Once I entered my apartment, I poured a glass of vodka and drank it down like water. Her voice sounded in my head, and my dick was throbbing. I laid back on the coolness of my leather sofa. Still no relief. Since Lavin had not responded to me, my mind was full of frustration and my dick with semen wanting release. For now, I needed to take care of my own unfulfilled hardness. I said her name with each hard thrust of my dick. “Lavin…Lavin…LAVIN!” I didn’t care if anyone heard me through my walls. I shattered inside thinking of Heath kissing her. He didn’t want her; he often looked away when she was near. She was mine; eventually, I would be perfect in her eyes. I had hired her, taken her in. I’d taught her the restaurant business. I’d also trained her correctly on just the right depth to make me come. I wasn’t ready to give her up, especially to Heath. I had the power; I was the boss. I just needed another plan.
Seeing Lavin seated on Heath’s bed was the trigger for me. That was when I decided it was time to take these videos the public. I’d expose Heath and have him running from here and this town, forever. Then finally, without Heath around, Lavin would come to me completely. My fingers tightened their hold on my dick as my hand moved vigorously up and down. “Oh Lavin, LAVIN!!” I pictured her lips covering me, sucking me, and pleasuring me. Envisioning her loving me and saying such tender sweet words to me, again my dick rose, seeking attention.
1
The Past Summers
The Good and The Bad
Heath has become the bane of my existence. At the tail end of this particular summer, I got the idea to begin filming Heath because, like many other popular summer employment spots on the Cape, we have housing facilities, residences for our employees. Many employees opt for the reduced rent of the rooms that are adjacent to the restaurant. It makes perfect sense to most who are trying to save money.
Besides living quarters, there is a vast wine cellar under Arden’s with many adjacent rooms for private parties. Thus, there are numerous places for the hot young bodies to engage in sex. After losing out on my pool of women because of this silver spoon boy, I decided to set up hidden cameras in his room to catch him in the act of something illegal, immoral, or just plain embarrassing to his character. Not to mention getting the awesome amateur porn that was being committed at the workplace. Sure, this was all illegal, but something had to be done. I wasn’t going to continue many more years with him on my staff. I hoped the videos would make Heath a complete loser. Maybe my proof would get him removed from Arden’s permanently, but I had to build my evidence. My original intent was to show his father; I knew he would not tolerate that behavior. But he might just hide it under a rug. Reprimand his son. However, I wanted to remove Heath from working with me. I think a larger impact would be to take the sexual footage to the public…a local newspaper. They thrive on shit like that.
At the same time this was happening, I found myself beginning to have feelings for Lavin Williams, a girl I had hired a while back. She would come here during the summers to take a break from studying dance and theater at the college she attended here on the east coast. She’d given me an instant hard-on when I first laid eyes all over her during her initial interview. I hadn’t acted on my feelings toward her until this year when she’d finally matured into a strong, beautiful, and busty twenty-two-year-old. I wanted to give her the world. Give her myself, my power, and take her to bed or any hidden spot here in the restaurant away from the camera view.
But of course, it was Heath, not me, she fell for. I had to sit back and watch mutely as Lavin suffered in silence, observing Heath take girl after girl. Then she had to hear about the way he made them orgasm more than they ever had. He was able to do this because he had a 10-inch-long and pretty thick cock dangling between his legs, and he knew what to do with it.
Heath made all the newly hired girls turn into cock-crazed sluts. Something I found out that Lavin had overheard through the restaurant gossip grapevine. Lavin though didn’t seem to want to believe the gossip. She seemed to see the good in him. I believe she wanted to be in the lineup of the other girls for his attentions, but she never threw herself at him. She looked his way often, but not flirtatiously or with any hint of desire. Heath didn’t show her any further attention. I could see Lavin’s frustration building; she wasn’t dating anyone and none of the employees at Arden’s were hitting on her, so I finally seemed to have a chance with her.
I did get that opportunity and more with Lavin, and when I was with her, she acted like she was into me. When we were alone, she never held back or shied away from any type of act with me. I don’t know if I was practice for her, or if she felt anything for me, but I’d wanted her for so long that I took anything she dished out.
Something nagged in my head that perhaps I knew she was settling. I was only a means for her sexual release. I’d never thought there was a side of her like this, but while we screwed each other, she was with me in the moment, but there was a transparent vagueness. I pondered if it was Heath she was imagining having sex with while fucking me. I often played it off. She was young and would realize how good I was for her. “Yeah, that boy doesn’t have anything on me, so I don’t think you would be feeling satisfied like you are if he were going down on you.” She would just smile, and still, I knew her thoughts were with him. Lavin was probably imagining him showering her with his lips and tongue down below.
Often, I would lay there watching her, such a beautiful woman on top of me, riding my dick, yet her stifled moans were surely carrying another man’s name. It was humiliating, but I would do what I had to in order to have Lavin’s 5’8” dancer’s body and large perky breasts riding me until we both came several times. I needed her, and Heath had taken all the other choices from the fold that I’d had full use of for years.
Heath visited the restaurant wine cellar often and not for wine selections but more his tasting of another employee. I had a front row seat in my office, watching from my computer while I saw Heath unmercifully destroying the college freshmen and sophomore girls we often hired as hostesses. It’s like he had a harem following him. I did stop engaging in sex with Lavin any place I posted cameras. I told her I didn’t want us to get caught and lose our jobs. We mostly stuck to romps in my office, but I made certain my computer monitor was off and the door shut and locked. No way did I want her to observe my growing case against Heath.
Most evenings, I would manage the floor and then see Heath shoot a wink to the girl he was pursuing that evening, which was the known signal to immediately meet in the wine cellar. Once there, he would make certain to wedge the wooden door stop securely after entering the cellar. This would buy a few moments needed to redress if another employee had to select wine for a table. In no time, Heath would be ready, releasing his black uniform pants and freeing his cock.
When I observed his wink sent to a girl across the room, I knew it was time. Instead of catching them in the act, breaking it up, and firing them both, I simply let them go with it. I retreated to my office and folded into my burgundy leather seat. I turned on the live feed from the camera and tried to match my orgasm to the two youths in the basement, whether it was Heath and a girl or some other employee. They were young and virile and pounded one another. I tried to keep up, my wrist pounding at my wooden desk, and I hoped the sound was muffled by my closed office door.
None of what occurred down below the main dining floor was noticeable to the patrons seated above enjoying their meal. The customers at the dinner tables were none the wiser about the sex happening when their waiters/waitresses went to get them their wine selection. They were told, “Excellent choice. I will go bring it up from the wine cellar; it will be a few minutes. In the meantime, feel free to explore our menu for this evening.” It was scripted; all the employees had the same speech. When the staff reappeared with the wine and a happy smiling face, the customers thought these young workers were extremely polite and happy to be at work.
I smiled with complete sexual satisfaction after I shot a load all over my hand fr
om my viewing pleasure. This happened often, but I would much rather it be the real thing, even if it only came to me from Lavin, which I knew was emotionally one sided. One day, I would turn her head in my direction; she would have finally seen enough of Heath’s screwing around. Until then, I enjoyed every moment she gave me.
2
Four summers ago
Lavin’s Interview at Arden’s Fine Dining Restaurant
The week after the employment posting went public for Arden’s summer season openings, Lavin received the call. “This message is for Lavin Williams; this is David Straub the General Manager of Arden’s Restaurant. I have received your application and would like to schedule you for an interview.” His voice was strong, and Lavin tried to picture what the General Manager looked like; she assumed he’d be older than she was. Lavin was so thrilled to be in the running for the opportunity to join the team at Arden’s. Summer work there landed great money, and it would also give her temporary housing at a steal in their dorms near the restaurant. A huge savings for her. While going to school, she was low on money and food, which her body displayed although most thought her dancing studies maintained her slender build. It had taken her longer to pursue her education as she wasn’t on the normal four-year plan. Lavin registered for her courses as she could afford to do so. It might take her longer than most to finish, as she was studying dance and theater. Both of which, but mainly dance, are centered around younger people. You aged out of dance pretty early. Yet Lavin was doing this solely on her own, knowing that she might well be “advanced” for that career field before she ever finished. Still her dreams were to pursue that path and wherever it lead her. Lavin bit her lower lip, she was alone and without the support of her parents. That had been severed, but she mentally prepared herself to excel on her interview. She needed the position at Arden’s.
“Good Afternoon, Mr. Straub. Mr. Straub, it is a pleasure meeting you and thank you for meeting with me.…oh, seriously, just give me the job and a meal, and I will thank you any way I can.” She laughed at her truthfulness even though she’d never say that at her upcoming interview. She practiced her initial greeting over and over until the day of her interview.
Lavin drove the scenic ride to the restaurant on the point. She was aware her vehicle was not in the league with those that dined at the restaurant. She hoped her Jeep would get her to her interview without any trouble. Years back, she’d bought the bright blue used Jeep on impulse. It looked like a giant Smurf-mobile. When her parents displayed their obvious disapproval of her attending school on the east coast, let alone to study dance, she saw red. With tears streaking her cheeks, she took all the money she’d saved and hidden in an envelope from a dance program. The one show she had been lucky to attend with a girlfriend, it had shown her the path for further education.
The Jeep took to the road fine. It had made a long journey across the USA, and she’d never looked back. Letting her parents know she was okay, she’d called them when she arrived on the east coast. “Lavin, you need to rethink a smarter career path because the one you took off to follow may not ever pan out. Your impulsiveness to leave and not heed our words is disrespectful.” Her parents ended that call by hanging up on her, and they hadn’t spoken since.
It had been tough on her most days, but in Cape Cod, the days were brighter. The whole city talked about dining at Arden’s. She thought she’d give it a chance and perhaps reap the rewards of making a decent amount of money for schooling. On social media, Lavin viewed and read many positive comments. “What a great summer job!”, “A summer employment that paid off well.” She had seen the restaurant highlighted a few times in the food section of the newspaper and mentioned by many. The newspaper and internet reviews raved about the top-rated chef who consistently prepared an incredible menu, and the location which delivered ambience and an evening of fine dining perfection.
The restaurant was built high above the road, overlooking the ocean. It contained Hollywood glamour even here on the east coast. The crisp white façade with gigantic windows exposed every corner of the restaurant and gave the diner a panoramic view. An outside bar area with seating was built to embrace the scenery that wrapped around the restaurant. Many romantic proposals and anniversaries were celebrated and photographed from the outdoors. The view was intoxicating. Its proximity to the ocean waters pushed the limits of anyone afraid of heights. Lavin remembered seeing a recent photograph announcing the restaurant would be opening again soon. The article claimed that some nights the moon appeared so close to the restaurant; in fact, the moonlight brightened the dining room.
Nervously excited from thinking about the restaurant, she began shifting in her seat and tugging at her pencil style black skirt. Her legs displayed a light tan since she’d recently caught some rays sitting outside her apartment keeping herself comfortable. Air conditioning was a luxury. The April weather had rolled in much too warm, and her apartment was a hot box. She needed this job badly; the rent was past due on her current tiny apartment. Something had to go her way in order for her to live with a roof over her head and help her earn for school in the fall. She could work hard, long hours and walk to bed after. In addition, she would save money on gas for her Jeep with no commuting to and from work. She hoped she’d be able to stay here for a few seasons or as long as it took her to finish her studies.
Climbing the narrow road, her Jeep handled the it perfectly, and she was relieved. Glancing to the right, she passed what was surely the dorm housing. There was an abundance of activity already occurring there. It seemed similar to move in day at a college. Several cars were parked along the curb line and both girls and guys were transporting boxes and suitcases of their personal items.
The road twisted and turned; she had heard that for years many have traveled this road to dine out. Arden’s Restaurant was set well away from the town streets. The roads lacked guard rails, and Lavin noted she hadn’t seen a light pole either. Apparently with such a favorable reputation, the dining patrons went the extra mile because it was well worth the effort to reach. The restaurant was only open during the summer season, but that season actually extended from April through September’s end. The owner decided long ago that the revenue from the summer was enough to allow him a few months break in between with possibility to pursue other business ventures.
Rumor was that the owners debated branding Arden’s and opening a few in other areas, but it simply wouldn’t be the same. After much discussion, those rumors were silenced. Arden’s remains highly rated with a history of continued excellence. Lavin had read in a food and wine article that Enzo Harrison owned Arden’s, which he’d owned with his wife for years before she passed away. He’d kept it going and had high hopes of his son Heath following in his footsteps.
With her eyes focused on the road, she finally reached the restaurant, and it was just as grand as she’d imagined. Her nerves eased slightly, and Lavin brightened up as she passed the empty valet stand. Just past the valet podium area, she found an open parking spot. Her location was not too away from the entrance and, best of all, it was free. After checking her makeup quickly and sweeping gloss over her lips, she adjusted her pale pink blouse that had climbed up her chest. Her choice of top was a little form fitting, but her white blouse had not been ironed, and she was pinched for time since she’d been surfing the web about Arden’s Restaurant instead of planning her outfit. A tighter blouse was all she’d had as a backup. She left a few buttons undone to give her chest a little more room to expand. She hoped eyes wouldn’t fall to that area and would remain on her face during the interview.
“Hello, you must be Lavin.” His voice was strong as his eyes moved up and down, catching and counting her buttons that weren’t fastened. He smiled warmly.
His traveling eyes she noticed; perhaps she should have worn a different shirt. Lavin nervously responded to his greeting. “Pleasure to meet with you Mr. Straub, and thank you for seeing me so quickly.”
“Lavin, you can call me David, no for
malities here. We just strive to maintain a great restaurant and staff it likewise.”
She smiled. He was nothing like she’d imagined. He was older than she was but certainly not the age she’d first envisioned. He was very handsome. Dark hair that he kept short. His gray green eyes caught Lavin’s eyes immediately. His build was strong. He obviously worked out and didn’t partake in the food sampling. His body was quite fit. She wasn’t certain of their age difference, but assumed he was at least ten years older than she was.
He tried to put her nerves at ease as he kindly explained the open position at Arden’s. He hoped she would comment or ask a question as he wanted to hear her voice once again. He noted her eyes remained focused on him the entire time he spoke. He wondered if she was really listening. “Lavin, that about sums up the position. Do you have any questions for me?”
“I think you have been very thorough with the explanation. I don’t have any questions. I can promise that I’ll do a great job, and I look forward to proving myself. As I don’t have a lot of restaurant experience, I welcome gaining that knowledge.” Lavin rolled her lower lip inward and then released it. She offered him a sincere anxious smile.
David watched her lips with each word she spoke. Her smile got to him. He knew she would be a visual asset at Arden’s, but instantly, he was thinking of how he would love to see her naked. It was a thought he should not be thinking on a first interview, but lately his options for women were few and his horniness plentiful. Usually, David pondered the hiring decisions and let the potential employees wait. He had the power to make them wait for a decision. With Lavin, he couldn’t wait, it was obvious to him that his dick wanted her.
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