Good for the Soul(food) -

These stories are entirely fictional... although "inspired" by actual people and who knows... possible situations?

One afternoon, Kay decided to explore the neighborhood around Roscoe's. She had found a cute outdoor market that was open on the second Tuesday of the month, where a lot of home chefs and vendors and small businesses set up stands to try to sell their wares. She wanted to see if there was anything she could use for her own cooking, which had grown leaps and bounds since she started waiting tables and doing kitchen work again. Hey, maybe she could find something for the restaurant as well. It was proving to be a good day. She had on a flowy, bohemian white dress, her sunglasses were on top of her head, and she had a canvas shoulder bag for any new treats.

While strolling through on a sunny, warm afternoon, she bought things for authentic jerk chicken from a family of Jamaicans. She bought homemade injera from a group of Ethiopian immigrants.

"Psst!"

Kay turned around. She saw a stand with three men in their thirties working it, which seemed to be focused on a hot sauce. She was waved over.

"C'mon over here girly, no need to be modest now!" said one of the men in a notable Nigerian accent. Kay approached the booth slowly.

"Tell me girl, you work at Roscoe's, correct?"

"...yeah." Kay wasn't used to being recognized. Hell, those years in the pen made her feel invisible to the outside world.

That answer got a big smile from all three men.

"Perfect!" Olumide, as he was called, turned to his two coworkers and friends. "My uncle Tobi went there and said it was an experience like no other!" The two others snickered, and Olumide turned his attention back to Kay. "Looking at the staff in person, I can see why!"

Kay blushed.

"Listen, how would you like to take something to work to impress your boss?"

Femi came out from around the booth and put his arm around her waist and waved his hand at her.

"Come on now! I hear he's already very impressed with her! Why do you think he gives her so much attention?"

"Oh, is that what he's been giving her?" Muyiwa said with a sly grin.

Kay's complexion then ran from rosy pink to a deep red.

"Now now, gentlemen," Olumide said. "We're here to have her try this sauce!" He reached under the booth and brought out a bottle of Oh! Ata, Baby! It was a sauce derived from Obe Ata, somewhat thin in nature and with a kick that focused on flavor and not causing grievous oral damage.

"Well, we don't have any food around," Muyiwa said.

"Hmmm," Femi frowned. "Olumide, hand me that wet wipe." Olumide handed him a packet, to which Femi took out a napkin and ran it over his hands. He then got tossed a bottle, which he opened and poured some sauce on his index finger. "You try, okay?" Kay looked unsure.

"It's clean, you just saw me clean it!" Femi explained. "And besides, you want to please your boss, right? I guarantee you, and he, will love it." Kay could've sworn she heard Muyiwa mutter something under his breath, only picking up the words "pleasing" and "Roscoe."

She looked around, saw everyone mostly attending to their own affairs, slipped her sunglasses over her eyes, and dutifully lapped up the sauce. It started with a modest suck of the tip. Liking the flavor, and deciding to tease the men as much as they were teasing her, she then nibbled down the side of Femi's finger, worked her way back up to the tip, and then slowly put the first joint in her mouth, followed by the knuckle, and then opening up and swallowing the entire finger, keeping it in her mouth as she swirled her tongue around and around. She slowly kept a tight suction as she moved back, only to quickly put the whole thing in her mouth again, followed by a slow move back, another entire gulp, before eventually moving back for the last time, until just the trace of her lips were on the very end of his finger. She then softly gave his tip a gentle smack.

Putting her sunglasses back on the top of her head, she could finally notice how Femi's eyes were closed, how he was shivering standing in place, his knees slightly buckled. Below his eyes and above his knees she noticed a quite large bulge within his linen pants, and a nickle-sized wet spot at the end of it. His two coworkers were staring slackjawed at the two of them.

"Good to know I still got it," Kay thought to herself. Then out loud, she asked "so how much?"

As she walked away, all three men watched. Finally breaking the silence, Muyiwa said "Olumide, you are like a brother to me... but I would quit this job in a second if I could get a job working at her restaurant."

Olumide responded.

"Now I know why my aunt is so upset over my uncle's lunch expenses."

The next morning at work, Kay bounded in excited to show off her new discovery. Well... new to her. It was only Tyson and Daryl that day, Marcus had class. Daryl was wiping down tables while Tyson talked to him from the kitchen.

"Hey! Guess what? I found this new sauce and it tastes so good! It tastes good on everything!"

Tyson looked bemused, but didn't dampen her excitement. He had, of course, had this sauce before. He stroked his goatee.

"Anything, you say?"

"Well... certainly walked into that one."

Kay thought this as she found herself straddling Tyson in his back office, her sundress pulled down to her waist, and her breasts being licked clean. She could probably take five hourlong showers and not have her chest be as spotless as it was at this moment.

Tyson reached over to the bottle on the desk, pouring some more on her bare breasts, waiting until the sauce reached her nipples before flicking his tongue over them, then cupping one and enveloping it in his mouth and sucking the sauce off.

He took a break to give his verdict.

"This is indeed a tasty sauce you brought in. I'm a big fan!"

"I can tell," Kay replied.

He went in for more, despite there being absolutely no trace of sauce left. Realizing this, he pulled back and said with a smile "now I'm exploring the aftertaste. It's subtle, but it's in there!" And then he proceeded to again apply an airtight seal around one nipple, then the next, and intermix sucking and licking.

This went on for some time, Tyson's hands going from gently pulling at her shoulders, to rubbing her bare back, to having one around her waist while the other was either massaging one breast, or cupping the other, helping to hold it in place as he opened his mouth and flicked his tongue over a stiff nipple. Sometimes he would suck one, followed by blowing cool air on it to see how much harder it could get. Occasionally he would very lightly use his teeth to tease, mostly to leave soft marks, evidence someone was there. For her part, Kay kept her hands on Tyson's shoulders, except for on occasion when he would be focused on a particular breast, wherein she would find herself cradling his head with the closest hand, feeling his head gently move up and down or back and forth as Tyson explored.

Finally, he came up for air and made a request.

"Reach back around and see if I'm ready for my own gravy taste test."

Confused, Kay reached back and eventually felt a rock hard indicator that was now pressing against her ass. While she was focused elsewhere, Tyson must've found a way to unleash himself.

"That guy's fingers are like magic," she thought.

"Okay, now I want you to try some of this here gravy."

And then Kay was on her knees, her dress still pulled down around her waist. Tyson ambled over, putting his right hand on the back of her head while his left gripped the base of his unit.

"Open wide now," he commanded.

Tyson aimed his gravy dispenser an inch away from her mouth and fired away, his first few opening salvos hitting their mark, before the rest found home on her neck and chest.

Kay was now covered in a light sheen of sweat (among other things), and panting on her knees. Tyson, too, was breathing heavy.

"You let me know what you think of my gravy, ya hear?"

As had become tradition, Kay checked Snapchat when she got home. It was a video this time, a surprisingly long one of about thirty seconds, consisting of footage of her with her back to the camera thankfully, her bare back with one of Tyson's hands on it, while the other was clearly working over one side of her front, while his head was partially visible bending forward. Her own head was looking downward, seemingly observing his actions. As to what they were, besides the obvious visual implication, the audio consisted of the dull, monotone sound of a fan running, the unmistakable sound of sucking and lips and tongue on skin, her exhales and breathing and Tyson's noises of contentment and satisfaction. The words underneath said "Taste Test Underway!"

Then the next part found her with her mouth slightly open, shot from the philtrum down, and evidence of the encounter around her lips, chin, and chest. In the upper right corner was a dark blurry tube-shaped object. A still photo, the words said "Our Original Recipe Gravy Is Still Popular!"

Kay thought about how busy the next few days would be.