Hard day

Your final hours pass quickly, seeing as the darker it got, the less people came in. By the time you closed the restaurant, only three workers remained: You, Max and the barkeeper. During that time, however, you see Max throw several suggesting glances towards you.

Smiling, winking, and a few times doing some strange movements when he thought you weren't looking. You hope it wasn't related to what you heard at the bathroom. It would be a very akward thing to explain to him. Especially since you were married.

Things start to get weirder though. You start to feel more hotter, and excited feeling, like you were stuck in a desert. Likely the AC needed some repairs again.

Things reach a climax, however, after the barkeeper leaves and you lock-up the place, leaving only you and Max in the restaurant.

"So, James, how was your vacation?" asked Max, helping you clean up in the kitchen.

"It was fine..." you reply, gently rubbing your crotch - with a few thoughts drifting to your wife and how you plan to fuck her tonight. More than usual at that.

"You, okay? You look... distracted?" he asked, noticing your discomfort. Although, you wouldn't know, Max had slipped half an Ecstasy pill into your drinking water.

"... Good, good. Just..."

"Horny?" he asked, smiling at that, getting very close to you. "No need to be shy, I am too. Very, very horny."

As he spoke, he pressed his crotch against your backside. You could easily feel his erection through his pants, pressing against your ass.

"...I could help with that, I am very...persuasive," he cooed. He uses this distraction to slip his hand into your pants, taking ahold of your semi-hard dick and giving it a good squeeze, making you gasp out.

"Somebody is happy, how about we get into it?" he added, starting to undo your belt. Your half-lustful mind was divided between getting away and wanting release from this hotness.