that’s the truth.
“It’s fine, I’ll be fine…”
“I’ll take you,” he interrupts.
“Really.” I look at the man to my left, catching his blue eyes that could freeze the earth. “I’ll be fine.”
“Be ready at five,” he responds, and Maddox looks so happy I can’t even try to say no now.
“Thank you, Mr. Wolf,” I mumble, casting my eyes down on my plate.
“Are you working Monday?” Maddox asks, tapping my knee with his foot under the table.
I shrug. “I have no idea. I’m just going to say yes to whatever they offer so it’s a possibility.”
“Work hard and they’ll never stop offering,” Sargent puts in, sipping his drink softly. The way his throat bobs… why is that so appealing?
Maddox nods his agreement. “She’ll have no problems there, never known somebody to not have any quit in them. Pest can go for hours.”
I close my eyes and bring my fingers to the bridge of my nose. I can’t believe he just said that.
“I meant while working. Not… I mean…”
“Son,” Sargent warns. “Perhaps saying nothing would be prudent at this juncture.”
“Right,” Maddox whispers and starts laughing, quietly at first while I gulp my wine, then louder and it has me choking on the sweet fluid in my throat.
Soon we’re both laughing so hard I have tears streaming down my face.
“You’re such an idiot.” I kick him under the table and he kicks me back, making me yelp.
We finally sober but not before I kick him again, unfortunately, as I’m pulling back my foot, it grazes across Sargent’s shin and we both startle.
“Sorry,” I say quietly but he doesn’t reply, just finishes his dinner while Maddox and I have our banter and regale him with tales of our travels.
Tempest
Morning comes and I leave my room in my blue and white striped dress, knee-high white socks, black shoes, and white, frilly apron. I look a bit like Alice from Wonderland except my hair is darker. It’s a little bit tight on my waist but otherwise fits me comfortably.
After brushing my teeth and drinking a glass of water, I skip into the hall where Sargent is already waiting for me. His hair is messy where it’s usually neat, his shirt is buttoned wrong and his jeans are yesterday’s.
“I almost overslept,” he explains in the dark of the hall. Only the light from the moon filters in through the windows either side of the heavy front door. “Come on, let’s get you to work.”
I approach him, tightening my bobble as I go. “I really appreciate this.”
“For my son’s sake, I’m making an effort.”
But not for mine, I think, but don’t say. “Walking isn’t a bother.”
“It’s too late for you to walk now,” he determines, checking his phone.
He nods for me to follow him, I do, straight to the first large, metal, white door of the garage that is hiding a fucking LAMBORGHINI!
“Can I drive?” I beg, approaching the car and just staring at it. For the first time, Sargent smiles at me and it is so fucking attractive. It makes me want to sit on his….
CAR. On his car…
I was not thinking of sitting on or in, anything, but, his, car.
“Not a chance,” he replies, still grinning.
The door opens upwards and he takes my hand, holding it steady as I lower myself into the vehicle. My knees are nearly higher than my lap.
“I just need to hear her purr so badly,” I breathe when he climbs into his own side, still smiling.
The engine starts and I have a mini orgasm.
“Hold on,” he mutters, looking as excited as I feel.
“To what?”
We rip out of the garage at a speed that other cars take minutes to reach. He skillfully maneuvers the car around the winding road that leads from the long driveway down to the bottom of the hill his home is perched on, with only two, maybe three neighboring houses lower down.
I hold onto my seat, screaming with delight as he rumbles to a stop at a junction, letting a few cars pass.
“Oh, my, God.” I beam at him. “Go back up and do it again.”
I’m horny. A fucking car has made me horny.
“Maybe next time,” he replies, pulling out and driving at a more respectable speed now.
We stay silent the rest of the journey, until we get to the diner in question, which is dark and deathly silent.
“Stay there,” Sargent orders, and climbs out only to move to my side and open the door.
“Such a gentleman.” I laugh to ease my nerves as I place my hand in his and let him pull me up.
He doesn’t move back far enough and my body connects with his when I stand to full height. My cheeks heat, my body burns, my nipples tighten. I stop breathing. He often has that effect on me. I wonder what he looks like under his clothing, he’d make a great subject for my art project. Maybe he’ll let me draw him naked?
In my haste to move away I trip over my heel and grab onto his arm to steady myself.
“Sorry,” I mumble. “I lost my handing.”
My handing?
“Your handing?” He lifts a dark brow as he assesses my level of sanity.
“I meant to say footing.” I side-step out of the way, eager to just get out of his life for a while. “Thank you for the ride.”
He doesn’t reply, but he also doesn’t move until I’m inside.
“Morning,” I call into the dark and move to the kitchen where light spills from under the door.
“Ah, you’re here early.” Bill looks thrilled. “I do love an enthusiastic worker. Coffee?”
“I would love a tea.”
“Tea it is.”
When I look outside, the Lamborghini is purring away, its slanted, pointed lights, shining like two sexy little beacons. Oh to be rich. Though to be honest, if I had that kind of money I’d probably just keep traveling.
Sargent
I dive into the pool, letting the cool water shock my body into submission.
My cock. It hurts. I need to get laid. I need to fuck. I need to drive into a pussy. I’ve never been so desperate for sex before.
I can’t help it, she walks around my house without a bra, normally this wouldn’t bother me, normally women are just a release, just a body I use to comfort my own when I’m the one in need. I only find them attractive when the need arises. But she’s taboo, I can’t have her because she’s my son’s which makes this all the sicker.
I grasp my dick in the water, it’s still hard.
FUCKING GIVE ME STRENGTH.
Sinking to the bottom, I close my eyes and hold my breath. I meditate and calm my mind until I can’t breathe then I break through the surface, take a large inhale and sink to the bottom to try again.
“Dad?” Maddox’s voice is distant and muffled through the water.
I open one eye and see his rippling silhouette looming over the edge of the pool and resurface again.
“Thought you were drowning, you were under there a while.” He leans in the doorway looking sleepy. It’s only seven in the morning. I haven’t been able to sleep since I left her at that shady-looking diner. I’ve passed it during my commute to work in the past but I’ve never been inside. It’s a place where truckers stop on their way out of town or in, I doubt many locals go there. “Did you get her to work safe?”
“Of course,” I reply, swimming to the edge and pulling myself up, but then I remember my throbbing cock and drop back under. “She was impressed with the car.” I think back to how she responded and smil
e slightly. She reminded me of how I was the first time I saw a flashy car worth more than I thought I’d ever see in my lifetime. Now look at me, living the dream. I didn’t get here on my own though.
“Need a hand?” My son chuckles, thinking I’ve fallen back in accidentally.
“Just doing push-ups,” I lie and do the move a few more times.
“Show-off.”
I grin at him but he rolls his eyes. Looking at him, I still can’t believe my boy is a man and he has a woman, and has seen the world, not all of it but more than most. I’ve always been proud of him for following his dreams, never one to force on him a path that didn’t entice him, but I’m happy he’s back, willing to take on the business with me by his side.
We’ll be a force to be reckoned with.
Just as soon as his little female distraction is gone.
“I’ll be out tonight, give you and the girl some privacy.”
“Where are you going?”
I wink at him. “Never you mind.”
“Gross.” He pretends to vomit, catching my meaning straight away.
I splash water at him as he walks away and then sink back to the bottom of the pool.
My cock still hurts.
The braless little vixen and her perfect fucking body.
“Dad?” Maddox calls, forcing me to resurface again.
“Yes, Maddox?”
“How about we go get breakfast at Bill’s, surprise Pest?”
I can think of nothing worse. “No.”
“Dad.” He raises a brow, making him look so much like me. “Don’t be boring.”
“You just want me to drive you there.” I see straight through his plan but find myself falling for it anyway. “Fine. I could eat. Let me shower.” Before he fully vanishes, I yell, “This place better be clean!”
Tempest
“Thank you, see you soon!” I wave the family out of the door and quickly clean their table, ensuring the sugar pourer, menus, and sauces are fully stocked too.
The place isn’t as busy as yesterday, but it’s not empty either. Mostly single men come in, big guys in their trucks and lorries that they park across the way on the gravel carpark, or businessmen looking for a quick meal before making the commute to work.
There’s one thing I’ll say about this area, the men are H.O.T. HOT. And not in the warm sense of the word. They’re gorgeous. Just because they’re gorgeous. They take care of their bodies, their dark skin shining, their tan skin glowing, their pale skin steadily burning. Their smiles lovely and friendly, their banter charming. They give me the most tips so long as I meet all of the social cues and my accent sends them wild.
“You’ve improved a lot since yesterday,” Bill comments when I bring a new order to the till. This is from creepy trucker with a tatty cap by the window.
I will never wrap my head around pancakes with syrup and bacon. Together. It sounds like a pregnancy craving, not an everyday breakfast meal.
Speaking of breakfast, I was good and ordered porridge for mine with a cup of weird-tasting tea on the side.
“I usually pick things up quickly enough.” I smile in return and turn to look at the door when it jingles.
I beam from ear to eat, unable to contain my excitement when Maddox strolls in with his father who is looking around the place as though it’s covered in shit, not pretty gray stripy wallpaper.
“Just a second, Bill.” I stroll to Maddox and hug him. “What are you doing here?”
“Came to make sure you’re working hard,” he replies and I guide them to a booth in my section.
I have a section today, unlike yesterday, though the girl I’m working with called Sabrina goes out for a fag break every two minutes so I’m constantly watching her section too.
Bill either doesn’t notice or doesn’t care. Or perhaps he’s just not in the mood to battle with her about it this early in the day.
“Menus are on the table, take a look, I can’t recommend anything but the porridge or burger,” I admit, shrugging. “Can I get your drinks?”
“VOS water,” Sargent says, and I scribble that down in my little notepad with my fluffy-topped pen.
“Chai tea latte.” Maddox yanks the menu out of the holder.
“Coming right up.”
I move to Bill who is eyeing our guests curiously.
“My closest friend and his father.”
“That’s Sargent Wolf,” he breathes, looking at the man who I live with nervously. I try not to laugh again at the name but whenever I hear it I wonder if Sarge’s parents were playing a cruel joke on him. He sounds like a character off Nickelodeon, not a millionaire bachelor with a successful partnership in an international business. “He’s in my diner.”
Is he some kind of local celebrity or anomaly? Perhaps a serial killer?
“Cap wants you by the window.” Bill nods to the creepy trucker with his faded blue cap and white shirt with greasy stains down the front and yellow stains around the armpits.
I approach his table with a smile like at any other table and get my notepad ready to add to his order. My memory is good enough but the foods here are different to back home, I don’t want to mess up.
“How long will my food be?” His voice is gruff and scratchy, I try not to cringe at the strong stench of stale fags coming from his dirty self.
“I’ll just check on that for you.”
“Yeah, you do that,” he murmurs as I walk away and I vaguely hear him comment, “Sweet ass.”
But I ignore it because I work for tips, not for an hourly wage.
Bill dings a bell on the counter. “Drinks, Pest.”
I grab a round tray and place the drinks onto it while asking, “How long on Cap’s food? He’s asking.”
“He ordered ten minutes ago. This isn’t Burger King,” he grumbles. “Tell him another ten minutes at least. Perfect pancakes like ours take time.”
I nod and carry the tray carefully to Maddox and Sarge who are both still looking at their menus.
“Any idea what you want to eat?” I tuck the tray under my arm after putting their drinks before them and pull out my pad and pen.
“Oatmeal with blueberries and maple syrup,” Maddox says and looks at his dad who tosses his menu down on the table and relaxes back in the bench seat.
“Same, minus the syrup, extra blueberries.”
“Fabulous,” I singsong, still smiling as I scribble. “This reminds me of when we met.”
Maddox nods. “I was just thinking that.”
“You were a waitress?”
“No, but I thought she was. Called her to my table in Thailand. She was wearing this black dress that was so similar to all of the other servers.”
“I thought he was hitting on me and then he just looked at me and said…”
“VOS!” We both burst into laughter together.
I add when I’ve calmed enough to talk, “Except he said please.”
“Funny.” Sarge rolls his eyes. “And you’ve lived a fairy tale ever since.”
“It has been pretty smooth sailing, hasn’t it, Pest?”
I nod, smiling warmly at my friend. “Let me get your orders in and I’ll be back.”
I rush their ticket to Bill who takes it and hobbles to the kitchen, handing it to the cooks through a hole in the wall.
“Hey!” Cap yells and I cringe. I got distracted.
I race over to him, smiling nervously because he looks really pissed off.
“I’m sorry,” I immediately say. “Bill tells me it’ll only be a few more minutes while…”
“You gonna give me the same hug you gave that faggot when he walked in?”
Did he really just say that? Is faggot still an insult used these days? It’s disgusting.
“I… I… umm…” I stammer, glancing at Maddox over my shoulder and finding his eyes on the man. I don’t think he heard him call him that heinous word, but I know he heard him shout “hey” at me. “They are perfecting your pancakes as we speak.”
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br /> I walk away before losing my temper and stop at another two traveling men as I pass. They are much politer and eager to smile at me.
“You okay?” Maddox asks, his brows pulled in with a frown. I notice Sargent’s eyes are on the man too. He looks livid.
“I’m fine, honestly, he’s just hungry.” I wink at Sargent this time and smile when he raises a thick, pointed brow. “Your porridge won’t be long.”
“Oatmeal,” Maddox singsongs.
“Porridge,” I singsong back.
“Porridge sounds tastier than oatmeal.” Sargent shrugs, looking human and less annoyed for once in my presence. Also, he just agreed with me. Hell has frozen over.
“The same way pussy sounds better than vagina.” Cap roars with laughter at his own joke, banging his hand on the table which startles the rest of the room, including Sabrina who has finally returned and is wiping down the clean tables in her own section to make it look like she’s working.
Which means, if he can hear us then they heard him and what he said.
I sigh.
“Speaking of pussy, walk yours over here with my breakfast.” He looks at Bill. “Least she’s nice to look at, if not a bit slow.”
“Leave it,” I say to Maddox when he shifts in his seat.
Bill rings the bell so I scarper away, quickly grabbing the rude arse-wipe’s breakfast and taking it to him.
“Now that’s more like it.” He grins, showing yellow teeth beyond his bristly, graying moustache that hangs over his top lip. “Do I get my hug now?”
“I don’t know you,” I reply, trying to look apologetic. “I’m not a hugger.”
His lip curls with a sneer, raising his moustache to his nose. Yep. I just lost my tip.
I move to Bill and grab the drinks from the counter, getting back to work.
Sargent
Does this attitude work for him? Does he get laid when he speaks to and treats people badly like this? I have to say, I admire the girl’s professionalism and calm. I’m on the edge of my seat and I don’t even like her all that much. I respect her but I don’t like her. I don’t trust her. Though she doesn’t deserve this.