All characters in this story that engage in sexual activities are over 18 years old.
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An orange flash. The pitter patter of the constant rain on the ground, and above all the silent hum of traffic flowing by Lon's usual guilty pleasure spot. An Alleyway out of site from the street and hard to access allowed him calm respite from his current tumultuous job. Respite enough to enjoy his one true sin, the one that others aimlessly disapproved of; and how they would disapprove. With his lips wrapping around the sweet white rod, pulling it into his hot mouth on a cold dreary day.
"Goddesses on high I Love this." He silently exclaimed to himself as he exhaled a long slow gasp of bright red smoke from his cigarette. Well, what did you think he was doing?
As he stood under the awning his sighed out the last bit of his cigarette and smooshed it with his foot before going back inside. Stopping briefly to glance up at the castle in the sky, its peaks reaching into the clouds and infinitely beyond.
Lon took this job specifically for this view for he knew someday he would serve the Crystal Empress and her Queens, someday. For now, he stepped back inside the back door of the restaurant his slender frame groaning as he pulled closed the rusty heavy door closed.
'Lon!!" Bellowed the voice of the greasy surly restaurant owner.
"I thought I told you to clean up the-" he was cut off as Lon interjected.
"The pots from the lunch rush as well as the fancy plates for tonight's 'Special Guest'. Both done and done. Just finished a smoke and I'm starting on the dishes from the early dinner rush chef!" Lon said in his quippy fake but not too fake happy smile. For he did love helping people. Serving them on nights that were particularly busy and often bereft of any social decorum, and when things got especially, rough.
Though tonight something felt different. Things were going too well. The Burnt soup that usually took him to clean out of the pot came out with ease. The prep went by just as swiftly and the remaining dishes seemed to almost wash all on their own. His usual pattern of work kept him occupied most of the time so he chalked it up to that. It wasn't until he heard the familiar ring of the attention bell that he snapped out of his routine.
'Okay ladies and gents, tonights the night. Once a year we sell a ticket to a high profile customer, someone that gets the full course of our menu and blah blah blah" The Head chef's words droned on in Lon's head as he didn't pay attention and simply kept working.