Freezer Fuck

There was a crash as more dishes were dropped in my dish tray. "Jesus tap-dancing Christ," I groaned. "Is it a holiday and I don't know it?"

"Easy like Sunday morning!" said the waitress dropping the dishes off.

"Fuck that song! Fuck Lionel Richie!" I grumbled as she walked off. "He's never worked a Sunday morning in a breakfast restaurant in his life! Nothing about Sunday morning is easy!" I sighed and began scrubbing the dishes as my machine was nearly done with the load in there.

My name is Kurt and I'm the dishwasher at a breakfast restaurant called 'Old Omelets Emporium' that did primarily breakfast and lunch. We did dinner too but that was only in the summer and thankfully it was nearly Thanksgiving. So we closed at 2PM.

Sunday mornings were always the worst breakfast rush of the week. You had all the 'let's go out for breakfast' crowd out in force. You have all the old people looking for a home cooked breakfast. You have all the church crowds who go out to brunch in their Sunday finest.

All of the above combined for a balls to the wall busy ass shift.

I shoved the next load of dishes into the machine, went to stack the dry ones, then went to scrub the next load of dishes. I'm tall with brown hair, blue eyes, glasses that were currently foggy from the hot water of the faucet and the dishwasher beside me, wearing a OOE shirt and work pants, which were causal dress pants for me.

I took the clean stacks of plates to the line, which is the only place running faster than me. Three cooks on Sunday morning, including the owner. "Thanks Kurt!" said the nearest cook.

"Coffee mugs out front please!" called the head waitress.

I grunted and went to get the rack of coffee mugs and took it out. "'Bout time!" said the head waitress, a grey haired miserable bitch named Anna. She'd been working here since God was a little boy and had all the fun of a fucking stubbed toe.

I ignored her and went back to shove the next rack through and load the following one. It was a never ending machine on days like this. Scrub, clean, haul.

Get bitched at by bitchy people.

Not all the waitresses are like that, mind you. There are five that work Sunday morning. Plus the hostess.

No sooner than I had thought that than the best looking waitress, a redhead named Alexandria, walked back with an armful of dirty dishes. "Drowning in dirty dishes Kurt?" she asked.

"Nope. I'm better than that!" I said.

"Good thing too!" she said dumping the silverware into a bucket to soak. Alex was an incredibly sexy woman. Red hair, great tits, great ass, and the kind of attitude that only a long serving waitress or kitchen person could have. She wore the same work shirt we all did and a nice cute plaid skirt. Being a redhead, her skin was naturally pale.

For those of you out there who have never worked a kitchen before, kitchen humor and attitudes can be pretty crazy.

Alex walked away. I checked her ass out until she was out of sight. I'd been here for two years now and Alex was hands down the sexiest woman I'd ever met. I would do her in a second.

But so far she's shown no interest beyond the playful flirting she did. Which most of the waitresses did. It was how they coped with shitty customers.

I went back into scrubbing, washing, hauling clean dishes to their destinations. Then it was finally time to wash the silverware. That took two cycles by law in the dishwasher to clean. So after I loaded up the next load of dishes, I took some clean ones away and some more coffee mugs back out front before bitch-bag Anna could complain again.

I had just returned when Alex was back and she looked pissed. "What happened?"

"If Alison steals one more of my fucking tables," snarled Alex. Alison was the youngest waitress and best friends with the hostess, who was also her cousin named Danielle. "It was my turn to take a table and Alison stole it!"

"One of the tables that usually tips well?"

"Yes!"

I grunted. I didn't like Alison all that much either. She was like that high-school girl that'd be your best friend to your back and then talk shit about you to everyone else.

"I hate that bitch!" said Alex.

"Sorry hottie," was my reply.

That at least made her smile. "You're the only one I let call me that."

"Because you love me!" I joked.

"Can I have a butcher knife to go stick her with?"

I shook my head. "Nope. If it makes you feel better, I'm about to go bury Danielle in silverware."

"I don't mind her that bad. Shit, I'm buzzing!" Alex had to head off. All the girls wore buzzers that went off when their food was up.

I brought the silverware to Danielle, who was a nice girl but often got blamed for Alison's bullshit antics. I didn't say anything and left. Alison brought back dishes to me but fortunately I didn't have time to engage with her cause the line was calling for me to get eggs out of the walk-in cooler.

In addition to dishes, I also fetched shit for the line when they couldn't get off it. I did a fair amount of food prep too but fortunately that was mostly done for today so I could focus on dishes.

By the time I again got back to the dish pit, Alex was back with Missy, the brown haired waitress that had made the 'easy like Sunday morning' joke. "I'm almost ready for break!" said Alex.

"If we get one. A big ass party of ten just came in!" said Missy.

"Jesus tap-dancing Christ," I groaned again. "This is turning into one of those days where we won't get a break until the dammed doors are locked!"

"Looks like it!" said Missy.

"If I don't get a break, I will cunt-punch Alison before this day is over!" said Alex.

"Let me know when you do so I can see it!" I said.

"You just want to see her skirt hiked up!" said Missy.

"As if!" I replied. "She's at the bottom of that barrel!"

"Who's on top?" said Alex as Missy got buzzed and took off.

"You!" I admitted openly.

She promptly splashed me with water from the new sink bucket. "You take compliments very badly!" I laughed. Water didn't bother me. As a dishwasher you get used to splashing.

"You have unrealistic dreams!" she said in return.

"You're hardly the first woman that's said that to me, sexy lady!" I said. "That's the story of my life right there!"

"Aww," she said in a semi serious, semi mocking tone. I laughed again. She got buzzed once more and left, letting me return to the dishes.

I have no idea how much time passed but then we heard the call that lunch was served. That only made things more chaotic for a while. Because now breakfast and lunch were served at the same time. When a table of four came in and half of it ordered lunch and the other half breakfast, it fucked up the flow of the line.

This is why I'm content to be a dish pig and not a line cook.

Finally the furious pace seemed to slow. I actually had no dishes to wash or run. I was just about to think of my break food when I saw Alex go by me and go into the walk in cooler.

After five minutes I went in after her. She looked up from the corner she'd been crying in. The waitresses coming in the cooler to cry or scream wasn't uncommon. The fact that she wasn't in the freezer told me it was crying. They usually went to the freezer to scream since it was deeper in. "Are you okay?" I asked.

"This whole fucking day sucks," she said tearfully.

"Alison do something?"

"No. Asshole customers. Telling me I suck at my job."

I walked over and hugged her. Alex didn't usually let mean customers get to her so she had to be stressed to the last degree with this day. She hugged me back and said "thank you" several times. I rubbed her back gently.

"Wish I could help," I said.

"You are helping," she said.

"Careful now. I'm at a perfect angle to get that skirt-up visual!" I joked.

She didn't joke, she only looked up at me for a second like an idea just hit her. Her green eyes showed some desire. I took the invitation and kissed her hotly.

She didn't pull away. She gave me tongue before I tried it. We made out with an almost frantic passion in the cooler. I slipped my hands around and went under her skirt to feel up her impressive ass. I found mostly ass cheek. Was she wearing a thong under this?

She pushed her ass into my hands, then broke the kiss. "Everyone will assume we're on break. But in here would be safer!" she grabbed the freezer door.

I didn't hesitate. I went in there with her. I felt none of the cold. Alex threw herself at me and we resumed kissing but I broke the kiss shortly and dropped down. "We don't have long," I said. I reached under her skirt and pulled down her thong. She leaned back and I went under her skirt.

I licked her pussy with all my might. She moaned loudly as my tongue snaked over her delicious sex. I didn't care that she'd worked hard all day and was far from spring fresh. I pushed my tongue inside her and then licked her clit like it was made of the ice cream she was leaning against.

"Oh fuck yes!" she howled, groping her breast over her shirt. I tongued her furiously, rolling her clit with my tongue. "Fuck me!" she said several times.

I stood up and undid my pants. My dick sprang free. Alex turned around and bent over the ice cream. I pushed my dick into her soaked pussy and gave a deep moan. She matched my moan as well.

Knowing we didn't have long before someone looked for us, I gripped her pale ass in both hands and drilled her good. I pushed in as deep as possible, then pulled almost completely out before plunging back in again. Oh her pussy felt better than I'd ever imagined.

I reached up and gently tugged her long red hair. She moaned louder. I couldn't help it, I only went faster. I saw steam rising from he body as we fucked in the freezer and our body temperatures rose.

"Oh Alex!"

"I should've done this months ago!" she moaned. I felt her fingers as she slipped a hand down to rub her clit while I drilled her. This only made me go harder, giving her a good pounding. Her moans became louder and louder until her back arched and she half screamed with the power of the orgasm overtaking her.

"Alex, I'm-"

"Don't you dare cum in me!" she snapped. She'd said multiple times since I had known her that she didn't want kids. Not now. Not ever.

I withdrew instantly. She turned around and dropped to her knees. Her lips wrapped around my shaft and she sucked me as furiously as I'd tongued and fucked her. Her hands popped her big titties out of her bra. I reached down to feel them. Her red head bobbed back and forth with a hard pace, her green eyes looking up at me.

I couldn't hold on any longer and I cried out now. She took my entire load in her mouth without losing a drop.

I leaned back and panted hard as the amazing feeling subsided. Alex stood up and fixed her clothing so she looked perfect. "Thanks Alex," I said.

She swallowed before speaking. "Thank you too dude. I needed that more than I thought. Now let's get back out there before people come looking!" She smiled and departed.

I waited a few minutes and followed.

Nobody noticed a thing about her. Alex told me later that day that the girls assumed she'd gone to cry in the freezer and left her alone, which is what they always did when someone was losing it emotionally.

I wasn't so lucky. The line cooks assumed I was in the bathroom, milking it. I did get yelled at and our little tryst cost me my lunch break. But I didn't care. I'd fucked the hottest waitress in the building and gotten away with it.

Maybe it really is easy like Sunday morning?

The end