Paula
She began. A fingertip penetrated her rear.
“You´re good at this…”
There was nothing she could say. Her mouth was full.
“You know, we kinda have a busy schedule right now…We are supposed to re-open this place next week…
Two fingers.
“And I also need to know that you want…this..”
..up her rear, her poor rear!
He was getting short of breath. He still had a firm grip around the back of her head. The cigarette was smoking itself in an ashtray about 2 feet further down the bar.
“You are Very good at this…”
His voice was starting to sound a bit strange. Already. Still not touching her pussy, just her ass. Two fingers fucking her butt!
Then she heard someone, either in the kitchen or in a back-room!
Like a ladder being moved.
“Make me cum, girl..”
Well, what options did she have?
He must be starved.
It only took a couple of minutes; she made a muffled sound as he ejaculated. She could not get away, she had to swallow his load.
“You must be here tomorrow at noon,” he said, as she was rearranging her clothes, “We will have a much better time then.
“What?… I´m supposed to be at class tomorrow…”
“Well, if you want the job, I guess you´ll have to skip class, then….”
When Paula was outside in the bright daylight, she realized that she had not seen the face of the man.