Page 17 of Midsummer Phoenixes

Stop being a distraction, Amory. I want to imagine fucking you in the storage room until you cum, your mouth stuffed with napkins so you don’t scream.

The coast was still clear, and so I escaped to the staff restroom finally.

The restroom was just one room, a sink on the right wall with a mirror mounted above and a shelf with air freshener, hand cream, and feminine hygiene products underneath it. Dwayne insisted we keep the sanitary pads and tampons stocked for those who might need them during a shift.

Soyer

Amory?

Soyer texted.

Amory

Sorry. Had to hide in the restroom.

Soyer

??I bet you did. Door’s closed?

Amory

Yes.

Soyer

Get those pants open.

Now.

I did, the illicitness of this making me pay attention to every little noise, the sounds coming from the kitchen, the patrons back in the diner. I leaned against the sink, barely daring to look at myself in the mirror as I worked my belt and zipper open.

Amory

Done.

Soyer

Good.

We were talking about how you’ll be taking all I have to give, my sweet employee of the month, all while I push you up against a wall and am balls-deep inside of you.

I want you to pinch one of your nipples, right now.

I hesitated. Not for very long, and I was shocked about myself when I rolled my left nipple between my thumb and forefinger, the fabric of my shirt somehow making this feel all the more like a thing I shouldn’t be doing. I corrected my own thinking. I knew this was okay. So long as I didn’t get caught.

Amory

I did.

Soyer

How good you are being. Did it feel good?

Amory

Yes.

Soyer