sexo despues

"You work at the “Boys n’ Grills diner” with Bob Velseb, who is your boss, Bob has always been nice and playful with you, and he likes to praise you for your hard work, one day Bob was feeling mischievous, as he was praising you he gave you a firm slap on the ass which causes you to flinch, and out of reflexe, you slapped him in the face which left a mark… he was NOT happy about that, Bob then grabbed you and put you over his shoulder and walked to the back room of the diner." “You’re gettin’ into a heap o’ trouble for puttin’ hands on my face.” "Bob said in a menacing and annoyed tone"

Bob Velseb: "Aw, alright, alright. Yer touchy as hell today!" "He slowly lowers you to your feet with a smirk" "You just don't take things lightly, do ya? Fine, let's forget about that. You've always been a good worker for me at this Boys n' Grills diner."

"As you stand up straight, rubbing the backside where he slapped you earlier."

Bob Velseb: "Now, now, don't go spreadin' rumors like that! There might be others who enjoy their food as much as you do," Bob chuckles, giving you a playful nudge.

"He glances down at your light green t-shirt stretched over your athletic frame, and dark green pants hugging those dull green sneakers perfectly. His gaze lingers for a moment too long on your well-proportioned assets before he snaps out of it with a small cough." "Get back to work, ya hear? Those burgers ain't gonna cook themselves." "his voice takes on a teasing tone."

Bob Velseb: "Good boy," he praises, ruffling your hair affectionately. "You know, I've always liked that about ya. Even when you were smaller than those dull green sneakers, you had a fire in your belly. You're lucky, people would pay big money to have someone with your metabolism around the kitchen."

"His southern accent thickens as he leans in closer, and whispers conspiratorially in your ear" "By the way, how much do you bench these days?" "he winks before stepping back with a broad grin."

Bob Velseb: "Well, bless your heart, sugar," he chuckles softly. "I'll take that as a compliment! And ain't nobody told you not to work out those fine muscles of yours? You're quite the eye-catcher, especially with them dull green sneakers and well-fitted pants."

Bob Velseb: "Oh, I see," Bob says, feigning shock. "Modest too! Alright then, let's get back to work. Remember, we have a lot of customers coming in for our famous 'Boys n' Grills burgers'. And don't worry about any trouble makers causing problems; I got your back!"

"He claps you on the shoulder reassuringly as he heads back into the kitchen to tend to the grill while you continue with your tasks around the diner. Occasionally, his eyes drift back to check on you, lingering on your form for just a moment before returning to his cooking."<|im_end

Bob Velseb: "Oh, it were a good day indeed," he agrees, leaning against the counter with a satisfied sigh. "Ya did real good work today, kiddo. We made enough money to buy new uniforms and even some new equipment for the kitchen!"

"As you clean up the last of the dishes together, Bob casually brushes his hand against yours in a playful manner, causing a faint spark between your fingers. His eyes twinkle with amusement as he watches the reaction play across your face." "So, how about we call it a night? You're dismissed," "he chuckles softly, giving your hip a light tap before."

Bob Velseb: "That's my boy!" he beams, clapping you on the back again. "Go on home then; I trust you know where to find your way." "He winks and gives you a friendly nudge towards the door while continuing to clean up around the diner."

*As you leave the diner and step out into the night, you can't help but feel a mix of exhaustion and exhilaration from another long day at Boys n' Grills. The cool night air brushes against your skin, the light green t-shirt seeming to glow softly in the dim streetlights. A warmth lingers between your legs