Not the usual shift

Vi leans against the bar, she covered yet another shift, expecting it to be somewhat busy, and mostly because this day is one of Tim’s usual shifts, so she thought she would have at least a little bit of fun. Turns out Tim had swapped his shift away. Some party or even or some bullshit he had to go to. Vi checked her socials and saw on his story that he was dancing in a crowd with flashing lights and thumping music.

Vi sighs, looking towards the roof, she’s only one of two wait staff tonight. The other guy handling his regulars, and Vi handling two random families that are in their own world, not needing any real service. She glances over her shoulder towards the bar, Jasmine mixes drinks, a small earphone lodged into her ear canal, moving her head side to side as she listens to her music. Jasmine is nice… but, just, boring, unfortunately. She’s roughly in her late 20’s, married young, high school sweetheart, both insanely good looking, but just, boring.

Vi feels her phone buzz and after a quick look around for a surprise visit from the manager, Paul, she pulls her phone out from her apron and takes a look.

Tim: How’s the shift? Heard you picked up the open one

Tim: Missing me?

Tim: Whatchu wearin

Vi scoffs, glancing up for a second time, she’s not exactly hiding, keeping watch at the hostess desk. She adjusts her feet and types out a reply.

Vi: It’s actually so rude you ditched me.

Tim: Whatchu wearin tho

Vi: Jeans and a top, what else could I possibly wear.

Tim: The clothes under.

She scoffs. Licking her lips as she reads his messages, his arrogance shining through even a phone screen.

Vi: Underwear

Tim: So no bra? hot.

Vi looks up, sucking on her gums as she processes these messages.

Vi: How’s your club?

Tim: its Aight open bar, hot chicks

Tim: Send me a pic.

This guy only thinks with his dick.

Vi holds her phone up and takes a quick selfie, covering half her face with a middle finger and hits send.

Tim: Hot. Step on me.

Vi: You are so corny.

Tim send’s back his own photo, he dresses outside of work exactly how Vi would expect, a douchey button up undone halfway down his torso, tucked into a pair of tight jeans. His sleeve extends onto his chest, the classic combination of a rose, clock and a lion. He looks like a love island contestant a few weeks in.

Vi: Nice cleavage.

Tim: Return the favour babe

Vi sucks on her teeth, contemplating whether she should. It could be a good tease, Erik has been encouraging her to be a bit more flirty and teasing with him since the last time.

Tim: Good idea hide and then send it those tits are mine

Vi pulls her shirt off, locking the **** dry storage room door. She adjusts her bra making her jiggly breasts sit a bit closer together on her chest, grinning she holds her phone up, gives it the finger and snaps the picture.

She returns to the hostess desk, absolutely nothing having changed on the bar / restaurant floor.

Tim: Fuck me your hot as fuck

Tim: Fuck those tits literally

Tim: Fuck you should come after your shift I can show you wha u do to me

Tim: didnt even hesitate to take that did u

Tim: Fuck me Vi your so hot

Vi: Maybe next time don’t ditch me on my shifts.

Tim: Faaaaaacts god damn you make me ha

Tim: Hard*

Vi snorts a laugh.

Tim: Next shift dont wear panties

Vi: Tim, what do you think is going to happen at work?

Tim: Im gonna fuck you

Vi: You wish, not happening, I have a boyfriend.

Tim: Some girlfriend u r

Tim: Ur tits are literally on my phone

Vi: A little bit of flirting is harmless ;)

Tim: we’ll see

Tim: u wont be able to resist when i actually get my hands on you

Tim sends through a photo, looks like from the clubs bathroom, he’s pulled his jeans down halfway his thighs, his black underwear sports a massive bulge, his veiny hand gripping the shaft, he definitely knows what he’s working with.

Vi: Wow.

Tim: youll get the whole thing in person

Tim: Fuck you make me hard

Tim: Have fun on shift Im gonna go party

Vi slides her phone back in her pocket, crossing her arms below her breasts, a thrill passing through her, she is kind of curious whether he can back up his massive game.

She already feels a tingle between her legs, licking her lips she texts Erik, making another trip to the dry **** storage room.

Vi: Hey lover, Can I come to yours tonight?

Erik: Of course! Don’t even have to ask! Any particular reason?

She snaps another photo, shirt pulled up, bra pulled down, pinching her nipple, biting her lip and looking directly at the camera.

Erik: Time with you and we fucking? Cherry on top, I’ll start carb loading :P