He leaves you.

Eric laughed and gives your trembling ass a smack, making you moan and press yourself against the counter. You bite your lip as you watch him tuck his cock away, wanting it back inside you, fucking you to orgasm.

"Better straighten yourself up and get out there," he says with a sneer as he started to leave. "Customers need service." His cruel laughter seems to remain behind as the door shuts behind him.

With hurried frustration you clean yourself up, wiping up the semen that's dribbling out of your pussy. You want to thrust your fingers inside yourself, press your thumb against your clit and bring yourself relief, but you know you don't dare delay longer. With a final check of your appearance in the mirror, you head out the door to get to work, trying to ignore the yearning ache in your pussy.