A small car with faded paint zipped across the intersection just as the light turned red. There were several honks, but it crossed without issue. The vehicle pulled into the driveway of a suburban home. An average looking white man in his mid thirties, his brown hair done up in a stylish fade, rushed out of the car to the front door. He knocked and quickly looked at his watch.
"Fuck," he swore with disappointment.
The door was opened by a very handsome man with strawberry-blond hair and a peach complexion.
"Good to see you again Matt. We expected you half an hour ago."
"I know I'm sorry Stephen," he replied in a deep voice.
"Let's get started."
"Hello Sarah," Matthew said. "Sorry."
An attractive and voluptuous blonde woman with light brown skin stood next to Stephen in an ankle length skirt and button up blouse. The first four buttons of the shirt were undone, revealing her smooth decolletage and impressive cleavage. She had plush lips and her thick mascara coated eyelashes blinked over her light brown eyes.
*
There was the sound of a door locking. Sarah and Matthew were in a small office with a fold out sofa bed.
He was taking off his blue polo and dropping his black slacks and boxers to the ground. She pulled off her panties, laid down on the bed and pulled up her skirt above her waist. His cock was already hard as he pressed it easily past her labia and into her wet interior.
"Yes," she moaned with a wan grin.
Her shiny, plump, red lips parted when she gasped as he plunged balls deep. She gripped his hips and he thrust like an animal back and forth. She moaned and when her chest heaved in the shirt, Matthew could see her frilly white bra in the space between the buttons as the fabric bunched up.
He grunted and breathed heavy until he-
* * *
Matthew added a large splash of milk into a dark drink and stirred. He added the glass to a platter of food dishes and pushed loudly out of the kitchen into the sitting area. He quickly set it upon a stand before beginning to hand out the food and drinks to those at a nearby table.
"And that's the last of it, anything missing?" he asked amiably of the two seated customers.
"This was supposed to be medium rare, this looks medium," a pale young man in a denim outfit and a sassy voice complained.
"Could I get some steak sauce?" the tan female teen across from him muttered softly. Her cropped tee revealed a flat stomach with a navel ring.
"Sure I'll bring some. Let me take that steak back to the kitchen to get it fixed up." After taking the plate Matt rushed back through the doors and sighed. "They said the steak is overcooked," he said brusquely, laying it on the counter.
"It's perfect," the man at the grill retorted. He wore a mesh net over his tied up black hair and was currently plating a pasta dish.
"I know, I know Bryan. I guess they want it rare."
"Fine I'll get another one going," he acquiesced.
"Thanks."
"Only three more hours," the cook said with anticipation.
"Not soon enough," Matthewhew sighed. "Tips have been terrible today."
"Fuckin' economy."
"Ok I have to get back out there."
"Good luck."
Matthew straightened his shirt and walked out of the kitchen towards a table where their plates looked picked clean.
"How was everything, fine?" Matthew asked the patrons.
"It was good," replied a thin man with dark ochre-colored skin.
"Any room for dessert?" he asked with a friendly smile.
* * *
There were flashes from scene to scene. First, the sound of the lock of a door, clothes hitting the floor, and grunts and cries of pleasure echoing in a small room.
Suddenly Matthew pulled out, his semen oozing out between the meaty lips of Sarah's pussy.
Then he was sitting in their kitchen across from Stephen as he was handed a check.
* * *
Matthew brought two coffees from the counter and set one in front of a woman with pixie cut black hair wearing a short sleeve button up and dark denim pants.
"Thanks," she said warmly.
"Least I could do," Matthew said.
"Yes," she said with a deadpan expression.
"Are you serious?" Matthew laughed.
"I mean not really... kinda," she smiled.
"Michelle," Matthew chuckled. "I don't know you well enough for you to make jokes like that."
"That's how we get to know each other."
"Yeah, I guess."
"Still, it's not like this is something long term," she said with a wan smile.
"True." There was a long pause. "So how was Vegas?"
"Great."
"Really? What did you do?"
"I played a lot of poker."
"And you did well?"
"Yeah, pretty good. I ended up winning enough to pay for our trip."
"Nice."
"So you're a good poker player? You win a lot?"
