Chapter 3

Caitlin sat in the women’s restroom of the science wing of the college. She couldn’t stop her knees from shaking, her heels from bouncing, or fingers from reaching. She was horny. She pulled her hand from her crotch and picked up her phone from atop the toilet paper dispenser. No word.

Goddammit!

Where was Harper?! Caitlin needed to get laid and she was gonna do it with Richie. Was it too much to ask for her best friend to be there while? Caitlin didn’t want to be Nat, didn’t want to be a homewrecker.

She’d even go lesbo on Harper if that’s what Harper wanted. Anything ... Anything. Anything! For a proper fuck!

Caitlin kept herself from biting her lip until bleeding. It had been a close thing for hours. She hadn’t touched a cock in three months! She was a good girl! She wasn’t about to steal a boyfriend!

She thought about some of the single guys she knew. She thought about the really tall basketball guys that she didn’t care weren’t single.

No. They weren’t good enough. There was Richie.

“Fine. If you’re not gonna text me back. Silence is consent.”

She hit the send button with extreme prejudice. She hoped the periods freaked out Harper. Where was she? Probably getting laid. That’s where Caitlin would be. She wiped herself, flushed, and struggled to pull up her jeans and panties.

She had masturbated at school. Three times today. Or three sessions. Six orgasms. Though the last four had been in the last hour. She called Richie.

“Hey, Caity...” He answered worriedly.

“Hey, I’ve been texting Harper all day...”

“Oh shit...”

“What? Don’t bother.” Caitlin cricked her neck around her phone and started washing her hands. “I don’t want to get over Jason with some anonymous guy. You busy?”

“I’ve got work.”

“Shit.” Caitlin said.

“But, you’re talking about sex. With me?” Richie asked, like he was stepping on a landmine and hoping it was a dud.

“To start.” Caitlin answered before she could think it out. She flinched and scrambled to catch her phone before it hit the tiles.

“--for you. OK?” He had been saying something but Caitlin had missed it.

“Whatever you want. Just text me a time.” She hung up, before he could answer. She stared at her phone and it buzzed a second later.

“Tomorrow morning. Before class. Wear a skirt with no underwear.”

She sighed, grinning relief. She had just the skirt. Jason had always wanted her to go commando in it. She headed home. Screw her late class. Caitlin just couldn’t masturbate right in a bathroom stall.

A threesome! Zita and Caitlin together! Caitlin had just demanded a time! The beans worked. He counted the remaining in his hand. Oksana was next. He’d put it on her veggie-chicken burger! Three more. He had those backstage tickets for Gabrielle Xu.

He could probably make a really quick buck with a popstar centered orgy!

Two more. Lilith came to mind. That’s what Harper could’ve looked like if she lost her weight! He couldn’t stave off the second thoughts with Lilith though. He didn’t have to think too hard right yet. He just needed a good afternoon’s sleep and Oksana would be all the closer to his.

Would it work on a lesbian? Like would it make Oksana attracted to Richie? Or would she just fake it?

Oh, right. Oksana’s awesome body.

Faking it was fine.

“You’re gonna need to get a drive to work tonight.” Natalie was slutted up when Richie got home. Despite being technically spring, it was winter outside. She wore cut off shorts and a sheer white top.

“God! Put your tits away!” Richie said, covering his eyes and flinching away.

“Nah,” Natalie arched her back and opened another button. Her nipples poked out her shirt. “You got it, flaunt it.”

“Yeah, just don’t flaunt it at your brother!” Richie said, kicking off his shoes and stomping towards the stairs and up to his bedroom.

“Prude!” Nat shouted. She dropped the combat from her face when his bedroom door slammed shut. She turned away from the mirror in the entryway. Why was she looking so morose?

She fished her phone out of her pocket. She texted her dealer.

“Hey, can I come by?”

“What are you wearing?”

She took a selfie in the mirror. Sexy, but the focus was the near two hundred in bills in her left hand. She’d have to hit the ATM. The doorknob turned and she shoved her phone and cash in her pockets.

“Hey sweetheart...” Dick, the father of Nat and Richie, roboted as he bent down to untie his work boots. He looked up and frowned. “You’re awfully comfortable.”

“Sort of. About to head out.”

“Put on a bra or a darker top,” he said, exasperatedly. “Any word on Mom?”

“None,” Nat grabbed her sneakers and went out the door without a thought to her father’s clothing prescriptions. Dick went to start making dinner.

“Best I can do,” Dick said, pulling his car up to the Burger King.

“Thanks...” Richie said. This is why he hated this job. He had sixty-five minutes left until his shift started. He looked across the stripmall parking lot. “Actually, can you drop me off at the diner?”

“Sure!” Dick said, putting his car back in gear. He backed out of the parking lot. “I tell you this often. But I’m proud of you. Steady job, good grades, taking care of your girlfriend. You grew up right.”

“Yeah...” Richie frowned.

“I mean, it looks like some people are good and some people are bad. Everyone’s always a bit of both, so it’s important to see the good in everyone. Well ... Your mom and I did our best, but there was just no saving Nat,” Dick chuckled.

“Some people are bad,” Richie considered. So maybe he was bad. Maybe he was who he was and how often had he been told to just be himself? He was bad. Not nice. Nice guys finished last, right? And he wasn’t last. He had a baggie full of beans in his lunch to prove it!

“That was a joke, kiddo,” Dick said.

“Yeah, I know,” Richie said, not listening.

“You didn’t have to make it sound so sincere,” Dick said, sighing. “Oh, is that that Pearl girl? She grew up to be a looker.”

“Perla,” Richie said. “Yeah, she works here now.”

“I can see why you’d rather hang out here than in the BK break room,” Dick laughed. “Don’t worry, Richie. I’ll keep it a secret from Harper.”

“I know you will,” Richie said. “Thanks again for the ride.”

“Cab home and get a receipt. I’ll pay you back.”

“You don’t have to,” Richie said.

“I really don’t,” Dick agreed. “But I can. And you’re not working at Burger King to waste money to work at Burger King. Have a good shift.”

“You too.” Richie said, in reflex. His dad laughed. He was heading out to date night with Richie’s Mom. A very good shift indeed.

Richie stepped into the mostly empty diner. He took a seat by the window. He zoned out the window. Perla’s reflection was in the window. He was sure he had caught her eyes at least once.

She was gorgeous. That light caramel skin, long thick black hair, perky tits. Not Harper and Lilith tits, definitely not Oksana tits, but a serious step up from Zita tits. Caitlin needed tits. Perla’s ass and legs were the selling point though. That short skirt had no business for a later March night.

Was that snow starting to fall? Stupid weather. It’s spring!

“Kitchen closes at 8,” Perla said, coming over with a menu and the coffee pot. “We’re mostly a breakfast place.”

“Yeah, just a cup of coffee,” Richie said. “You look good Perla.”

“Thanks,” she said. A cup of coffee? That was a forty cent tip at best. Ugh. And she had to smile about it.

“I missed you at Harper and Lilith’s party,” Richie said. “Thanks for saying hi last night. I needed it.”

“No problem,” she said. “You sure you don’t want a little something?”

“I have a big shift ahead of me,” Richie said. “The caffeine is the key.”

“Oh ... Maybe some sugar? A slice of pie?”

“You got a recommendation? Something your eye’s on?”

Like your eyes are on my boobs? Had. To. Smile. She had said hello for a reason. She had gone over to the party for a reason. She missed hanging out with someone. And the dork had a girl, right? Hope the cowgirl doesn’t like cowgirl, she’d crush the poor boy’s bones.

“The coconut cream is really good,” Perla said. Slice of pie would bring her tip up to a full dollar! There weren’t any other tables. They did breakfast, even though it was just between seven and eight, closing was hardly rush hour.

“If I cheat on my diet, I’d be setting a bad example for Harper though...”

Forty cents.

“Tell you what,” Richie said, running his left hand over his lunch bag, “Bring over a second fork and steal a bite before I go. That way I’m having food with a friend and not cheating.”

“As long as you got a reason, it ain’t cheating?” Perla asked.

“And you gotta be able to get away with it,” Richie smiled.

The bell signaled another customer. Two older men came in. Coffees and scrambled eggs, regulars, easy peasy, and they tipped well if she kept her smile up.

“I’ll be back in a moment,” she promised Richie as he sipped his coffee. She was gone like he didn’t exist. It was nice watching her walk away.

Harper would kill him over Perla, Richie considered. She was pretty, but even he could tell the girl was not thrilled to be slumming with him. Yet, she had come to Lilith’s birthday. She had knocked on his window. She was really hot.

He thumbed the yellow bean in his hand when she came back. Just the one fork on the little saucer with the slice.

“Enjoy!” and she was off with the coffee pot to the older guys.

“Sometimes luck isn’t with you, Richie,” he said, slipping the bean back into the little Ziploc bag he had for them. The coconut cream pie was tasty, but too sweet. He had barely taken two forkfuls before he decided to stick to his coffee. He caught Perla’s eye, raised his cup. “Refill?”

She smiled, came out carrying two plates of eggs and toast for the old men. She dove back into her little waitressing station. Richie sighed. Of course.

She zipped back out with the coffee pot, poured his coffee, and put a finger to her lips.

“Shh!” she flicked her head back and forth, surveying the restaurant. She slipped a fork out of her apron and snuck a bite of his pie. “So good!” she moaned as she pulled it from her curled red lips.

“If you want more!” Richie said, as her ass jiggled away. “You know where to find me.”

He took a forkful himself, otherwise she’d get suspicious. He crushed that yellow bean and sprinkled it over the remaining slice. The yellow dust stood out to him like sore thumbs. He had to remind himself:

Zita didn’t see it in her coffee.

Caitlin didn’t see it in her smoothie.

Nat thought the beans were white.

The top layer of the pie was creamy white and had sprinklings of icing sugar anyways. It was the perfect trap.

He refilled his coffee one more time. The fork didn’t come out.

Should he pack up the pie? Then what? Give it to Oksana? He had a plan for her already. A good one that couldn’t fail! Perla had to eat this!

His phone buzzed.

“Where are you” from Oksana. Shit! He was five minutes late. Where was Perla? Goddammit!

He got up and left. Cursing himself madly. He stepped out the door. Had second thoughts. Locked.

“Fuck!” he growled through clenched teeth and crossed the parking lot to the BK.

“You’ve been an absolute miserable cunt all night.” Oksana slid up next to him while Richie was cleaning the floors between the fryers and the chicken station.

“Oksana, work appropriate language!” Flo shouted from the front.

“The dining room’s closed for the night, the drive-thru’s empty, and you’re the one wearing the headset!” Oksana shouted back.

“But?”

“But, sorry, Flo!” Oksana beamed with a smile. “So who shit in your corn flakes, Richie?”

“Oh four fuck’s-huh-ha! Welcome to Burger King, may I take your order?”

Richie and Oksana chuckled together at Flo’s instant code switch. Richie kept an ear open to the headset. He’d need to shovel up fries but it was Danny at the beef station for the rest of the orders. Richie put the broom back on its hook and hurried to the hand washing station next to the sink.

“Workin’ sucker! I’m on break.” Oksana swished past him to the break room.

“Excellent!” Richie said, he stepped back from the sink, slipped open the ziploc baggie in his pocket. The fries! He quickly washed his hands. Oksana dropped down on the work table and fished out her phone.

Dump, salt, scoop, and sit the fries on the steel grab bar. Two larges to go with the Bacon King combos Danny was brainlessly wrapping and tossing down the slide.

Oksana hadn’t ordered food for her break.

Richie smiled as he grabbed and toasted a bun. Danny frowned at him, but said nothing. The difficult part was slipping somewhere out of the cameras to load the bean in between the hook of his thumb and the meat of his palm. He managed and raced to build the veggie-chicken tender medley sandwich.

“Richie? What’re you making?” Flo said, frowning from the kitchen entrance to the front.

“Oksana just said she was going on break...” Richie looked up at the monitor. It wasn’t the best acting in the world, but Flo seemed unsurprised that Richie had roboted out a sandwich. The crushed bean was powdered down under the tendies and over the veggie patty.

“Well, dammit. Trash it, I guess...”

“Ah, shit,” Richie said. “You know what. My bad, I’ll pay for it.”

“You sure?”

“It beats tossing out good food,” he said, and quickly wrapped the burger.

“I’ll ring it up, come on out when you have a sec--” Flo reached up and pushed the button on her ear. “Welcome to Burger King, may I take your order?”

Richie jogged over to the break room with the burger. He held it in his hand, too excited to even grab a tray. Oksana slouched, watching some Youtube video as Richie slapped the burger down on the table by her elbow.

“I fucked up and this car just ordered thirty chicken tenders,” Richie said. “Eat it, it’s covered.”

“It’s covered?” Oksana asked, watching Richie dash away. “Flo never lets that slide.”

She unwrapped it and took a bite. Fuck, fast food was fast food, but damn this was good. Still, she had her tupperwared healthy snack right there on the table. Tupperware would keep it for tomorrow’s shift. She took another bite. Richie must’ve copped to paying for his fuck up, that was the only way Flo’d let this fly.

Richie was such a great guy. The kinda guy a girl who liked guys could really like. Oksana had a few bi friends she could sling his way. Richie deserved a really hot bitch for being such a sweet guy. It’d have to be someone slutty and just willing to let loose. Richie had a girlfriend after all. No reason to ruin anything long term.

Oksana started thinking of a few of those bi friends. Richie wasn’t the only one who deserved a really hot bitch. He liked her tits. If only there was a way they could get each other off in a really slutty, stinky, messed up way. That’d be the best.

“A veggie chicken sandwich,” Flo walked up to the break room door, shocking Oksana out of her day dream. Oksana struggled to sit up and close her splayed thighs. Flo just continued. “Your taste amazes me.”

“It’s really good!” Oksana said.

“Can I try a bite then?” Flo asked, smirking.

“Did you force Richie to pay for it?” Oksana asked.

“Not yet, it’s rung up on 1 but there was a spill and he’s cleaning that up first,” Flo shrugged. She caught Oksana’s twitchy mouth. “Fine, give me a bite, a big one, and I’ll let Richie off his scatterbrained muck-up this one time.”

“Bite away,” Oksana said, and pushed the half remaining burger to Flo.

If you like hot dirty-over-thirties, and Oksana did, she really did, Flo was her favorite. Tall, thick blond hair, bright and wavy. She didn’t wear much makeup at work, but Oksana remembered the Christmas party. Flo cleaned up hot. She was skinny though, but the flatter butt came with a nice trade-off Oksana envied Flo’s high resting tits. Even at 19, fifteen years younger, Oksana’s big ones weren’t so high.

Richie preferred Oksana’s big tits.

Oksana was smiling stupidly when Flo put down the sandwich and chewed absently. Flo wiped her mouth and walked to the hand washing station. She couldn’t help it. She licked up the back of her hand before she soaped off and cleaned up.

It wasn’t the worst thing saving Richie like ten bucks. He was a good kid. Strong. She liked his legs. She hadn’t wanted to turn into a cougar like her other divorced friends, but...

“Welcome to Burger King, can I take your order?”

Perla tried to keep her teeth from grinding into disgusting powder as she pushed the mop hard across the floor. She vowed to say hello and smile whenever Mrs Kavinsky came by to clean the house. This was hard work, and it only became worse when people weren’t nice about it.

What she needed was a sugar daddy. A working man and ambitious guy like her Papi.

Richie.

She smiled warmly to herself. Could she even imagine it? Being at the beck and call of a fuckable guy like Richie so she didn’t have to wait tables anymore.