Mick and Gemma

You realize that the voice you hear from the staff lounge is Mick's, as in, the Mick that owns Mick's. The words he's saying are hard to make out from this distance, but the only other guy here whose voice is that deep is Ray's, and you just saw the head cook before you came down into the basement, so it couldn't possibly be him.

That's weird, you think. I didn't see Mick come in. If you had, you probably would have been working a bit harder. On top of that, what the fuck is the owner of the restaurant doing in the grimy-ass basement in the garbage heap that is the staff lounge? You knew he was kind of a sleaze, but you didn't think he would waste his time hanging out in a place that shitty.

You approach the doorway into the staff lounge and glance inside. The couch is facing away from the door, so Mick won't see you right away.

Unfortunately.

You nearly yell when you see what Mick is doing in the lounge. He's slouching on the couch with his pants down between his legs, and Gemma is on her knees with his dick in her mouth. Mick's hand is in his employee's graying hair, keeping a firm grip on her head.

You press yourself against the doorway, making sure they can't see you. Holy shit, you think to yourself.