Let Him In

For a few seconds you watch the donkey. He backs up fro me the window a step as if to let you see him, which to be honest, you really can’t. It’s dark out, and the light from inside the diner makes him into a silhouette. You can only guess that he’s a donkey, but your pretty good at guessing fur silhouettes. With a sigh you shuffle the keys in your paws, and walk back to the door, holding it open for the customer.

The door does its ‘ring’ as you swing it open. “Did you, are you closed?” He asks almost dumbfounded. “Yeah, sorry.” You bite your bottom lip.

“Shit…. You don’t close at 10:30?!…. fuck.” He mutters.

“No, we’ll open tomorrow at 6.” You begin to close the door.

“Damn, is there anything you can do for me? It’s been a shitty day and I need a real break right now.” He’s looking at you, hoping for something.

With a deep sigh you look away from the donkey, and feel a tug of sympathy for him. “Alright, come in.” You move aside to make way for him. The Dinkey takes a few steps into the diner before stopping, letting walk ahead of him. “I don’t know what we’ve got left, but I can’t make anything fried or baked right now.” You say, rounding the counter. He come up to the luncheonette. “Naw, just a sandwich would be fine.” He says sitting down.

The Donkey sighs in the chair, while you slip into the kitchen. “Hey!” He calls almost as soon as you leave, “Mind if I take a slice of cake?”

“Take one!” you call back.

Hearing you yell, Ozzy steps outta his office. “Hey, who’re you talking to?!” He gets up in your face.

“Just a customer.”

“It’s past closing kid, send ‘I’m packing.”

“I was gonna serve him, nothing special, just a sandwich.”

Ozzy gives you a wicked evil eye. “Fuck off, I’m leaving.” He fishes his pocket for the master key and hands it to you. “Don’t screw up closing.” Ozzy turns on his heels and walks out the back door.

Some minutes later you return to the counter with a sandwich plate. “Here you go, hope you like it.” The donkey nods, “Thanks kid.”

With nothing better to do, you try to look busy on your side of the counter. There isn’t much to do. The Donkey eventually notices. “Pull up a chair, have the last cake.” He gestures the the spot next to him.

You do, and for a few minutes you both talk. The Donkey is actually a mule, a horse and donkey mix. He’s a nice guy, a little gruff, a little slow, but nice enough. Despite this though, he eagerly steers the conversation towards sex.

“So, you’re young, have you had any pussy yet?” He blunts at you. “Y-yeah, I mean….