XXVIII

XXVIII
Both of us stared at the vibrating phone, silent as ever. Watching it, I'm sure Mariana was startled and I was just speechless, I could not find strength to pick up the phone and answer it.
She shoved me with her elbow, her eyes still glued to the phone.
"Pick it up."
I shook my head, I knew if I had worded it, it was only going to sound like gibberish.
Five.
Four.
Three.
Two.
One.
The phone stopped ringing as I counted down to one in my head. My entire being sagged in relief.
"You really didn't take that call?" Her eyes had snapped back to my face, her voice sounded irritated.
I smile sheepishly at her,
"Look, I only just met him today, and I completely embarrassed myself in front of him. I'm not doing that.." my excuse was weak.
She stared at me for what felt like hours before stomping away to her room. And she didn't come out till the next morning.
Knowing Mariana she slept off while stewing in her anger, I left for my midnight shift later, I had knocked on her room door, and got no response.
Marco the owner of the midnight junk food place was sitting at the counter when I walked in. He greeted me as I walked in, which was odd because the place was usually packed, I still didn't understand the people that came out of their houses to eat by that time.
"The place isn't full today." I say casually as I tie my apron.
Marco sighed, as he did his huge frame dipped. Marco was an illegal immigrant, but everyone knew him around here, he was huge and looked intimidating, but he was a big softie.
"We have something to discuss after the shift." He told me as he passed me the rag.
My eyes questioned him, but he didn't look me in the eyes, which made me uneasy.
"Table 2 needs to be wiped down." He said and turned back to the cash register.
The people on the table were an old couple, they smiled at me apologetically, I smiled back as I wiped down on the spilled drink. My mind was glued to the talk, I dreaded to think we'll be closing down, I needed the extra fee.
I made my way to the kitchen, curiosity had the best of me, I pushed the kitchen door open hoping that Edmond, our cook. He made the best meals, and he was hot as fuck.
"I didn't think you would come find me so soon." He commented as soon as he laid his eyes on me.
I let out a flirty laugh.
"Why? You have that low confidence in yourself?" I ask while leaning casually on the door.
He turned to face me squarely, well not squarely, he was a really tall guy, not so muscly, but he was hot, and knew how to work his hands.
"Oh I have full confidence in myself. But if need be I can prove it to you." By this time there was a pool of desire in his forest green eyes.
Something about Edmond, no matter where we were, he could turn me on just by looking at me. Like he had done so many times in the past.
The first and second button of my blouse had popped loose, and I hadn't bothered to fix them, so now the top of my boobs were on full display, the blouse earned me more than a few bucks for tip. It was my lucky charm.
"Prove it." I whisper hoarsely.
In two giant steps he was in front of me, pinning me against the wall, he whispered in my ear.
"You asked for this."
His big palm connected with my skin, from his time in the kitchen it was calloused, the roughness was just the right amount, the cold air that made nipples tingle let me know that he had spilled my boobs from my bra, I gasped as his warm tongue captured the right one.
He swirled the tip of his tongue on my nipple, my hand gripped his shirt tight as I moaned. I was trapped between his body and the door, my movements were minimal, I could only move up and down.
His left hand squeezed the left breast, by this time I was a wiggly worm in his hands, my movements forced the nipple out of his mouth, and he put the left one in. Edmond has never been the one for a slow ride, he was always rough and fast.
His right hand came down to my thighs, making me whimper. And just like that, his forefinger hooked on the thong I had thrown on, he pushed it aside, plunging one thick finger in me, the gasp that came out of me was more like a cry than a moan.
His finger pumped in out of me in no rythmic pattern, he was fast paced and aggressive, like he really did want to prove something to me. My moans were getting louder than whispers.
"You don't want Marco to come find you like this.." his tone sounded smug.
I tried to search my brain for the best comeback, but at that point, I couldn't focus on a single thing.
My bare ass landed on the cold counter, his finger slipped out of me and was around my waist, he pulled me towards him and plunged into me, my eyes rolled to the back of my head as our waists met. His strokes were as fast, he wasn't the type to believe in taking it slow at all.
Before I could meet his thrusts, he pulled out, pouring his sticky cum all over the kitchen floor, as he grunted. I closed my eyes tiredly, this was one of the reasons I didn't like to have sex with him. He was great, had a good sized penis, his finger work was magical, but he came too quickly, leaving me high and dry. Once he came it was over, he never satisfied me.
"Marco is going to be here in a few minutes, let's clean up." He said while winking.
I shoot him a small smile, as I jump off the counter. Edmond and I never had anything serious going on, we only had occasionally sex, I did it because he was hot, and he didn't want anything more than sex. Unfortunately there was an itch he could not scratch.
Suddenly remembering why I actually came to visit, I turn to face him while tucking my boobs back into my bra.
"Did anything happen with Marco? Why did he want to see me after my shift?"
His hand paused as he tried to mop the floor, he sighed.
"He's closing.. someone tipped the government officials.. they will be coming here to close him, before they do that, he wants to leave, instead of getting deported."
I nod in understanding, I liked it here. But we had no choice. I briefly wondered who could have tipped them.
"You already found a new spot right?" I asked testily.
He smiled sadly,
"The guy across already offered me triple my salary.. couldn't resist.."
I nodded, nobody could blame him, I'd need to find a job myself.
"They didn't say anything about needing a waitress?" I joke.
He laughed but didn't say anything. I walk out of the kitchen anyway, Marco was in the hallway.. he looked so small, I had to hug him.
"So you lost your job and your friend with benefits?" Mariana asked me as I narrated my encounter.
I felt a tingle run down my spine to my core as I sighed wistfully, I might never get Edmond's magical fingers again. Or can I?