Chapter 5

Carlotta woke up with a soft sigh of pleasure. She’d gone out again the previous night, but instead of running a train on the local clubs, she’d found the first guy who seemed interested and brought him home.

It hadn’t been difficult to convince him. She was wearing one of her new outfits; a short, purple dress which exposed one shoulder, her midriff, and most of her legs. If she hadn’t been constantly tugging at the hem, it would also have exposed the fact that she wasn’t wearing panties.

After a few seconds of chatting, she’d moved his hands to her body. After that, he’d agreed to everything she suggested - coming home with her, letting her suck his cock, allowing her to ride him until the early hours of the morning...

She’d only managed half an hour of sleep, but she wasn’t bothered. What she’d been doing last night - that was what she was built for. Carlotta loved her job, but something about the stranger’s eyes feasting on her body as she brought both of them to orgasm after orgasm...

It was more satisfying than anything she’d ever accomplished professionally. It felt so right.

Even now, she was tempted to go down on him before she left - the one thing that she’d foolishly failed to do the previous night - but it was a big brunch day, and she didn’t want to be late.

Before she left, she used the stranger’s phone to take a few candid shots of her naked body - and one of her work outfit, a short denim skirt and a sleeveless, strapless white top. She took one smiling selfie, and then an up-skirt photo.

Carlotta hoped her mystery lover would continue to enjoy her body, even when she wasn’t there.

It wasn’t until the sun had risen before Carlotta noticed the tiredness starting to hit her. Even coffee has its limits, and it had been almost a week since she’d had a full night’s sleep - she’d have to go home and nap before her “girl’s night out” with Matilda.

Just the thought of getting to spend some more time with the babe-ilicious waitress was enough to perk Carlotta up for a few more hours. She didn’t know exactly what they were going to do out together, but she definitely had a wish-list.

The next day was Monday, too, so they could stay out all night without issue...

Jason stumbled through the door almost fifteen minutes late, bleary-eyed and obviously just as sleep-deprived as his boss. Any other week, Carlotta would have given him a severe tongue-lashing ... but after her last few nights, what kind of a hypocrite would that make her?

Besides, she was fairly sure she knew why he hadn’t slept. Last night had been his date with Matilda - Jason was a hot-blooded male, and Matilda was all woman. Who could blame him for not wanting to waste his time with the gorgeous waitress with paltry matters like sleeping?

And so instead of scolding him for his tardiness and obvious exhaustion, Carlotta decided to cut her sole subordinate some slack. She greeted him with a huge smile, offered to make him a cup of coffee, and threw in a wink for good measure.

Despite fighting off exhaustion herself, Carlotta found herself throwing Jason a bone and taking on the day’s most challenging tasks herself. She left him in charge of dishes, some basic prep, and - of course - checking in with Matilda to make sure that everything was going well on the floor.