Unwanted Heat

I realized my mistake and struggled against the security guards to get back in but to no avail. I was thrown like a used rag onto the pavement. I was a contractual employee and I had no legal grounds to sue or demand a redress. I gritted my teeth and hailed a taxi for home. There goes my first job. It was a handsomely paying job and I threw it all away because of my arrogance.

Depression overcame me throughout the days that ensued. I had some money in the bank for the ‘overtime work’ I did for the company, but that would vanish after a few more days. I had to find another job. But where?

I surfed online and searched the newspapers for a suitable job but found none. I was desperate because my funds had fizzled out. I was trudging hopelessly on the street when I saw a sign that read:

“Wanted cashier: Apply inside.”

My feet led me inside where a chubby, dark-haired woman greeted me with a smile, “May I help you?”

“I want to apply as a cashier,” I stated, forcing myself to smile. “Uh-huh, yes. May I see your resume?”

I retrieved one folder from my backpack and handed it to her. “Sit down,” she sat across me on the small table.

I observed her, as I prayed to the high heavens to help me. If you’re there

God, please help me.

“Commendable,” she nodded her head. “But I’m afraid you might find the job here as not appropriate for your level of expertise. There are many companies out there needing your skills.”

Please, please, please.

“That’s true, but they want experienced accountants and I’m still gaining experience,” I retorted, not wanting to debase myself by kneeling, but if worst comes to worst, I had to plead.

“Hmm,” she ogled me, trying to make up her mind. I held my breath in anticipation.

After a full minute, she stood up. “Okay, let’s have a one-month trial period. Don’t hesitate to inform me at least a week before, if you get bored and decide to stop working.”

I stood up happily and thanked her profusely.

“Oh, by the way, you can start now,” she shook my hands. “I’m Olga Walker, welcome to Sophie’s Cafe, Mr. Anthis.”

I did a double turn and stared at her retreating. Sophie’s cafe? Why did it sound sinister?

“You can call me Al,” I said loudly so she could hear.

Customers came in droves that afternoon as soon as I put on my new uniform. I admired myself in the mirror; my gelled black hair, and unique looks made me stand out more in my cashier’s uniform. The slogan of the cafe was “Service with a smile” so, I had to put on my charming smile and maintain that throughout the afternoon.

It was easier than I thought, punching those numbers and counting the money or keying in those credit cards. My feet were sore though because I had to remain standing the whole afternoon.

Finally, it was closing time and the cafe was empty of customers. Only the crew was left cleaning up and preparing for the next day.

I sat down with a heavy sigh and rolled my head around my neck. My name and feet were numb, but I was thankful I had a job that would provide for me until I found my proper niche.

“Good work, Al. See you tomorrow.” Olga called out.

I changed and went out into the cool, fresh air of the evening. It felt good to be working again. But I missed Katy’s yelling voice whenever she called for me and . . . my cock throbbed in remembrance of the sensual pleasures Katy’s mouth provided. And Sophie! Those tits are delicacies that were supposed to be licked and caressed. My body yearned for those touches.

I had to masturbate again when I arrived home. The KY jelly was nearly emptied. I faced upside down as I rammed the pillow into my mouth and fondled and massaged my dick, recalling how Katy rendered the most fulfilling blow job I had ever had.

I woke up the following morning with a start. I realized I had work to do.

I arrived at the cafe just in time for the first customer of the day. “Al, do you have time after work?” Olga wanted to know.

The radar of my intuition shifted to red alert. Another ‘overtime job’?

With Olga? A feeling of apprehension overcame me. I was not belittling her but she was twice as old as I was as old as my mom!

I eyed her round, plump face, and stout figure. God forbid!

Olga snapped her fingers before my face and I shook my head from my train of thoughts. I had to accept the extra work if I didn’t want to find another job again.

“Yes, I have time,” I murmured.

“That’s good. I’ll see you here, after work then.”

I was on edge all day, fearful of what the evening may bring. I couldn’t imagine myself touching Olga’s fat body, no matter how hard I tried. Why did I agree? I balled my hands into fists in desperation.

Work finally ended and I fidgeted in my seat as I waited for Olga. “There you are,” she greeted me jovially. “This way, please.”

I followed her into a dimly lit, spacious room that had a big, flat-screen and a large luxurious bed. Oh God! No, my mind protested vehemently. I would if my rod cooperated, but my penis lay deflated – like a dead fish -under my slacks.

I hesitated in the doorway and was about to turn back when a familiar voice came from the corner of the room, “And where are you going, Mr.

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I stopped in mid-step and spun around. Olga left the room quietly. “Yes, it’s me, Sophie,” her beautiful face came out from the shadows. I gasped and stared back at her, relieved, yet afraid.

“I didn’t approve of Katy’s actions. It was too drastic,” she approached me unhurriedly.

I remained silent but alert.

“The mistake was most probably because we let you stay up all night,” she stated, touching my arm.

Goosebumps sprouted all over my body and my previously flaccid dick started to enlarge.

“Katy and I talked it over and we decided to rehire you.”

My ears perked up and I was elated. “No kidding?” I asked, confirming her statement.

“Yes, of course.”

“But how did you find me?” I asked, incredulous at how my luck turned out to be.

“I own this joint too, haven’t you noticed the name?” she replied, grinning broadly. “When I saw your resume’, I couldn’t believe my luck, but here you are.”

So, my intuition was right after all. I flopped on the nearest sofa beside me and heaved a sigh of relief. “Well, Katy had the right to get mad, but she should have not fired me on the spot,” I offered my explanation.

“Rectify your error and then let’s proceed from there,” she suggested. “Are you willing to do that?” she sat down next to me and deliberately brushed her voluptuous breasts against my arms. She had a see-through, thin dress and nothing underneath it.