Jan. Week 3: A Long Weekend-Monday...Lunch with Jonathan: [Cocksucker]"Meatballs" Leah Swallows [Luck: -25, Suspicion: +5]

“Mhmmmmm hell….I think...aghgh...I read some reviews from UGHG here.….aghghgh that their meatballs were extra...aghghghghgh JUICEY!!!” He huffed and puffed and his words soon turned into an unintelligible groan as he began to cum. Leah was prepared, and she wrapped her lips tighter around his cock as she sucked quickly; she couldn’t afford to have a mess. Not in a public place and not with Jonathan just waiting in the restaurant.

She thought she almost felt him try to tug away from her mouth. He would have probably laughed if he had given her a porno-style finish in this local restaurant. Leah wrapped her mouth around his cock's head and she stroked his cum into her mouth. Leah swallowed and sucked, and sucked and swallowed.

It all happened so quickly she barely heard the stifled wails of excitement from Mr. Howard as he came in her soft wet mouth. Leah’s tongue dragged along the underside, milking every last drop out of sheer stubborn spite, and then she pulled off and looked up at him. The tepid goo in her mouth still lingered.

“You are such an asshole.” she said in weak defiance as she moved to her feet and fixed her top. Mr. Howard had fixed his pants as Leah looked at herself in the mirror. There would be no mess--but the guilt on her face and the prolonged time in the restroom might cause some suspicion.

“That’s no way to talk to your boss Miss Williams, but I understand the frustration. I hope you enjoy the rest of your three day weekend. See you at work.” He smiled as he pulled the bathroom door open quietly and slipped out. He didn’t want to be seen with Leah exiting immediately behind him as that would create all kinds of questions for him. Leah didn’t say anything to him and was just glad he was gone. She locked the door and just took a long moment to look at herself in the mirror. She turned away and forced herself to breathe, then unlocked the door and slipped back out.

When she reached the booth, Jonathan was hunched over the menu, brow furrowed in concentration as he studied the “shareable plates” section. He looked up as Leah slid into her seat across from him, his face lighting up in concern.

“Hey, you okay?” he asked. “You look a little… flustered.”

Leah gave him what she hoped was a dazzling, carefree smile. “Just a long line for the bathroom,” she said. “Somebody must have ordered extra wasabi or something.” He laughed, the sound pure and oblivious.

Leah’s heart seized up. For a moment, she could still feel the...juices...from Mr. Howard's Meatballs from earlier clinging to her hair and brow, could smell the odd funk of citrus and shame. She wanted to scream, to crawl under the table and die, but instead she just nodded, eyes glassy.

“Great. Sounds…amazing.”