Hot Dogging

‘Thanks gorgeous!’ Abbie breezed into the hot dog van and smiled at the man standing behind the counter. ‘How’s it been?’

‘Pretty quiet,’ grumbled the man as he checked the time on his phone. ‘You’re late, I’m supposed to be on the Dodgems.’

‘Sorry hun,’ said Abbie, ‘I promise I’ll make it up to you next time we work together.’ She winked theatrically and smacked him on the bottom.

Emily waited for the man to leave, then climbed the three metal steps into the van. She squinted against the bright fluorescent lights and gleaming stainless steel surfaces.

‘Okay, this is dead easy,’ explained Abbie. ‘Buns, sausages, cheese, onions, fries, drinks. That’s all we have to do. Press the buttons on the till, it tells you the price, you take the money. They have sauces down there.’ She pointed through the wide serving hatch to a shelf with a few coloured squeezy bottles, wooden forks and napkins. ‘Got it? You serve, I’ll keep on top of your buns and sausages.’

‘You are doing good!’ Abbie encouraged her after a few customers were served successfully. ‘It normally starts to get busy about now, so brace yourself for lots of hot dogging!’

Sure enough, a queue began to form and the girls worked well together, swapping places and darting from side to side to serve food and take payment quickly and efficiently.

Abbie stepped behind Emily for a moment, and she felt her t-shirt pulled tight around her tummy. ‘Here, let me help you,’ said Abbie, ‘your shirt is too big. You don’t want it to get snagged.’ She pulled the hem to Emily’s back and tied it in a knot. While it felt good, the cool air around her bum and hips, it did of course expose Emily’s knickers. ‘No!’ she started, ‘my bum!’

‘Nobody can see,’ Abbie laughed, ‘and it’s just us up here. I don’t mind and I don’t want your top catching fire while I’m training you.’

Emily felt quite self-conscious as she continued to serve customers with her bum out. But Abbie was right, none of the customers could see over the serving hatch, she was pretty sure they could only see her from about half-way up her torso. It didn’t help though that every time Abbie walked behind Emily she would rest her hand on her hip, or her waist, or her bottom.

‘Oh, hi Jack!’ Emily had been concentrating on her orders and hadn’t seen the man enter the van. When she glanced over at him she almost dropped the bun she was holding: he had piercing blue eyes, wavy dark hair and a warm smile. His yellow t-shirt was snug and showed off his muscular torso and arms. She immediately blushed, knowing he had just seen her bum. She tried ineffectively to pull her knotted t-shirt lower.

‘Abbie, I have to say, I approve of the new uniform,’ he joked. ‘I hope to see you adopting this new dress code soon.’

Abbie whispered to Emily. ‘Jack does the shifts when Mr Jackson is away, so it’s worth staying on his good side. Also he’s hot and has a lovely cock.’ Her eyes twinkled as she and Jack moved to the end of the van to talk.

Emily was startled as Jack was suddenly standing next to her. She could smell his cologne even over the odour of the sausages and fried onions. ‘I’m going to run the till for a while,’ he smiled at her and her heart leapt. ‘You serve, okay?’

This was even more difficult for Emily, working next to this beautiful man with her panties in full view. He didn’t comment on her bottom, and stood at the till the whole time so he didn’t walk behind her and feel her bum. But she found herself clenching her buttocks slightly, knowing they would look good if he glanced over. As she worked she half-hoped he might just reach out and place one of his big, strong hands on her and she would giggle and smile at him.

Leaning forward to pass a hot dog through the hatch to a customer Emily froze for a moment as she did indeed feel a hand stroking her bottom. She stood straight as the hand moved down to her thigh, and she turned to Jack standing next to her. He had one hand resting on the till drawer and he was handing a customer their change with the other. What? Confused, Emily looked down to see Abbie under the counter, kneeling in front of him. One hand was on Emily’s leg. One was on Jack’s naked bottom. His shorts were around his knees and Abbie looked up and winked at Emily, her mouth filled with his penis.

Emily was shocked, and stood staring at Abbie bobbing her head backward and forward. What she could see of Jack’s member as Abbie’s lips slid along the shaft was mesmerising; it was rigid and thick and Emily wondered just how long it might be, and how warm it would feel if she were to reach out and hold it.

‘Emily, good to see you!’ She looked up to see Mr Jackson standing in front of the serving hatch. ‘I trust Jack is showing you everything? He’s a hard taskmaster,’ he said, with a wink, ‘don’t let him ride you too hard.’

She glanced down again, blushing. ‘Oh yes, Mr Jackson, he’s very, um, showing me everything.’

‘She’s doing great, Mr Jackson,’ laughed Jack. He seemed relaxed, nobody would ever guess there was a girl under the counter sucking his dick. ‘She’s a wizard with those buns, and I’m pretty sure she’s handled plenty of sausages in her time.’

‘I’m glad to hear it,’ Mr Jackson said. ‘Emily, come and see me when you have a minute, I’d like to see how you are getting on and give you a debriefing.’

Emily was distracted by so many thoughts as she spoke to her boss. Apart from Jack’s big throbbing percy in Abbie’s mouth, she could feel Abbie sliding her hand around to the front of her knickers, tucking her fingers inside the waistband. ‘Oh, thank you Mr Jackson, I will,’ Emily said, flustered, trying with one hand to push Abbie’s fingers away. ‘I’ll come to your office,’ she felt Abbie tugging on her panties, her fingers moving closer to her secret place. ‘I look forward,’ she paused, squeezing her legs together as Abbie pulled harder, ‘to my debriefing.’ And finally Abbie won, whipping Emily’s knickers down to her ankles.