Leave Him Wanting More

You lean forward, and give Jason a peck on the cheek only for him to try and turn into it,make it a full kiss. You chuckle softly, and step back, enjoying the way he looks at you, **** and needy.

"Clean yourself up Jay. You're an embarrassment." Jason's blush and humiliated head drop are so delicious you almost reconsider, but no. Better if he comes to you, begs to be your pretty little bitch. "I have an apartment just off campus. The building is on Coper and Northridge, Number twenty-five on the second floor." You tell him, slipping the BCR into your pocket and zipping up your pocket. "When you're done with your shift, we can....talk more." You wink at him and he shoves his chin out defiantly, the effect ruined somewhat by the fact that he's climbing down from the counter stained with cum.

"You can't....this isn't real. This is a dream. This isn't real." He insists. "I'm not a fucking faggot. You **** me or something."

You shrug. "Don't show up if you don't want to Jay....but I think you want to. I think you're tired of being a minimum wage ****, I think you're exhausted and washed up....and the idea of someone big and strong taking care of all your needs...." You take a dangerous step forward, and smile at him. "I think it excites you." You swipe your finger through the cum on his cheek....and press it to his mouth. He turns his head away....but in spite of himself opens his mouth and licks your finger.

You shake your head, trying not to laugh, then turn to go. But you can't resit one last parting shot. "If you do show, then find something a little more flattering to wear." You call over your shoulder. "You make that look work, but you could do a lot better. Don't bother with the underwear though."

And with that, you walk back out into the early morning air and head for home, feeling more then a little giddy, and weightless.