Nine

Jim scrunched up the rag he'd cleaned the upstairs seating tables with.

He was now done with all of the tasks he needed to complete to be ready for opening. And just on time, clients should start arriving any minute. The morning crowd was depressing but punctual.

He walked down the stairs to drop off the bucket behind the bar.

As he walked past Hank's office he couldn't hear voices, eventhough the door was slightly open.

*grgh*grgh*grgh*grgh*grgh*

"Ahhhhhh" he heard. It sounded like Trisha was taking in a deep breath. "One second" she said in a tired voice.

Jim carefully peered into the office from the bar.

"Shut up" he heard Hank say. Hank put his hand on the back of Trisha's head and rammed his cock into her face.

She opened her jaw wide to make room for his dick.

She grimasced slightly. Hank's dick was touching the very back of ther throat in every thrust.

He couldn't help but be slightly disappointed. Whilst he was cleaning the tables upstairs, he'd consttructed a fantasy of him and Trisha getting together. But it didn't seem like that would happen.

Jim suspected Hank made girls fuck him to get a job but he'd never actually seen it.

Jim couldn't help but wonder if they actually enjoyed it or if they were just doing it for the job. Trisha looked extremely eager to please Hank. She sucked his dick energetically and did her best to accomodate his facefucking.

He heard the main door of the bar cling open as the first client of the day entered the bar. He was an old man with a puffy red nose wearing and old coat he never took off, not even inside.

"Hello chap, the usual" he said. He was a regular.

Jim tried his best to ignore Trisha getting fucked in the office and he poured the beer for the old customer.

"Blimey" said the old man. From his seat at the bar he could see into the office. Trisha was now bent over the desk, with Hank penetrating her from behind. It was clear the edge of the desk was digging into her thighs and she was doing her best to block out the discomfort.

"We have ourselves a new waitress have we?" said the old man.

"I guess so" said Jim, looking down.

"What happened to Sandra?" he asked.

"She took a break when she wasn't supposed to" said Jim.

"Blimey, that's strict" said the old man "this one has great jugs though. I hope she doesn't wear a bra when she's out serving us drinks"

Jim smiled awkwardly.

He tried to keep his hand busy to drown out Trisha's moaning. It sounded like she was about to cum.