He is overtired and overwhelmed.

Despite the fact that I went to bed by 8pm, 6:30am still comes way too fast. I wake up feeling like I only got half the sleep I need. I shower, get ready, and wait for Krys to pick me up.

She's not much of a morning person either, so we don't talk much on the way to work. We hold hands on the way in. When we reach the point where she needs to head towards the restaurant, I try to stop and let go. She holds my hand tightly and jerks me forward.

“What are you doing?” she asks.

“I was going to go to the maintenance shed to get my tools.”

Krys smiles at me. “You dumbass! This is your first day on the wait staff with me, remember?”

“Oh. Right! Yeah.” Cool, dating the boss's daughter has some benefits! Wait staff get better pay, and like the valets, they get some of the best tips.

Since this is my first day, one of the managers goes through a bunch of training stuff with me. He sticks pretty close, standing next to me as he shows me how to fold the cloth napkins. Krys passes behind us with a tray, but she has one hand free to grab my ass. I let out a little yelp when I feel her squeeze my cheek, but she's gone by the time the manager turns around, so I just say I bit my tongue. The next time she grabs my butt I manage not to make any noise. Since the manager is on me all morning for training, she has about six more chances to grab my ass and embarrass me before lunch. At least it helps me stay awake.

I do a decent job at lunch, although I'm a little slow. Everyone else has had two weeks of practice at this job, some a lot more if they've worked here in past summers. My tips aren't great, but it's better than the zero tips I make on maintenance. I notice a couple of the old guys reach out and grab Krys's ass as she goes by, but she just smiles and giggles. When I ask her about it later, she tells me not to worry about it because those guys tip with fifty dollar bills.

When lunch break finally comes, I'm exhausted and starving.

Krys grabs my hand and starts pulling me away. “Come on, lets go have some fun!”

“I don't know Krys. I'm really hungry, and the break is only fifteen minutes.”

She laughs. “Dumbass, the break is as long as I want it to be! Do you think anyone's going to say shit to my dad about me? Grab that towel.”

I snatch a towel as she pulls me out of the restaurant and I let her lead me to the employee bathroom. We lock the door behind us. It's a single bathroom, so it has a bit of room. She leans back against a wall and shimmies out of her shorts and panties, but leaves her shoes on. Fuck, she really is shaved like Thad said. Not shaved bare, just trimmed down to a thin, fuzzy triangle that points at her wet pussy.

“What's the towel for?” I ask.

“For your knees, obviously!” She looks at me with those sexy eyes. When she narrows her eyes just right and smiles at me knowingly, my brain melts. She smiles wider as she sees the effect she has on me and she says, “Are you waiting for an instruction manual?”

I fold the towel and lay it on the ground in front of her. I kneel down on it, then move my head forward. Damn, her pussy even smells better than last time. I lick her pussy and then I have to stop because I'm shaking a little.

“What's wrong?” asks Krys.

“I'm just so horny,” I answer. “You're so hot, I'm so fucking horny for you!”

She places her hands against my cheeks and holds me still as she smiles down at me. “Of course you are, white boy. Your little white boy brain wasn't built to handle a hot Asian pussy like mine. But you want it. I know you want my warm, juicy wet pussy. Just stop thinking about it and get your tongue in there.”

It's like my brain shuts off and I just need to get my tongue deep in her pussy. I stick it in as deep as I can, no thought whatsoever about technique, and just lick like crazy. I seal my lips around her clitoral hood and suck hard. I look up and stare into her eyes as I go nuts on her wet twat. I keep at it for a couple of minutes, just nervous energy and no style.

“Good, white boy,” coos Krys. “You're such a good little pussy licker! I love it! Keep going! Yes! Lick the clit! I'm going to make your face so wet and shiny! Yes!”

She gushes on my face. I'm breathing so hard, I might be hyperventilating. I'm still exhausted, and I'm feeling wobbly even in a kneeling position.

Krys closes her eyes and licks her thick lips. She takes a long, deep breath. Then she holds my chin, bends over, and kisses me.

“That was really great. Now, clean yourself up and we'll grab some lunch.”

“Wait,” I say, “aren't you going to... you know, return the favor?”

The look she gives me makes me feel like I just asked if I could run over her dog. “What? I just took care of you last night! Don't be greedy, shithole. Now come on, I'm hungry.”

I get up, feeling really unsteady on my feet. My cock is painfully hard in my pants. This isn't right. We should be joking around, trading playful insults. Right now, she's insulting me, but it doesn't feel like I should be insulting her back.

Once we're back at the break room, our manager comes in and hands us our paychecks for the first two weeks. I'm pretty happy with mine. Between the tips I made today and just one day at the better paid position, I've got a fair amount more money than I expected to have.

Krys finishes looking at her check, then puts her arms around my neck and says, “I'm so fucking ready for the weekend! What are we doing tomorrow?”