When you're working day in and day out of a restaurant, there is a certain sacrifice that you have to make. Not only do you have to become thick-skinned and let certain imbeciles talk down on you, but your physical aura gets damaged.
I typically do my job in the same uniform every day of a workweek. Then the following week will consist of a different set of a black shirt and black pants combo. This cycle will continue to repeat itself until my laundry day arrives.
Certain smells of frying oil, raw meat, and alcohol are ingrained in the fibers of your clothes as you walk around for several hours each shift. One may ascertain that your clothes are then imposed to collect a week's worth of horrid smells. And unfortunately for Tony, this day was the culmination of that pent-up stink.
"Are you nervous about me seeing you naked?" Tony asked.
In no way was I nervous of him seeing me naked. His endearing demeanor flattered me to the core. I desired to be naked with Tony. I desired to enhance the energy that we've created.
"No that's not it," I cringed. "I just kind of...?"
"Have a gut?" Tony was treading lightly. I could sense that he genuinely did not want to ruin the moment. "'Cause if you do then there's absolutely no issue with that."
"It's not that," I explained smiling and lowering my voice in shame, "I just kind of stink?"
He let out a slight chuckle and breathed heavily over my face. My hands remained resting on the curvature of his plump muscled ass. He brought me in closer to his concrete chest, allowing me to bask in the sweaty scent emanating from his skin.
"Well, I guess we'll just need to take a shower then, won't we?" He cheekily muttered.
He picked up the bathrobe belt from the floor, undid the loops, and wrapped it around my neck, lassoing me into his embrace. Like a leashed dog he escorted me upstairs toward the second floor.
The water pressure punched the bathroom floor powerfully. A warm steam began to douse the room, slowly fogging up the mirror by the sink. The reflection in the mirror catches my attention.
It changes your definition of "big" to be standing next to Tony, a towering mountain of muscle. I'm the tallest of all my coworkers, which says a lot because I'm about as tall as a refrigerator.
Tony smiles as he peers at me through the mirror. His massive frame is far larger than mine. As he puts his arms around me and runs his kisses over my neck, the buttons on my shirt come loose.
He groaned, "You see that, Danny? You see all of this muscle?" I let out a deep groan as his pecs started to bounce and press against my upper back.
We stood shirtless next to each other, a distinct tone between his caramel skin and my dull complexion that did not receive any sunlight. His shredded stout was brilliantly accentuated by the steam in the air.
His abs were all shiny and looked like they had just come out of the oven. The veins in his arms were all glittering with vascularity. His teardrop-shaped quads seemed three times larger due to their roundness. He bounced his nipples teasingly, his thick chest dripping water from them.
"Flex for me Danny," he said.
I laughed nervously not even trying to raise my arms.
"C'mon!" He sneered.
My biceps curled to the best of my ability. Tony then flexed his biceps letting out a large sound.
