It Gets Strange After Midnight

Group, breeding, strangers, mild BDSM, friends, public, kink.

I was wishing I was home with my game console, but I need to make rent, took this nightshift to pay the bills. Nightshift sucked, almost no custom, so boring.

Three of us on, one at drive-thru, me on the register and the shift-leader, a nice round Latino lady. Plenty to look at, to fill the idle hours.

"So boss, gonna be pretty quiet tonight?"

Amelia Jemez, she shook her head.

"Most days it gets dead around 11. But Thursdays, around here it picks up after midnight."

"The bars close?" I said that, but didn't believe it - the bars close at 2AM?

Nope.

"Lots of... specialty clubs in this neighborhood. They meet Thursdays, do their business then some of them stop in on the way home."

Gotta be sketchy clubs, this neighborhood was not the best. Train tracks a block to the south, warehouse district to the north.

This was office-space and small retail, but not the fancy stuff. Tire shops and vacuum repair, knitting stores and thrift stores.

What comes in when the fancy places leave for some other gentrified district.

"Who meets in the back of a carpet wholesaler?"

"You'd be surprised. It can get strange in here, after midnight. You'll see.

"Just... don't get weirded out? Don't spazz? OK? These are good people and good customers. Really helps the bottom line, the extra Thursday night business, the difference between doing well, hiring extra night staff," and here she gave me a strong look, she meant Me!

"The difference between that and circling the drain."

"Sure, ok. I can handle it. Any extra duties? Thursday Night Specials?"

"A couple; I'll teach you as they come up. And there's a little extra closing duties - we have to mop the entire place, the floor, the tables, the walls."

"The walls?" I was gonna ask some more but a school bus pulled in, looks like soccer kids, maybe thirty and we were busy for an hour getting them sorted.

Nice kids! Happy, they'd won their away game and were celebrating with burgers and cheese sticks. I worked the shake machine non-stop, they were hungry!

Amelia put down fries by the bag, had a dozen patties on the flat-top at all times. We got the job done, me and Amelia and Esu, the immigrant guy on drive-thru, he covered everything else while we struggled to keep up with a horde of ravenous girls.

Once they'd loaded up and cleared out I did Welcome! bin duty, pulling out the overfilled trash bins, clearing the tables of trash, tying it all up and dragging four bags out to the dumpster.

Took a moment in the parking lot, lit up a stubbie and took a long drag. Should be quiet for a while, midnight was ninty minutes away yet.

Saw some cars down the block, some people moving around down there. Cops? Some uniforms anyway. And there's a fireman. Must be an accident.

And a guy in a tux but with shorts. Some strange neckwear, were those ladies leading those guys on leashes?

OK, a role-play club! That's what Amelia was hinting at. No worries, I'd seen that stuff on porn, nothing I couldn't handle.

And maybe a little jerk-off afterward when I get home, with all that to fantasize about.

It did get slow, and after the allotted time I went to clear the heat-lamp food, it's timed out, too long under the IR.

And Amelia said Wait!

"It's no good, dried out."

She put a hand on mine, stopped me. "Trust me on this."

Ooookay, that was a code violation but I was the student and she is the master so I'll just watch and learn.

Nobody after that, not until midnight. Then they started to drift in, in small groups.

The first was, I thought, a cop with a perp in handcuffs. A prostitute, clearly, by the clothes, the hard mean look and the attitude. Mostly the attitude.

She came in meekly enough, in cuffs and he's prodding her. Into the airlock and she makes her move. Slips around him, she's small and fast and he's big and strong, got the outer door back open when he grabbed her, stopped her.

By the cuffs, behind her back, and just raises them up. Brings her up short, an eeek and she's bent over, elbows locked, helpless, struggling, dangling, hurting.

He gets her turned around, lowers her enough so she can stand. And slaps her, hard!

I was ready to, I don't know, call the cops? That was unnecessary roughness. Her face turns red where he smacked her, not gonna leave a mark, aren't they always careful to leave no mark?

He steers her through the door, to the counter and says Biggie meal! For her? She'd never finish it. Must be for him.

"Anything for the lady?" and he smiles, a mean cruel smile, looks at her and she snarls.

"Nah, she ate in the car."

What did that mean? Sucked him off most likely, trying to get a free pass. Didn't work.

She was a swallower, I learned that much.

He gets her sat in a booth, facing the counter, sits on the outside, she can't get away without going over or under.

Amelia has it ready in a moment, I take it out, full service tonight. Unload the tray, go back to the counter to see how this plays out.

So he unwraps, starts in on the burger, she's glaring at him, not repentent at all. Gets a crafty look, darts her head forward, still cuffed, takes some fries in her mouth, tries to chew them.

He slaps her again! Her head snaps around, fries go flying, another red spot.

"Bitch! Mind your manners."

"I'm hungry!"

So he takes a handful of fries, she opens her mouth and he shoves them in, stuffs her full! She's struggling, gagging, he's got one hand on the back of her head, his fingers in there, mashing them around.

Lets her loose and she hangs her head, works most of it out, tonguing it onto the table. Looks up, hochs and spits on him! Fry chunks, strings of saliva, the works, right on his shirt front.

He looks down, mad now. Thinks about it, pops the top off his drink, fishes out a handful of ice. With one hand pulls her whore-top down, a stretchy boob-band, barely covers anything, just her nipples really, dumps the ice in.

Lets the top snap back, pats it down, getting a good handful of tit as he does it. Just munging them around, nice tits from what I saw.

She arches her back, oooh! Then suddenly they're kissing, his hand behind her head, lots of tongue, heavy breathing.

Oh. All ok. This is their deal, their role-play, nothing to do here.

Was that sexy? I don't know; not really my thing but I can see where it would appeal to some. Maybe appeals to Amelia, I sense her standing beside me.

"Sometimes, she's the cop." Just that, no judgement, just amused, watching.

Regulars! That's how it's gonna go, pervs come and go tonight and Amelia just rolls with it, takes their money and watches the show.

I can do that.

Four guys next, tough, followed by one skeletal gal, topless, panties, almost no tits! Just little triangular flaps, nipples about as big as the rest.

Biggie meals for them and a diet coke for her. She waits, patient, sipping. I find that tiny-titted big-nippled topless skeletal is sexy; my dick does anyway.

Nothing else going on there, my attention wanders.

Guy arrives with a normal, just some gal in a blouse and skirt, sensible shoes. He's in dirty boxers, nothing else, feet grimy from the street. On a leash, hands up by his chin, curled, like an animal. A pet?

"Double cheeseburger with bacon, Doctor Peeper. And a sub-special."

I looked to Amelia; she was on it. No comment about the shoes, even though the no-shirt-no-shoes-no-service sign was right there.

"How do I ring that up?"

"Under specials" and it was, the Sub Special, three forty-nine. Cheapest special by half! And Amelia had a tray with her meal already, and was stuffing those dried-out expired burgers into a takeout bag. Dumped a bag of fries in, not in a box, just dumped. Pulled a half-shake, vanilla, dumped that in too! Good thing the bags are wax-lined.

Brought it to the counter, I went to pass it over but she wasn't done. Got another tray, lay that sub special on the counter and smashed it with the tray! Just mashed down, twisted, put her weight into it, crushed the living shit out of it.

Peeled the tray off, re-closed the bag, some shake had squirted out the top, handed it over with a smile. The sub took it, excited, salivating.

Sheeeit. What gets some guys off. More power to him I guess. Well, to her anyway.

One of the four big guys is about done with his biggie meal and she makes her move, kneels, ziiip! and takes out a shlong, big! Sucks him down, bobbing, working, saliva and two hands, it takes two hands. About half of him goes in, even though she's clearly swallowing it, deep throat.

He's ignoring her, just eating his last broken fries, dipping them in ketchup when she gets him off, his hips arch up, he tenses and his eyes close. She follows, gags on it, jammed in there now and rippling, cumming. And she swallows. All of it.

Almost all. Spills some, a last splut as she comes off him, scrambles forward like a cum-seeking jizz-hound, licks it off the vinyl seat, doesn't miss a drop, scrupulous, careful. Hungry.

Then on to the next guy around the table, just shuffles on her knees, he notices, uncrosses his knees, gives her access, like it's a routine. Otherwise paying no attention, slurping up his shake, stirring with the straw and telling some story.

Esu is having a discussion with a drive-up, loud. A lady at drive-up, head way up high, not in a vehicle. Guy below, she must be very tall, a head taller than him.

Esu says Sorry ma'am! No walk-ups at the drive-up window. Will you please come in to the counter?

I'm not walking! she says, annoyed. She clearly was?

Esu is adamant. Only drive-up at this window! State law Ma'am. We can get you anything you need at the counter.

All true, we could get in trouble for that, lose our jobs.

She huffs, they move on, strangely in sync, together.

Come in the takeout door in the corner, meant for running slow food out to waiting cars. And I see now why they move in sync.

He's in some sort of mad-max leather gear, straps and studded collar, hairy and strong. A leather harness, she's in it, on his back, legs through loops, feet in stirrups. Riding him! Naked. Sweet, her back, her butt are on full display, strong and sexy.

A little leather switch in one hand, a leash? No, reins, he's got piercings in his ears, she has colorful woven cords running to studs, holds the ends in one hand, guides him with that.

Occasionally switches his rump or his thighs with the leather, to hurry him along. He startles, twitches when she does that.

Amelia takes this one, they know each other. "Sorry about Esu. He can be a stickler for the rules. You know men" and they laugh easy together.

Skinny emaciated chick is on her third guy, the men continue talking and laughing, only pausing to grunt and cum. She eats it all, thorough.

Sips from the coke from time to time, to clear her palate? Cum is slimy, gummy, stringy. Take a lot of sips to get all that down.

Amelia is back at the counter, served up that last lady who pranced off with her ride, her mount.

"I think she lives on it. On cum. Only thing she ever eats here."

Wow. Just, wow. She looks pretty good, healthy, good color, just not a lot of fat.

In fact no fat, none at all. Every muscle, every bone, every sinew in sharp relief.

Maybe she was onto something there, the jizz-diet!

Gotta get more than four guys-worth I figure. Just a few tablespoons of cum a day? Unless they're different from most men. She's got to be servicing what? A dozen men? Thirty? More? And her jaw does look strong, the most muscle on that than anywhere else.

While horsey-rider feeds her guy, bits from her palm that he picks up with his lips, and I swear he whinny's for another, I clean up tables. Skeletor is on her last guy, his dick way down her throat, guzzling and gagging, shiny spots in her hair, must have had quite a spew.

One hand in her panties, slitching hard. Gonna cum, and I figure out why the mops would be needed for closing. Girl-cum, she was gonna just let it fly.

But, the walls? That doesn't make sense but then she shlucks off him, stands, pulls her panties to one side, juts her hips forward, closes her eyes and lets loose with a massive stream of pussy-juice, hoses down the guys, the table! And the wall, paints it with her spray, a silent display of orgasmic squirting cum-whore.

Falls forward onto the table, her tiny flaps of tits getting ketchup on them, fainted?

One of the guys starts kissing her face, her neck while another gets up, gets behind her and just sliiiids his long semi-hard dick into her cunt, begins slow strokes, her entire body lurching with each stroke, he's not being gentle.

She doesn't respond, like she's unconscious or asleep or dead. Tits are mashed into the formica, stretched out, down then up as her body moves forward and back, smearing ketchup on the table in long tit-sized streaks.

Just fuckmeat for his cock, the guy conversation never stopped or even paused, they're on about a game, the betting odds, who's out injured, who's off their stats. While they fuck and fondle their unconscious sweetmeat fucktoy.

My cock twitched. I didn't know that about myself, I have a thing about helpless women being used? OK, learning a lot tonight.

Two twenty-something gals come in, one with a butch haircut in a party dress, not a lot of shape, mostly muscle but the dress makes her size-As look pretty good.

The other one, lipstick and hair done up, sparkly earrings, high high heels. Legs in expensive nylons, tiny short skirt and nothing else under there but shaved pussy, that's obvious when she moves her legs which is all the time, she's almost prancing on those heels.

(S)he orders, asks the doll what she wants, gets a giggle and a whisper in the ear, a smile, Later. Order two Mexi-burgers, extra jalapenos.

They get their tray and sit in the corner.

I see out the window, three chicks arrive in the parking lot, separate, get out but don't come in. Meet, some distance between them, strangers? Then two square off, the third holding something. Stopwatch?

Suddenly they're stripping off their tops, shake hands. Then they're moving, side to side, circling each other, one takes a jab, the other easily dodges, returns a combo, gets her in a boob, the stomach.

Ooh! she felt that! Opens up some space, careful now. Darts right, left, left and closes, gets in a glancing blow to the head.

Other gal grabs her by the hair and they're grappling, handful of tit, pony tail, arm, gets her teeth on a forearm, bites and a scream!

Struggles, tries to stop the pain, punching her in the face, like a jackhammer, gets her off her arm. Swings her by hair, throws her to ground, all while dripping something from that arm - blood!

Ref holds her back, counting, the other girls is down.

She struggles up, nose bleeding freely, nods to ref and they're back to circling.

Jesus fucking Crist - somebody could get hospitalized! But Amelia has seen it, doesn't react, just stocking napkins and watching occasionally.

The lezzies are still eating, side by side, each with one hand up the others' skirt, clearly fingering each other. Watching the fight? No, eyes on each other. Nobody is looking at the fight, I guess it's too common, not anybody's business how those bitches settle their differences.

Butch's face flushes, not from the Mexi-burger I'm sure. Ready to cum.

Eating, slurping, frigging fast then faster then the burgers drop, they clutch and kiss and orgasm together. I see a stream of cum-juice running off the plastic bench seat, streaming from their red slots, drooling onto the floor.

Lezzie exhibitionists! My favorite kind. Twice the fun.

I have a full stiffie now, getting uncomfortable. Maybe I should rub one out in the break room. Or get somebody to do it for me.

The boxing pair have finished, both bleeding, ref calls it. Shake hands and back in their cars, drive away. Who won? How was it scored? Have to ask Amelia later.

Its slow for a time, emptying out, the four guys carry their fuckdoll out over one shoulder, no problem, she can't weigh for shit. The lezzie couple leave without finishing, got plans at home? Or out in the parking lot, or the mall, who knows, the night is young.

Then in come a series of costumed freaks, all female, very female, plastic and fake leather and knits. I like the knits because they're all too small and stretchy so you can see tit, see nipple, see cunt, some sizeable bushes under there, hair poking through the knit like a chia pet.

Order lots of food, the most expensive stuff, credit cards and debit cards, no cash, must be slumming. Their money is all good.

They sit in a group in the corner, laugh and talk and exchange knitting patterns, admire the costumes, talk glue vs tape, how to carve vinyl, crafty stuff. One peels off a top to show the stitching, not a particle of shyness, tits exposed and her buddy touching, feeling - no abrasion! How do you do it?

Not a lot of eating, they're excited, this is their club night and they're with their people, not wasting the chance to share and show off.

God that looks good. To have people, get together, share. Wish I had something like that in my life. Guess I'd have to have something I cared about, something I could get into and learn and talk about.

My game console suddenly didn't seem as appealing.

Biker dude, his lady come in, I heard the hog arrive and they smell like road and exhaust and sex, I can smell it from behind the counter. Order, lumber back to a booth, they're both big people.

Harsh laughing, they light up cigarettes but Amelia says, "It's OK on Thursday night, nothing is off-limits tonight."

Clearly.

Skinheads come in, severe piercings and tats and scars, a feral pack and I start to sweat. Amelia smiles, steps up to the counter, "Can I help you?"

And they start in Amelia! How are you honey! Beautiful night sweetheart! The moonlight makes your eyes so bright! and she's all All right, stick to business horndogs, will it be the usual?

And they're all Sure and Thanks but for one who hangs around, shy and wanting to say more but just gives his order, stares lovestruck as she gathers his Cali Salad and Veggie Burger, rings it up.

He pays, tries to hold her hand when she takes his bills but she slithers out, "All right Derek, eat your greens" and he blushes, retreats, his razor blades jingling against the industrial bar through his cheeks. His gaze never leaves her, he stares, taking tiny bites, only here as an excuse to perve on Amelia.

"Harmless. College kids, in the Design Institute, all for show."

Well they nailed that style! Looked fierce, dangerous, edgy. Hope it was for a grade, they deserve an A+.

And Amelia doesn't go in for college boys. Nice to know. Maybe I have a chance. Probably not; she's the boss and that never ends well.

Three girls come in, don't order food, go to the back of the dining room and just strip! Stuff their clothes in a duffel. Cute as shit, not teens, not thirty, something in between. Bigger knockers, nice butts, maintained cunts, neat.

Kneel on the back bench seat, boobs to the window, visible to the world outside. Hollering insults over their shoulders to the crowd.

Pansy fuckers! Dickless dweebs! Don't know what to do with a cunt when it's right in front of you!

Stuff like that, challenging.

The smell hits me, from clear across the shop - cunt. These gals are fertile, ovulating, you can smell that thick fuck-me scent just rising from them like fog off a swamp.

Do they have condoms? So far nobody had condoms. Where would they keep them? They're bare-assed, bare-butted, bare tits and belly and cunt, legs, legs for miles. I almost stuck my hand in my pants and jerked off right there, all that skin.

This was hot. Bare breeding, strangers, in public, in my store. Right in front of me, of the whole place, these bitches wanted to be knocked up. Taunting, daring somebody to step up and baby-fuck them.