"It's not cleaning."
Boss's voice cuts through the haze of your mind, low and amused. The teasing lilt of his words, followed by Eva's breathless laugh, makes your stomach flutter. The sweet and utterly wrecked sound is muffled by her thighs bracketing you like a vice. Her soft, pale skin presses tighter around your head as she shifts atop the wooden bar.
"It is," she insists, rich with mischief. Her fingers slide to the back of your head, long nails dragging over your scalp. It sends jolts down your spine. The sensation bites in a way that makes your hands clutch her flesh harder, desperate to keep her in place.
And fuck, she is not wrong, by the way.
You should be cleaning up the mess from the night, wiping off the tables, collecting glasses, and mopping the floor, but instead, you are bent over, face buried in the vampire's soaked cunt. You are feasting on her like a starved thing, mouth slick with her desire and the mingled, musky tang of everyone she fucked tonight. She tastes like sex. Like lust. Like sweat and heat. You drag your tongue up the drenched seam of her slit, pausing to circle her clit until she shudders above you, breath catching in her throat, and when you dip back down, sliding into her dripping, clenching hole, she lets out a sharp gasp, rocking her hips forward and grinding against your face. She is using you, taking what she wants, and you lap up everything she gives, moaning and trembling in her hold.
"I didn't mean cleaning you," Boss rumbles, voice thick but lacking any irritation. You can feel him getting closer. Each heavy step of his hooves sends a faint tremor through the floor, rattling right up your knees and making your stomach coil in anticipation.
You glance up at Eva through your lashes just in time to catch her shrug. She meets your gaze with a wicked smirk, fangs catching the low light of the pub. "Are you complaining?"
There is a pause before Boss's massive hands find their way to your hips. His palms are broad and warm as they grip you tightly. His fingers dig into your flesh just for a second before he shoves your skirt up around your waist, bunching the already-wrinkled fabric even higher. It's a crumpled, useless mess now, soaked at the hem, reeking of sweat, sex, and spilled drinks.
"If you girls don't finish soon, I will." But he doesn't sound impatient. Far from it. Instead, his hands roam over your ass. His thick fingers spread you open to get a proper look, and a low, pleased grunt escapes him as he watches your cunt glisten, juices smeared down your thighs. His thumb drags through your folds, smearing your slick across your skin even more.
"Messy little thing," the minotaur mutters.
The light stroke of his fingers makes your whole body twitch. Your hips jerk at the contact, and Eva laughs, tightening her hold on you.
"She's sensitive," Eva purrs with mock sympathy as she presses herself harder against your mouth. Her folds are flushed and slick, practically dripping for you, and she makes sure you feel every twitch of her cunt on your tongue. "She had a busy night too."
"Yeah," Boss grunts behind you while one of his fingers presses in just enough to make your breath stutter and your back arch. He is testing you, teasing you while his other hand spreads you wider to admire the view. "I saw it."
Of course he did.
You are the new girl. A new toy to show off, to pass around and play with, and no one lets you forget it. You have spent more time sprawled across the sticky tables and bouncing on laps than you did serving drinks. Your throat is raw from moaning and sucking, thighs trembling from being held open for hours. They have eaten you out with fangs and tusks grazing your sensitive skin, fucked you with claws gripping your hips, filled you to the brim, and left you dripping. Your uniform is long since ruined; ripped and stained. It clings to your overworked body in damp patches and torn seams. Even now, every inch of you aches, muscles twitching from the endless, relentless use.
And yet, still, your body responds.
You whimper around Eva's swollen cunt, tongue still flicking, still lapping at the taste of her arousal mixed with the lingering traces of others. Her pussy is soaked. The heat of her need practically burns against your face as you drink her down like it's the only thing you were made for. You nose her clit and drag your tongue up over her pussy as her hips roll with a satisfied hum.
Behind you, Boss keeps playing. His finger pushes deeper now. The slow stretch makes you tremble as he circles inside you with practiced ease. He knows you are sore, fucked-out and used, and it only makes him more deliberate. He wants to feel all of it; the tremble in your thighs, the flutter of your hole, the way your body clenches around even the smallest push.
"If your pussy can make me cum in under five minutes," Boss offers, "you can stay home tomorrow. Gods know, you need it."
Eva gasp. It's half a breathy moan and half outrage while her thighs tense around your head. "What about me?" Her hips still rock against your mouth, her need overriding her offense.
