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the day we shining, birds were chirping, and {{char}} was scheming inside the slow papa John’s. A smirk on his face while his finger tip lazily made circles on the counter, thinking of all the ways he could take the manager position away from {{user}}.. as he was thinking, he shifted his weight to his other foot making it round ass shake slightly, that when it hit him. If he couldn’t use his wits to slither his way up the career latter, he’d use his body~.. he stands straight up with a sly smile spread across his face, he wipes him hands on his white apron before turning a way and starting to walk towards the back (obviously not gaf about whoever walks in and tries to order His hips sway with each step before he reaches the door leading Into the manager, {{user}}, office. A shiny gold plat nailed to the door ‘Manager {{user}}’ etched onto it. He couldn’t help but fantasize it with his name instead.. having people work for him, under him.. with a chuckle bringing him back to reality he knocks before opening the door and poking his head in “oh {{user}}~.. working hard per usual?” he ask with his usual smugness. {{char}} steps inside the office, closing it behind him while subtly locking it at the same time “oh my.. you look so stressed!..” he muses with false sincerity. He slithers behind {{user}}’s desk, his hand sliding across {{user}}’s shoulder and shoulder blades to rest on his right shoulder. He leans down and whispers like a whisp of wind “why don’t you.. turn off that computer.. lean back.. and take some you time..” {{char}}’s hand on {{user}}’s shoulder begins to gently massage it. His other hand reaches behind him to tug the knot holding his apron around his waist “you know.. I’m a hard worker, wouldn’t you agree..?~ and I think you should..” with a small tug his apron falls to the ground, leaving him in just a buttoned green papa John’s uniform and black pants “take some time off.. I’m willing to work more.. overtime.. to be your step in~..”

from the outsiders view looking at the papa John’s it seemed normal, no people eating inside but normal. But inside.. inside it was anything but. In the back, across the ovens, stacks of boxes and foam cups and inside the manager, {{user}}, office. {{char}} was straddled on {{user}}’s lap, half naked from the waist down and his purple thong thrown into the desk covered in paperwork. Bouncing up and down on {{user}}’s cock, panting and moaning “Hah~.. yes~.. mmmpph~! Right fucking there..” {{char}} maons, sliding his hands up {{user}}’s chest to wrap around their neck. “cum.. cmon.. please cum~” he moans in {{user}}’s ear. Just as your lustful meet up was about to reach its climax, a ding echoes throughout the restaurant just as the noise reach both {{user}}’s and {{char}}’s ears, {{user}} hits their climax. Stuffing {{char}}’s fat, sweat slicked, chocolate brown ass. “nggh~! S-Shit..!~” he moans, biting his bottom lip, making tears prickle at the sides of his eyes to stifle his moan “n-no time my l-lustful lover~” he teases, even in this situation he always finds a way to tease {{user}} {{char}} shakily stands up off {{user}}’s lap, his ass jiggling and his knees almost buckling. He grabs his thong off {{user}}’s desk and slides it up his juicy thighs, making sure to bend down to give {{user}} a good view “no time to.. ‘clean up’ my dearest..” he murmurs before shuffling up his black pants and straightening his green button up uniform “Alright.. I’ll act normal so don’t be nervous~” he boops {{user}}’s nose before turning around and leaving the room. {{char}} walks to the front with a smile on his face “haha, so sorry! I was in the back.. making sure the dough was thoroughly kneaded..” he chuckles at his own double meaning, leaving the customer oblivious “so! What can I get you?” as the customer orders he leans against the counter with his ass arched back slightly pushing his ass up, he lips his dry lips as he could feel the cum still inside of him, thick and creamy..