Raise

I never usually work the front. Only on days someone calls in sick, or has some emergency. The servers think I've taken to rationalizing the anarchy on the floor, desensitized to their bickering of being understaffed; or being underpaid for their workload, I suppose. It's a big dinery, high-class, as exaggerated those words might be.

So it's only fair when my maître d' comes knocking my door to demand some concessions on my part, right? Bianca had been filling the holes left by a couple of formers who had quit, or found better opportunities elsewhere. My chefs, preppers, had received their dues, now she's expecting the same.

"Nine percent?!"

"I did the math," Bianca lights up, "With what you paid me last week, it won't be enough for me and my folks - unless I get a raise."

"Yeah, but you don't live in a McMansion!" I blurt out, tactlessly. Bianca frowns at the omission. I cough, "... I'm sorry, that's, uh..."

I awkwardly ruffle some papers on my desk, pretending like I don't already know the establishment's balance sheet. It's a stretch, I know I can't make nine percent in the long-run, but I look back at the buxom latina sitting on the other side of my desk, and can't help but questions my motives for wanting to keep her on deck.

"I... I-I-I can make five percent work, but that's it. I gotta leave something for the other girls; if they ask."

I expected a defense on my part, the drone of finance-babble that I just didn't have the words for. I remain unsure if I had just been played for, that Bianca was feigning disappointment. She looks up at me, and nods, "... I will respect that."

"You're gonna have to," I meander around my desk, "Unless I can rent out Deacon for some extra cash." The no-nonsense chef would not have been amused.

I pull my dick out, it hangs inches from her face. Bianca's stony gaze at the sudden U-turn is unwavering; she certainly expects to earn that raise.

"Man, you sure do get your money's worth." Bianca takes my cock to her hands, giving a sensual lick as reciprocity for our meeting's outcome. Bianca would get her raise, and a little more too. It never felt right to pay them solely in sex, just as a bonus. It helped keep morale up. If I could learn a way to market this scene unfolding (within the constraints of restauranteering), I'd be all ears.

Bianca takes a moment to wipe away her lipstick - the smear of red never did match my own skin's complexion - before guiding my cock to her lips. Her taste buds swirl to the base of my shaft, likely picking up an overabundance of body cologne between my attempts at manscaping. She holds for a moment at the hilt, taking her hands to cop the two damn things that further this occupational dysfunction. I lower myself on my desk, letting Bianca take charge. She levy's her weight to the sides as she takes my cock in all it's fullness.

Bianca can take accomplishment in the fact that I'm a wincing mess upstairs, giving a smirk as she glances over my bumbling features. I take hold of her head, combing through the lengths of her dark hair, down to her shoulders in an attempt to hold myself steady. Bianca takes it on queue, picking up her casual suckling to a more frequented speed. I lie back fully onto my desk, Bianca now over top my manhood. She curls a smile as I begin to buck in place, and in her mouth. I oblige a small whimper - in an attempt to maintain professionalism - as I go into a clear-headed condition of having had my brains sucked out.

We lay there for a moment, my spasming subsides. Her weight is lifted off of me, managing to avoid getting saliva on my dress pants. Bianca spits into the trashcan beside my desk, turning back to lift me up.

"How was that, Boss?"

I nod in a daze, "Good, good."

Bianca then nods, reaching out a hand as good sportsmanship. "I think that's about everything we needed to talk about." The closing to our meeting.

I soon reach to shake her hand, a terse response to having just been blown by her, then quickly return to jimmying my manhood back into it's confines. Bianca turns to leave my office, and I return to my papers.