This is a Harbinger96 original and is not to be shared or reposted without my consent. All characters involved in sexual acts are 18 years old or older.
The layout of Darren's is based on a restaurant/club I worked at during college. I loved that place, and I still think about it often.
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I took one last pull from my cigarette and ashed it out on the bottom of my boot before heading into "Darren's Seafood and Grill," the new restaurant that hadn't quite opened yet.
I had an interview with one of the co-owners, Michelle Sutherland. All I knew about her was that she was a British bombshell that had done some acting and modeling, and had moved to L.A. with her husband Darren. They had decided to open up a restaurant. Did they want it to become a real hotspot or just a place of their own? I had no idea, and I didn't really give a fuck. If the money was as good as they said in the job posting, it was worth a shot.
Once my eyes adjusted to the light change, I saw Michelle sitting by herself at a large round table on the dining floor, a bunch of papers sprawled out in front of her, as well as a glass of water.
I wanted to stop and drink her in like she was sipping on that water, but I had to act like a mature adult, and kept moving my feet forward.
"Good day," she said with a big smile. "Are you Ethan, my 2 o'clock?" she asked in her husky, British accent. Everything about her voice was sexy as hell.
"Yes ma'am," I said as I approached and offered a hand.
She took my hand, standing like a proper lady, showing off all adorable 5'4" of her, but her legs still seemed to go for miles, showcased in high waisted jeans that fell just short of her bellybutton.
"That's a tough hand you've got there," she said with a giggle as we both sat down.
"Years of hard work, Ms. Sutherland," I told her as she dug through a manilla folder, successfully finding my application.
"Just Michelle is fine," she told me as she looked over my file. "College educated. In the industry since you were 16. 10 years experience but you're not a burn out," she said, looking up at me with those sharp, inquisitive eyes. "Why still in restaurants with a four year degree?"
"As you can see on my resume, I tried a different industry for a year, there about, but it wasn't for me, so I came back home to food," I said with a shrug.
Michelle was quiet for a moment, chewing on her lip as she carefully scrutinized everything I had written down. "You're applying for a shift management or head chef position. You're pretty young, but not unreasonable."
"I've been in this life for a decade, though. You felt my hand. I know how to work hard, and I've worked every position from dishwasher to cook to waiter, and I was sous chef at the Rossi. My last day was yesterday.. The paperwork and office stuff is really the biggest hurdle for me," I told her honestly. "I can help run the ship while you're doing famous person stuff, and I'm great at teamwork and accessing crew strength."
That got a laugh from her, which in turn made me smile. "I like you, Ethan. You have experience, you have confidence, and I like your youth and energy." I can't give you an answer without talking to Darren, but I will certainly be holding onto your number," she said, standing back up and offering me her hand again.
Yeah Michelle has great tits, but I was able to stay respectful and keep looking at her face because she's just that gorgeous.
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That same evening, I was back at home taking a shower, daydreaming about how I wished that meeting would have gone.
In my ideal pitch, Michelle would have asked for a sample of my work, and we would get hot and nasty in that brand new, state-of-the-art kitchen I knew she and her hubby had just put in. I had no problem believing she'd be the best tasting thing in the place.
My fantasy of my face between Michelle Sutherland's legs as she sat on the counter was broken by my phone ringing. I poked my head out of the shower curtain and saw the number on my phone was a local number. It could have been a scam, but I wasn't going to miss it in case it was a call from Darren's.
"Hello?" I answered my phone, the shower still running.
"Hello," I heard that sexy, husky voice from earlier that day. "Is this Ethan?"
"Yes it is," I confirmed.
"Hi, Ethan. It's Michelle Sutherland from Darren's. How are... is your shower running?" she asked. "Did you take my call in the shower?" I could hear a bit of humor tugging in her voice.
"Uh, yeah. I'm in the shower... right now. I wasn't going to risk missing your call," I told her honestly. I wasn't going to tell her that hearing her voice while I was naked in the shower was making me feel some kind of way.
"Well, erm, I'm glad you took the call because I talked to Darren this evening... and we want to give you a shot," Michelle said.
I smiled and took a deep breath. "That's great, Michelle. Thank you for the chance. When do I start working with you and Darren?" I asked, trying to get a feel for my new schedule.
"Darren is out of town, but you can swing by tomorrow and I can give you a tour, and we can talk planned menu?" she asked, and I could tell she was trying not to get too excited. I was pretty excited about starting the say after I applied.
"That sounds great, Michelle. When would you like me to come in?"
"Oh, say 9:00?"
I ran a hand down my wet face and put on my best fake voice. "Yeah, that works for me. I'll see you in the morning, Michelle." I hate early mornings. My usual time to show up at Rossi's was 11 a.m.
"Oh, and Ethan... wear some clothes you won't mind getting dirty. I want to try some potential dishes, and we have some final touches to put on the kitchen itself."
"Yes ma'am," I said, already picturing the beautiful Brit with her hair in a bun, stained pants, and tattered shirt under a flour covered apron. Something about Michelle Sutherland being so... domestic, really got me going.
"Have a good night, Ethan. Oh, and enjoy the rest of the shower, yeah?" she said knowingly, her voice almost a seductive purr. Working close quarters alone with this woman was going to get me in trouble. After that last comment, I was absolutely going to touch myself.
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The next morning, I walked the few short blocks to Darren's and already found the door unlocked at 8:53 a.m.
There were some guys working on remodeling the dining floor, but I didn't see my new boss anywhere.
"Looking for Ms. Sutherland? The supervisor asked and I nodded, looking around at the work they were doing. "She's downstairs, in the kitchen."
"Thanks," I said as I tip-toed across the pristine hardwood floor. I felt like if I stepped too heavily, I might crack a board. This was an old, beautiful building and I was glad to see the way Michelle and Darren had restored it. They must have sank a shit ton of time and money into this place.
I walked through a long hallway with a washer and dryer, and past a dumbwaiter, a few sinks, and a few metal tables pressed against the wall. I assumed this was going to be the waitstaff area.
