Fast Food

Fast food

Daniel timidly walked up to the counter at Chicken Filet, a local fast food establishment on campus he had applied to over the summer. He had been hired with the condition his start date coincided with the semester starting for the university. He had only just a day or so prior moved into his dorm, 100 miles away from home. Now completely on his own, he had a job and a whole new place to live.

The blonde girl in a polo and black hat addressed him as he walked up, "Hi there, welcome to Chicken Filet, how can I help you?"

"Um, I'm actually supposed to work here. Is the manager Emily around?"

The cashier eyeballed Daniel and then said "Suuure, let me get her."

A short while later, Daniel was outfitted in his own black polo shirt and black hat. His nametag would take a couple days to arrive, but that was ok. He was shuffled around to the front counter again with Emily giving him the tour.

"So, this is what we call 'front of house'. It's the area with the cashiers, drink machines, and registers." Daniel looked around and saw the rows of drink cups stashed under the counter, along with the window to the kitchen area where the food would pass through to be served.

The blonde cashier from earlier gave him a sly smile and mentioned she looked forward to working with him. "I hope we have similar schedules. You seem like you need some help learning."

Moving on, Emily took him to the other side of the building where the kitchen equipment was housed. "This is the back of the house area. Here is where all the fryers, coolers, and food preparation happens." Daniel was acknowledged and introduced to several members of the cooking crew. They all seemed pretty chill, plus they were allowed to play music back here.

Emily took Daniel back into her office to finalize his schedule to work around classes and such.

"So, you are going to work nights on Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays for now." Daniel just nodded along. It was all fine to him, as long as it worked with his class schedule. He was new to town and didn't have any friends yet anyways.

The next shift, he was to shadow the cashiers in the front of house area to learn that job. It was important at this establishment that people be able to float around if needed, so he didn't have a set location or role quite yet. The same blonde cashier from before was here again. She smiled warmly at Daniel, as she was tasked with training him.

"I was hoping I would get to train you! You seem like you could use a friend!"

She leaned over across Daniel to reach the cups on the other side of him. She could have gone around him, but doing this allowed her to press her breasts against his arm momentarily. After this, she taught him on the register, showing him what buttons did what. She seemed to take great joy in holding his hand to move his finger to the right buttons, as she pressed herself against him from behind.

Daniel was aware of her coming onto him. He was no stranger to that. He was just happy he had a job to pay his bills as he started college. Having a little female attention while doing so was just a bonus.

After some instruction, Chloe moved on and went back to her own register. Several hours went by and employees came and went, as everyone worked odd hours due to class schedules. As it got later, the closing shift started to trickle in.

Daniel was taking the order of a customer, when in the middle of doing so, a loud noise came from behind the door to the kitchen.

"WHY ARE THESE FRYERS SO DIRTY?" a female voice yelled. "I am sick and TIRED of opening shift not cleaning up their shit!"

Curious to see who has caused such a ruckus, Daniel started to poke his head into the back only to be met with the door slamming outward directly into his face. He pulled back immediately, assuming he would be in much trouble from whoever was coming through, only to be met with a 5'4" dark haired, maybe 100lb soaking wet woman. She pushed past him without apologizing and continued her tirade about the first shift ruining the fryers.

Daniel was completely enamored though. He watched as the fiery little woman walked up and down, waving her arms around angrily. It was hard not to think she was adorable though. Her small size meant all the clothing was baggy on her, and the long sleeve shirt she wore under the uniform polo slipped past her hands as she gestured around. This caused her to flap around empty sleeves until she pushed them back up. Her glasses slipped down her nose and intermittently she had to push them back up.

Eventually she caught him gawking at her and simply rolled her eyes, before pushing her way back into the kitchen.

"Who is that?" Daniel asked.

Chloe replied, "Oh. That's Millie. She's the shift lead for the closers."

"Is-is she always that angry?" Chloe seemed annoyed with the attention no longer on her, but she replied "Yes, she is an awful person. You'd best steer clear. Anyways, do you want to help me check the freezer stock?"

Chloe led Daniel down to the store rooms below the building. It was dark and not quite musty but not quite fresh smelling either. Chloe opened the freezer door and started to hand him various food items to hold as she dug through the inventory, checking to make sure everything was in order and labeled.

"So, when do you get off tonight?" Chloe asked over her shoulder at Daniel.

"Emily wants me to stay for the closing shift tonight so I know what it's like. I think I'll be working that anyway, since it works best around my classes."

Chloe seemed annoyed at this information and replied, "Well have fun with the bitch upstairs. I was hoping we'd get to spend more time together. You're cute. I get off in a few minutes."

Chloe brushed past him and didn't say another word as they went back upstairs. As they popped back into the kitchen, the fry cook yelled out, "Hey Chloe, got you a new plaything I see?"

Darrel was an older man that had greasy hair and apron with a gut that jiggled as he shook the fry basket. His grin at the two of them let Daniel know this man likely had some great stories.

Chloe muttered something about never being able to have fun and stormed off to clock out.

Darrel slapped his hand on Daniel's shoulder while saying "Hey everyone, I think this is our new helper for closing! You're gonna love it, bud. Emily doesn't stick around past 5 and neither does her teacher's pet, Chloe. They're both uppity cunts."

"Darrel! I don't like them either, but you can't be talking like that to our new helper, you dipshit. You're going to scare him off and we will be short staffed again." The stern woman from before was back, now moving down the kitchen inspecting everyone's work and taking note of what needs restocking.

The rest of the night Daniel spent his time cleaning, restocking, and helping whoever needed it as he learned the different roles.

Once the restaurant closed the doors and the kitchen was all cleaned and restocked for the next day, the team lined up to clock out. Unfortunately, Daniel's employee number hadn't been activated yet, so he would have to wait on Millie to clock him out as she was the supervisor on duty.

However, Millie was lingering in the store room still counting boxes and making sure correct quantities could be reordered by Emily the next day. Daniel walked up behind her as she was lost in thought counting.

As she bent and twisted reading box labels, Daniel couldn't help but watch her tight body move beneath the baggy clothes. He silently appreciated the small curves of her ass when the pants tightened as she bent over, or the glimpse of her hip bones poking up from her waistband when she pulled a box off the shelf above her head.

Suddenly she turned and noticed him checking her out. Her pale cheeks instantly turned beet red in embarrassment and anger from being observed in such a way. "What are you doing? Don't stare at me like that, you pervert. Anyways, what do you need? Aren't you supposed to be home by now?"

Daniel apologized and explained about his need to be clocked out by a manager. A short time later, Millie was locking the door as they walked separate ways to go home. Apparently, Millie was only a few years older than him and had an apartment near campus. Daniel lived in the university housing dorm building a short walk away.

He collapsed in his bed shortly after getting a shower and thinking about his day at work. Chloe seemed nice, but he didn't really like blondes that much, and he wouldn't be working with her much anymore anyways, since she worked day shift. The other employees seemed pretty fun, and getting to play music in the kitchen while closing was cool. His mind kept coming back to Millie though. Thinking about what she really looks like under those clothes, as he drifted off to sleep.

The next day, Daniel awoke to his alarms, still tired from yesterday. He slowly got ready for class, and eventually made it through the day thanks to some energy drinks.

Later that night, he clocked into the restaurant as the day shift left. Fortunately, his number worked this time. He didn't dare chance another confrontation with Millie.

The night went by fairly smoothly; the only hiccup being Millie scolding him for not salting the fries enough. That only resulted in Darrel and some of the other cooks making comments about how Millie's personality was plenty salty.

"Daniel, come help me move around and carry some things up from downstairs." Millie stood at the stairwell with hands on her hips, with a look that says "and don't even try to stare this time."

Daniel, a short time later, wiped the sweat off his face and asked Millie, "So why am I moving this stuff around? I feel like I keep moving stuff from one side of the room to the other."

"Maybe you are," Millie said with a smirk.

"I thought it'd only be fair that I get to sit and watch you work this time. Besides, sweat suits you well. You've done good though, let's get what we actually need out of the cooler and go back up."

The cooler was a tight squeeze with them both in there. Daniel held the few items they needed, while his supervisor checked her list. Her breath billowed out in small puffs in front of her. As Daniel watched, his eyes drifted downwards towards her chest. Sharply poking through her shirt, her nipples were visible, almost begging him to reach out and squeeze them. He realized she must not wear a bra with breasts that small. The thought of her breasts being just out of sight behind her shirt started to arouse him. Soon he felt his pants tighten, as blood flowed into his penis. He panicked, as his arms were still full of things he couldn't set down and no way to readjust himself to hide his erection.

Millie noticed him staring at her pointed nipples and gave him a scowl. "You just can't help yourself, can you? I'd almost believe moving all those boxes around was worth it to you."

Daniel replied with a smile. "The cold suits you well, Millie."

Millie glanced down and her eyes widened a little as she saw the outline of his penis. It was clear he was decently well hung, average length but thick.

The flustered supervisor quickly tried to pass by Daniel, her ass brushing against his crotch as she scooted past. As she did, she knocked some things out of Daniel's hands and tripped. Daniel reached out to catch her and also stumbled. Soon they were laying in a jumble of arms, legs, and various ingredients. Faces inches apart, they shared a moment of tension before heavy footsteps sounded on the stairs outside the cooler.

"Rolling around with the new boy in the storeroom, Millie? I thought that was Chloe's job!" Darrel laughed heartily, as he helped them up and carried some supplies back upstairs, yelling out to the other cooks, "I'm getting tired of all these young people. All they do is screw and screw around."

Millie and Daniel locked up that night without further comment; choosing to avoid discussing the embarrassing incident.

Later that night, Millie and Daniel laid in their beds thinking about the interaction they had earlier.

Millie couldn't help but think about the way she brushed against his cock before falling. She desperately wondered what it looked like and if it was truly as big as it felt.

Daniel lay awake, unable to sleep, thinking about Millie and how nice it had been in those few moments she laid on top of him earlier that day. Her warm body was a stark contrast to the cold cooler floor on his back. He wondered if her skin was as soft as he thought under those baggy clothes.

"How's it going, lovebirds? Gonna fuck in the attic today or do you have a different spot picked out?" Darrel started in on them again after clocking in.

Millie turned angrily and shouted, "That is not what happened. I told you already, I tripped and fell on him."

"Yeah, yeah, whatever you kids call it these days..." Darrel said over his shoulder, as he walked away chuckling.

Millie had Daniel at the dish station tonight. Everyone had to rotate in through as the dishwasher once a week. It broke up the monotony of the job and saved them from having to hire a dedicated dishwasher.

Unfortunately, the opening shift had left a mountain of dishes before leaving. Daniel was swamped with more than enough to keep him busy, so he put his headphones in and got busy. As the night wore on, he realized he would need to stay a little late to get everything done. If they left a mess for day shift and Emily saw, she would have their heads.

Millie started to do her last checks after everyone started to leave. She found Daniel still scrubbing away at his last few pans and bowls. Completely lost in his music, she watched him work. The water dripping down his muscular forearms as he moved around caught her attention. Her eyes traveled down the veins of his arm, lingering on a few scars and blemishes along the way. Suddenly, she started to imagine those rough arms throwing her around and holding her up.

Then, she was sprayed in the face with water. "HEY! What the hell?" Millie sputtered, as Daniel sprayed her again with the sink hose.

"Can't a man wash dishes without being eye fucked?" He grinned, enjoying the sight of Millie's mascara running and her now wet shirt clinging to her breasts.

"I wasn't staring! I was coming to tell you everyone left and you can go home! Now I'm all wet and it's cold outside." She glared at him with murderous intent, then she glanced over at the squeeze bottles of various sauces.

Daniel's grin slipped away and his eyes widened as Millie reached for the closest bottle.

"Don't you dare!" Daniel shouted as Millie aimed the bottle at him and began to squeeze.

Sauce sprayed all over his shirt, sticky and dripping off him.

"There. Now we are even," Millie said, as she leaned against the counter and returned the bottle to the shelf.

"Come on, I think we have some spare uniform shirts in the office we can borrow," Millie said before walking off.

Daniel followed her, removing his shirt in the process, carefully avoiding the sticky mess that coated the material.

Millie started to dig through the boxes of shirts in the back of the office, setting aside a small size one for herself.

"Hey what size do you-" She turned to face Daniel and her words caught in her throat at the sight of him leaning in the doorway shirtless.

"Um... what... what size do you wear?" Her eyes darted from his face to his body, unable to completely look away. His muscles stretched across his body as he reached up to grab the top of the door frame in a more seductive pose. His chest looked chiseled from stone but with a warmth to it that seemed to draw her in.

Daniel enjoyed making her squirm. He knew what he was doing. He continued to stretch some more, flexing subtly.

"You look cold. We need to get you out of that wet shirt." Daniel stepped towards Millie, her face flushed red.

Millie's heart raced, as his rough hands grasped the hem of her shirt and started to pull it up over her head. Her uniform shirt slipped off and her breath quickened. Daniel merely smiled at her, only inches from her face.

Now only in the thin undershirt she wore, Daniel studied her body.

"Oh no, looks like this is wet too..." His fingers pulled the thin material up, his hands grazing her bare skin as he went.

Millie shivered, not sure from anticipation or the cold air on her still damp body.

Once her shirt was off, Daniel stepped closer and ran his hand up her back, pulling her body into his. The contrast of her cold damp skin and his warm dry chest made her heart flutter with excitement.

Millie looked up at the taller man, her mind racing with desire.

Daniel then pressed his lips onto hers, his tongue darting between her lips to meet her own.

Her lips were as soft as Daniel had hoped. They continued to make out, stumbling around the office as their hands explored each other's body.

Daniel pulled away from the kiss momentarily to kiss her neck and then move down to her breasts. His lips brushed her nipple and Millie gripped his shoulder tightly, another louder moan followed.

He continued to kiss down her body until he reached her stomach, kissing softly around her hip bones. Suddenly, she grabbed his head and pulled him up abruptly.

"No. Let me first," She said firmly.

"Is that an order, Ms. Supervisor?" Daniel grinned, as Millie pulled her hair back and tied it with the worn out hair tie she kept on one wrist.

Millie was now on her knees in front of him, as he leaned against a wall. Her fingers quickly pulled his belt loose and cast it aside. Her face inches away, she could almost see his cock throbbing and straining against his pants. She smiled, as she pulled his pants and underwear down.

His cock now free, bounced out and stood erect. Her theories of his size confirmed. Her hand just barely fit around it, and she could put both hands on it and still see the tip. Unable to wait any longer, she placed her mouth over the head of his penis. Upon doing so, a soft "fuck.." was heard from Daniel above, as he tilted his head back, eyes closed.

Millie continued to kiss and suck on his cock softly while rubbing his balls. Taking care to stroke his shaft with one hand, as she slid her mouth up and down as far as she could go. Daniel tensed up with each stroke, seemingly doing everything he could to not cum too soon.

Suddenly, his hand grabbed a fistful of hair on the back of her head. He slammed her throat down on his cock, fucking her face. Her eyes widened, as she suddenly couldn't breathe past the amount of dick pulsating through her mouth. She gagged and pushed off him, saliva dripping down her face and tears in her eyes.

"You asshole!" she said, as she playfully slapped his leg.

"I couldn't help myself. You looked like you could take it." He winked at her.

Then, she was being pulled to her feet and pushed toward the office desk. In one sweep of his arm, he pushed the stacks of papers into the floor. Daniel bent Millie over and pressed her face onto the wood.

"Emily is going to be so pissed about that, you know..." Millie said into the desk that was pressed against her face, slightly muffling her voice.

Millie then jumped a little as Daniel yanked her pants and underwear down in one pull. Her ass now exposed and on display for him.

Daniel studied her ass and holes as she swayed in front of him. Squatting down, he pressed his face between her cheeks and started to lick her shaved pussy.

Millie quivered, feeling his slight stubble rough against her sensitive skin. His tongue snaked his way across her lips and slightly between them. The wetness of his saliva mixed with the salty taste of her arousal. One of his hands was placed on her hip, steadying himself and allowing him to pull her into his face tightly, and the other hand reached around and played with her clit. Softly rubbing in a steady rhythm, matching his tongue movements.

Daniel continued this as Millie's body tensed and shook before suddenly relaxing as she came. He could hear her breathing heavily, and she was now dripping down into her panties stretched between her knees.

"Please fuck me already!" She begged.

Daniel then stood and wiped his damp face with the back of one hand. He then grasped his cock and guided it between the lips of her pussy. Meeting slight resistance at first, he realized how tight she was.

"Oh my god." Millie's hands gripped the edge of the table as she pushed back onto his cock. She felt him completely fill her pussy, as he stretched her out to her limits.

Daniel grabbed her slim waist and started to push in and out, slowly at first but then faster and faster. The table started shaking and banging against the wall, as the duo moaned in tandem louder and louder.

Daniel pushed himself deep into her one last time as he released into her. He seemed to cum forever, more and more cum leaking from him. Millie's legs shook, and she could barely hold herself up as they stayed locked together both panting heavily, gasping for air.

Daniel then pulled out of her, his cock starting to go soft. Cum dribbled from her pussy, collecting in a small puddle underneath her. Shortly after, she was able to stand and turn to face Daniel.

"That was amazing.." She said, as he kissed her once again. Their sweaty bodies pressed against each other.

Daniel dressed himself, but was unable to find his belt in the mess that was the office now. He shrugged and assumed he would find it tomorrow. He went to get some napkins for Millie so she could clean up some, and after that they worked together to straighten up the office best they could.

A short time later, they finally locked the doors to the building and stood outside.

"So, I guess I'll see you tomorrow?" Millie looked up at Daniel, his hair a mess and stuck to his forehead with sweat.

"Absolutely," Daniel replied with a warm smile. Millie smiled back and stood on her tiptoes to give him a quick kiss, before turning to walk to her apartment. Daniel slept well that night for the first time in a long time.

The next day Millie and Daniel clocked in for their shift, and as they were passing by Darrel, he stopped them.

"Emily came through earlier bitching about her office desk being in a different spot, like someone shoved it around. She also found a men's belt under a shelf." Darrel paused and smiled, as he studied the expressions on their faces.

"I'm sure you two don't know anything about that..." He winked, as the two younger people hurried off to start their shift.

"Daniel! The belt is on a shelf in the storeroom by the way," Darrel yelled after him.

"Don't they have apartments to do that stuff at?" He muttered to himself, as he shook the fry basket again.