had the chance right then and there I would have jumped the counter and started to molest him all over the place. However, I had to keep calm. I had to make sure I didn’t look to excited in more ways than one.

“I’m doing great thanks for asking. How about yourself?” Anything. Anything to keep this little conversation going would do. I could feel the bulge in my pants starting to push out against my jeans, catching the eye of a few women in the corner table.

“I’m doing great thanks for asking, what can I do for you today?” His reply was obviously what he said to everyone yet I felt as if he knew exactly what I wanted. It was driving me crazy. I tried to look sexy, tried is the key word here but obviously he paid no attention. Maybe he doesn’t find me attractive. I would hope he did, I knew I was not bad looking.

“Give me your Grrrande quesadilla. With extra steak.” As soon as I said that he looked up at me, my lifted eyebrow and biting of my lip didn’t seem to please him but in all it seemed to gross him out… damn. I came on too strong. He totaled it up and took my money as if he didn’t want to have physical contact. GOD DAMMIT I MESSED IT ALL UP. It was now clear he didn’t like being chased but being the chaser. I was pissed. I got my food and hurried out. I wanted to punch something, or fuck it raw. I didn’t want to call Emil; he was probably still tired from the afternoon.

Working was hard; I finished very early in order to rush home to see if I could rip the shit out of Emil some more…or maybe I was the one who needed to feel the pain. I thought about how it must have felt to have my ass ripped up and it turned me on… I wanted to be abused because I had been bad. I dialed Emil who sounded a bit hesitant about having sex. When I told him I wanted him to top me as hard and rough as he could he literally hung up and was at my house in less than 15 minutes. I opened the door and he jumped on me, kissing me, touching me, forcing me onto my bed. He had a look in his eyes that didn’t seem to be soft little Emil. I didn’t like this side of him, I liked him looking innocent and being my bitch. As he rolled me over to the other side, He was bracing himself on my hips. He fucked me but it was not hard, not good, possibly the worse bottom experience I had ever felt. I didn’t moan. I couldn’t fake it. I just turned over and caught him off guard and started to suck him. He closed his eyes and let his head fall back. As I looked up again I didn’t see Emil, it was Hector!! I got excited and began sucking much more sensual and more enticing. He put his hand on my head pushing me lower, making me somewhat gag on his cock. He bit his little lip ring and laughed a little.