Chapter 8

The rest of Carlotta’s shift passed in a blur. She spent most of it hopping around the kitchen as Jason barked commands at her, so aroused by his masculine presence that she literally found her juices literally onto the floor.

When Jason noticed, he made her lick it up. That only served to create a fresh wave of juices, which further caused issue when he unloaded inside her once more.

“Wait here,” he said thoughtfully, and came back a few minutes later with a pair of warm panties.

Carlotta didn’t ask where he got them.

As soon as her shift was over, Carlotta made her way to the pantry, intending to nap.

Instead, she got herself off twice; the thrill of running around the kitchen naked, of obeying her assistant chef ... after her second body-shaking orgasm, she closed her eyes for some sleep, but before she could even drift off, she heard the sound of Matilda’s voice, and was immediately wide awake.

“Matilda, we don’t close for another forty minutes.”

“There’s no one out there,” she pleaded. “And ... oh my god, I need it. I’m dripping.”

Carlotta peeked out of the pantry door; Matilda was bending over the prep table, lifting her skirt to show that she was telling the truth.

She was telling the truth.

Jason smiled, and unbuckled his pants.

“Okay,” he growled. “But we have to be quick.”

Carlotta lay onto the sack of flour that Jason had napped on just a few days ago, and got herself off once more, the sound of her workmates copulating all the stimulation she needed. Immediately after she came, her eyes closed, and she immediately began to doze.

Just as she’d gone to sleep to the sound of Jason and Matilda making love, it was the same sound that woke her almost two hours later. She staggered out of the small pantry just in time to see Jason unload into Matilda’s ass, as the sexy redhead shook and shouted with orgasm.

“Hey guys,” she said blearily, and couldn’t help but smile at the two loving smiles that met her words. “Whose house is closest?”

It turned out to be Matilda’s, just a few blocks away from the cafe. The three of them piled onto the enthusiastic waitress’s bed; Jason, despite the girls’ best efforts, had only a few rounds left in him, but after he fell into a deep slumber, the two young women pleasured each other for what seemed like half the night.

When they were finally spent, they held hands, and cuddled up to the sleeping assistant chef to chat.

“You’re amazing,” Carlotta whispered.

“You’re amazing,” Matilda replied.

“No,” the blonde chef said, wrinkling her nose slightly. “I mean, you’re really amazing.”

“You’re both amazing,” Jason grunted. “Now get some fucking sleep.”

With that, the two girls fell into fits of giggles and did as their man instructed.