Your phone dinged and vibrated in your pocket. You knew it was him. You could feel it. You finished ringing in the customer at your computer; a #2, large with a Coke. You signaled to a co-worker to take over, explaining you needed a bathroom break. You rushed into the employee bathroom, closed and locked the door, and pulled out your phone. You were right.
A new message from your Straight Alpha Dom. You felt a rush of endorphins surge through Your body. You opened the message, delighted and overwhelmed to discover it contained a photo of him (and his best friend) in all their Alpha Straight shirtless glory, grabbing lunch and seemingly thoroughly enjoying the vacation you had spent so much of your money on booking and planning for them. As you drooled over the picture, an accompanying text came through.
“What up, faggot? We know you’re currently slaving away at your fast food weekend gig, so we figured we’d honor your efforts and take a break from all the fresh seafood and incredible steaks we’ve been gorging ourselves on with your money and pay homage to the cuisine you’ve been shoveling out in order to pay for it all haha. Every time we finish at another amazing restaurant or close our tab at a luxury bar or club, we laugh when we through down the “fast food faggot card,” knowing that months and months of making you work that second job is paying for all our fun! Definitely need to make these trips a more regular thing, so when I get back, we need to see how we can squeeze a couple extra shifts into your week. Enjoy the rest of your shift!”
You moaned, but felt your little penis flood your underwear with a pathetic load. You hated how much you loved to please Him.
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