... If I didn't have rent to pay.

Skipping your shift to stay here with Esme is enticing... but so is not getting evicted.

"Duty calls... See you tomorrow?" You say

Esmeralda hold on to your hand, "Why don't you stay here tonight?".

The thought alone sends a shiver up your spine.

Is it fear? Or anticipation?

"Maybe another time? I've been avoiding Sarah since this morning... I need to talk to her. Face to face."

She pouts playfully "...fine. I get it." She pulls you in for one last kiss.

"Seeya tomorrow, sweetie."

Your walk to the cafe is a restless one. It's the first time since forever that you don't smoke a cig while getting there.

Your fucked up throat itches just thinking about it.

So you pop another honey pill.

They should advertise sucking cock as a way to quit, it's working wonders for me.

When it doesn't almost kill me.

You enter the cafeteria from the alley backdoor and go get changed.

Ashley is already inside, cleaning the counter.

"Hey Ashley"

"Hey, Liam." She waves at you while restocking the napkins around the empty room.

She stops, straightens her back and makes a beeline to you.

"Holy shit. Did Sarah did this?" She looks at you with motherly worry.

"What?"

Oh... right.

The bitten lip, the scratches...

Almost forgot about 'em.

"This? No. Not Sarah. It's nothing, don't worry about it." You take a pile of napkins from her hand.

She grips your wrist, stopping you from walking away.

"Oh, so this is your mysterious girlfriend. This isn't right, Liam." She says with a stern look.

"Ugh...look, it wasn't her either. This was just a one time thing. A consensual one. But thanks for worrying so much about me, Mommy Ashley..." You say the last bit with a sly grin.

Ashley squints, a puzzled expression curling one angle of her full lips.

"You're shitting me... Another one?"

"Mhm..." You mutter, finishing your preparations and walking behind the counter.

"Oh, don't "mhm" me, mister. You just earned an honorary 'skanky hoe friend' badge. So now I want all the deets." She smiles mischieviously, following you.

"You are unbelievable sometimes..." You shake your head, stifling a laugh.

"Don't laugh! It's a serious responsability. Some of us-" She clears her throat,"-haven't seen a decent dick in months. It's on you to keep the less fortunate from going insane. Tradition suggest doing so in front of fruity cocktails while smoking menthols... But I'm not a stickler."

Ashley leans on the counter, chin resting on her hand.

"Alright, alright... you're such a gossip." You grin, looking out to make sure no customers are coming in.

You spill the beans, omitting the daddy issues part, of course.

By the end of it Ashley is wide eyed in disbelief.

"Dude... She's a walking red flag..."

"You don't say..."

"And you just... let her go wild because you felt bad? Is that why it sounds like you had gravel for lunch?"

"That's another story... Thanks again for the pills and pomade though. Saved my life."

She shakes her head,"Mphf... You're welcome... Let me guess, you walked out of that and onto your girlfriend's cock?"

You perk your head up and straighten your apron, the untold signal for customers coming, all hands on deck, as Ashley switches to her polite service smile.

Thank you, random bunch of posh InstaPound addicts. I may even write your name right, this time.

You man the counter while Ashley tends to the tables. It's a slow evening; and it drags uneventful until closing time.

"So... You plan on finishing your story or do I need to use my imagination?" She asks, bending down to wipe a table.

"Hm?" You mutter, sweeping the floor.

Still bent, she turns towards you and brings a closed fist at her mouth, mimicking a blowjob.

Still the best ass around town...

Sorry Esme.

"Ah! You did it again." She grins.

"Did what?" You ask, feigning ignorance.

"You just checked my ass out. Plain as day... But you're in luck, I won't give you any shit. IF you finish your story, of course." She stands straight and rests her hands on her wide hips.

"That's called entrapment, and it's illegal, Ashley. But fine..." you yield."You've seen her... tool..."

"Yep. Big ol' cherry popper..."

"We were fooling around, and it got stuck. Moments before the, you know, grand finale."

She reels back, winching; "Thats tough..."

"That's it, really. I may have fainted, I'm not sure." You lie through your teeth.

"You gotta take this things slow, dummy." She scolds you with a smile. "Much to learn you have, young padawang."

"Happy now?"

"Quite... all the butt-gawking is forgiven." She yawns, stretching her arms, the motion squeezing her jugs against her thin black stiped shirt. "Fuck, my back is killing me..."

"I can finish on my own. Go catch some zees, Ash."

"Mhmm...You're a saint. Good night Liam." She shambles towards the backroom.

"'Night..."

You groggily spend the next quarter closing down and eventually head in the back, leaving the keys on the counter for the manager, still upstairs.

You change out of your service attire and go wash your face.

Opening the door, you freeze as you see Ashley, legs splayed, fingering herself while looking at her phone.

Ugh, not again...

The two of you lock equally shocked eyes for a moment.

You step back and clumsily close the door.

"Shit...I- I thought you were gone..."

Silence.

"I'm going out. Sorry again for barging in like that."

"...Wait!" The tone of her muffled voice stops you on on tracks.

Not you too, Ash.

Please.

"Are you still there?"

"...Yeah."

The door opens, Ashley is still sitting on the toilet, legs still wide open, her hand covering her grace.

"Can you to help a sister out?"

You massage your temples, averting your gaze and screaming internally.

"Ash.. tell me this is a joke." You reply.

"I need something between my legs that isn't made of rubber. Just this one time. Don't make me seduce you, I'm too tired for that." She says flatly, like she's asking you to help her change a tire.

You take a deep breath.

Damn...

Why can't I bring myself to just say no?

NO.

See? It's not that hard.

Say it and go home.

"... Sure." You groan.

Oh, Come on!

" Let's just get this over with." You mumble, kneeling in front of her.

"Wow! Such enthusiasm, I'm flattered, really."

"I've never even done this before. What do you want me to do?"

"Seriously? Never? Oh, boy..."

She uncovers her crotch, using two fingers to spread open the labia of her alcove, crowned by a wild bush of ginger pubes.

"See that pink button up top? Punch it like it just insulted your mama, but with your tongue."

You stifle a laugh.

"Things are gonna be normal after this, right? Between us, I mean."

"Pfft, yeah. I ask all my friends to lick my pussy in a crammed bathroom..."

"I'm serious."

"Dude. If you don't feel like it I can finish on my own, like always..."

"I just don't want things to change, Ash."

"Geeze... I'm not proposing right now, Liam. Don't read too much into it. My arm was getting tired... I'm lazy like that."

"This is so weird..." You mutter, diving between her legs, gingerly prodding her pussy with the tip of your tongue.

She pulls your head closer. "Sorry for the wild bush. I didn't expect visitors, down there."

It does tickle your nose a bit, but right now you just want to get home, so you push yourself to get on with it, lapping more confidently.

"Yeah, just like that..." She groans;

The bittersweet taste of her humors catches your tongue.

"God, it's been too long... you're not half bad for a newbie, you know?"

...thanks?

The wet sound of you eating her out fills the crammed room, along with her relieved breaths.

Ashley grabs your hand and slides it under her shirt, guiding it up her soft belly and on her sweaty breast,

"... There; can you play with the nipple? It's not the same if I do it."

You do as she asks, flicking and pinching the turgid stud under your digits.

This is so awkard...

...but nice, nonetheless.

"Mhhm... Nice... Mama likes it..."

Sooo awkard...

Ashley is panting now, her legs grow restless, trembling, as she squeezes your head between her thick thighs.

"That's it... I'm- aAanh-... Just so you kno-Oh-... I'm a-Ngh-..."

Warm humours splash on your face as her climax runs its course, shaking her body with waves of bliss.

"Mmmh... Thanks buddy... I really, REALLY needed that..."

You climb back on your feet;

"Well, I did came in here to wash my face so... All good?" You say, patting your cheeks with a paper towel.

She snorts a laugh, "Sorry about that."

"Its all right..." You mumble while getting out of the door.

"Next time's on me, though." She says gleefully while pulling up her pants.

"Next time?"

"If you're into it, obviously. Into... me, I mean."she adds quickly.

You exhale slowly, shaking your head.

"Gee, sorry for offering to blow your pecker mister..." She says, looking offended.

"No no, it's... I like you! Obviously. It's just that right now I... I need you as a friend. There's too much drama in my life already."

"Yeah, I imagine..." She walks to her locker; "Well, I'm here for you... regardless of whether or not we fool around."

"It was nice though..." You muse;

She snorts, "Yeah, sure. My sweaty, hairy pussy squirting on your face... The faint but everpresent smell of detergent and piss... truly a once in a lifetime experience."

"No, really. I enjoyed it. Maybe..."

A mischievious grin makes its way across her full lips; " Aha! Just a taste, and you can't wait to get more of this bomb pussy!" she exclaims triumphant, holding her crotch.

"Gods, you are hopeless..." You laugh.

"Laugh all you want, next time I'm the one kneeling; you've seen mine, It's only fair I get to see yours. Tit for tat, remember?"

"I will disappoint you so hard."

"We'll see..."

You get changed and head out, feeling all the weight of the day's events on your mind.

You enter your flat and all is quiet.

The flickering light of the TV casts intermitting shadows in the dim room.

Sarah is on the couch.

Right...

Still have THAT mess to sort out...