“Maybe Kwikki and I should swipe your boxers and sell them.”
“Oh, now mine would sell for $200 bucks.”
“Where is all this confidence coming from? Be honest with me.” She held his chin under her knuckle studying his reaction. Her suspicions were always on point. “Did you bed down Roselyn Albright?”
“Yep! Keeping her too.” Maybe!
“You’re only doing this for her money. I mean… I would too if I found a nice sugar daddy.”
“Easy enough! Just run an ad in the Wildwood Gazette, two for the price of one.”
“And have our Uncle Samuel arrest us for prostitution? No can do! Do not make me tell you that twice in French.” Nigerian born she knew multiple languages. The N’Dolla’s were very smart girls. That is until Kwikki quit college. Nikki just wanted her freedom. Hearing the word French, Cabot wagged his tongue at her. Looking around for safety she touched her tongue against his playfully. It led to a kiss, one that lasted 30 seconds until the kitchen door opened. The two of them acted normal until their manager Claude made his rounds to ask his patrons if the service was to their expectations.
“Use that tongue down where I’ve been getting a draft.” Nikki whispered flirtatiously.
“That will happen Nik. Just not today. You know I want to fuck the shit out of you.”
“Do you? With this Maria girl you’re seeing. Grace on your mind? Now Roselyn?”
“No relationship out of any of those Nik. Not even with you or Kwik. Sex and a killer friendship is all I can offer. I like being boss.”
“That’s twice today you’ve said that. Planning your own restaurant with Roselyn’s money?” She posed the idea. Cabot did mull that over with a puffy lower lip. “You hadn’t thought of that until I brought it up, did you?”
“How that never occurred I’ll never know.” He chuckled! “Food for thought Miss Nik. Thanks for bringing up the idea. You know though? In all honesty I’d be happy just being Margo’s chef at the B & B once it opens, if it opens. I’ll know sometime soon.”
“So, what’s this Boss thing about?”
“Keep it to you, me, and Kwik? I don’t want Rose to get the wrong idea. Oddly enough, I like hanging with her. You two have got to come see her house on the mountain. The house is humongous, five entire floors with two above ground and three in the bedrock. It’s insane! She has an elevator, a seven-car garage, you name it. She’s even going to let me drive her cars.”
“So, she’s your meal ticket Sugar Fox?”
“Sugar Fox? I like that. You made me think of someone. Margo’s super-hot friend Elena is coming sometime in the future to help get the Bed & Breakfast off the ground. She used to be a fashion model with Margo years ago, went on to marry a CEO, then became one herself. Sugar Fox fits Elena. She’s like Rhianna crossed with Beyonce hot.”
“So, she’s black?”
“Yeah! Dark chocolicious! Like you and Kwik.” He laughed! “Your table is looking this way.”
“Oh, shit! We’re talking so much I forgot I was working.”
“I need to use the restroom. Seeing as it’s slow you, do mind watching my only table?”
“I got you, Player!” She winked and headed to console her tables before Claude could give her a glare. So far, their manager was in a good mood today. Why ruin it?
Before heading to the bathroom Cabot hung up his apron in the waiter’s hub, cash tips in his pockets just in case. Hurrying to the restroom he ran into Kwikki coming out of the little girl’s room. Nearly colliding they had only two inches between them. Her hefty breasts were the only things closing that gap. So close Cabot shot a glance down her cleavage. “Matching bra I see.”
“Don’t get any ideas on selling that too. This uniform is too thin, my boobs would bounce with every step I made, tan material wouldn’t hide my nips either. Did anybody get seated at my tables yet?”
“Nope! Only Janice and Nik. I have one table but Nik’s covering me.”
“Good!” She batted her lashes. “After you!”
“Excuse me?” He decided to open the men’s room door. No one else within the large room of three stalls, two urinals and two big sinks he left Kwikki behind. So, he thought! Going into a middle stall he unfastened his slacks and dropped them along with his boxers. Sitting down on the toilet he took a dump.
Settling back pondering the notion of his own restaurant he heard the door open. A feminine perfume at least helped the odor of his chocolate bars in the bowl. Just knowing it was Kwikki he heard the front zipper of her uniform draw down. Chuckling in silence he flushed his toilet to clear the air the best he could.
Prepared to stand he reacted to a bra come flying over the door. “Change your mind?”
“I could use the money. Get sixty out of that.” She giggled! A second later her dress came hurling over. “Better let me in before some other lucky stud gets this booty before you.”
“Are you crazy?” He laughed but did unhook the stall door. Opening outward, she held the door and the wall partition. Shaking her 36C’s she beguiled him. “Sorry it smells.”
“Well, you ARE the shit, Mister Boss Ross.” She stepped inside and closed the stall door. “I’m not waiting any longer.” His dick got fully erect in under a minute as she palmed the wall behind him and fed him her nipples. “Oh, fuck! I just knew your lips would feel incredible.” He threw her dress and bra around his neckline and drew her down onto his lap, using one hand to guide his cock up inside her. Easing down on his girth she gasped and began gyrating over him. Smothered by breasts and her braided hair she pulled his head back to kiss him. French spoken of yet again. Her enjoyment concealed by their shared breath for five minutes time they heard the door open again.
A familiar hummed tune made both lovers bulge their eyes. Their manager Claude was at a urinal taking a leak. Kwikki brought her legs upward so that Claude couldn’t see her shoes. Bad enough, he could probably smell her body spray. Good thing Cabot’s odor lingered to compete.
Riding his dick in a steady but silent rhythm Kwikki contained her moans, just not her tender nasal exhales. Claude facing the other wall winced at heavy breathing. Glancing back trying not to piss on himself the man noted Cabot’s shoes, slacks and boxers around his ankles.
“Everything okay in there, Cabot?” Kisses were broken but lips hovered close.
“Yeah! I’ll be out in a minute. Sorry for the rank. I ate salmon last night and it always tears me up.” He tried not to laugh.
“Salmon always gives me gas too. I don’t know why my wife makes it for dinner. I don’t really care for salmon.”
“I had Nikki cover my table.”
“All good!” Claude zipped up and flushed. “What’s this I hear about Roselyn Albright tipping you a thousand bucks, then you turning around and donating it to Evan Goode’s church? You’re pretty popular now, Buddy.” Yes, he was! Kwikki was riding him hard, even her pussy was getting noisy in its sloppiness. Palming her breasts to keep her balance from being lost she panted in narrow gasps, luckily Claude’s water faucet turned on kept her from being identified.
“Am I?” Cabot chuckled! Kwikki nodded feverishly. Very popular indeed.