“I’m a bit of a free spirit,” she admits shyly. “I don’t like unnecessary restraints. My mom calls me her little flower child.” I didn’t realize it before, probably because we don’t really have them back home, but hippies are fucking hot.
She advances on me. I’m not sure how I’ve suddenly become the prey, but I quite like it. Val’s cold fingers slip up the back of my T-shirt, slowly making their way to my shoulder blades. I bend, allowing her to yank the cotton tee over my head.
A hissing noise slips from her lips as she runs those digits down my front, tracing each ridge until she reaches my belt. Miss Cooter is a woman on a mission.
She’s having a little trouble, so I unlatch the metal clasp and unbutton my shorts, allowing them to fall to the floor. Big Johnson greets our guest, giving her his full attention as he springs free.
Valerie gasps. “Holy fuck.” I can’t help but chuckle at the look on her face. Shock, amazement, hunger...
“I think he likes you, pal.” I trail a finger down the length of her arm, watching as the nipples of her breasts pebble.
Unintelligible sounds sputter from her lips as she gawks.
The cuteness is swiftly wearing off. I’m going to develop a mad case of blue balls if she doesn’t put her hands on me soon. “Feel free to touch it, lick it, suck it, fuck it...I’m totally at your service.”
Valerie reaches out, palming my length. She begins to slide her tiny hands up and down my shaft, wrapping her fingers around it to test the girth, finding that they don’t quite meet.
Through heavy breaths, I groan, “Johnson’s a bit of a fatty.”
As she takes her time exploring, the pressure continues to build in my cock. Licking the pads of my thumbs, I reach out, rubbing slow circles on her nipples.
Her body begins to convulse, her grip growing harder on my dick. Trailing one finger down her flat stomach, I trace the slit between her legs, giving her a taste of the sweet torture she’s inflicting on me. Val’s body bucks as she begins to ride my hand.
The harder she rocks, the faster she works my dick. I’m so fucking close, and I don’t want her to stop. Slipping a finger between her folds, I find that she’s just as aroused as I am. Her pussy is dripping wet as it clenches around the thick digit.
“Ohh,” she moans. “Yes. Oh my God, yes.” Mewling noises fill my ears as she buries her face in the crook of my neck.
“Like that, baby?” I moan as she squeezes and pulls. With my thumb, I apply pressure to her clit, rubbing gently. Biting the sensitive flesh of her ear, I groan, “Come on my fingers, pretty girl.”
As if all she’d needed was permission, Val explodes in my hand. Her body quivers as I jerk in and out of her hold, spraying my release in the light mound of curls that’s just barely visible in the dim light peeking through the sliver of a window behind us.
Valerie collapses against me, taking a moment to catch her breath.
“Damn, baby. If you get off like that on a finger...I can’t wait to see what happens when I get you on my meat.”
I feel the slight tremble of her sated body on mine as she giggles.
“I don’t have a condom, and I’m assuming since all you had on was that slip of a dress that you don’t have one either.”
She shakes her head. “No.”
“Next time I’ll come prepared,” I whisper, fingering a hand through her long hair.
Suddenly she’s moving at lightning speed. Valerie grabs my shirt from the floor, cleaning herself with it.
Thanks for that, I think to myself as I try to figure out what’s happening. “Did I say something wrong?”
Her dress is over her head before she responds. “No,” Val says, slipping into her sandals. “We just—I can’t...I’m sorry, Peter.” She turns and exits the storeroom.
Chasing after her, I grab her upper arm and spin her around to face me. “What’s wrong? I mean, that was great, but, baby, there is so much more.”
A sad smile appears on her face. “Peter...I can’t be sleeping with the enemy. My boss would kill me if she found out and I...I need this job.”
“Are you fucking serious?” I’m at a complete loss. I mean, I know she doesn’t eat meat, but I’d never hold that shit against her.
She shrugs. “Pete...you’re a butcher.”
As if that explains it all, she takes off, walking toward the door. “Don’t forget to come and get that package when you’re decent.”
CHAPTER THREE
THE FOLLOWING MORNING, I head over to the vegan bagel place to retrieve my misplaced package. I wasn’t ready to face Val last night so soon after what happened between us. I needed some time to get over the sting and regroup. I can’t believe she ran off on me like that. I mean, what the fuck was that? I have absolutely no clue what her deal is, but I’m more determined now than ever to get that girl on my dick. I spent half the night imagining her clenching around my cock. The way it would feel to be sheathed in that tight cunt.
The bell chimes as I enter the shop, drawing me from my thoughts, which is a damn good thing because I don’t need another boner I can’t do anything with right now. It’s nearly empty as it’s only a little after eight in the morning. There’s an eclectic looking couple seated in the back corner, completely enamored with each other.
“Can I help you?” a tall, willowy brunette, who looks to be in her early thirties, greets as I walk through the door. Her demeanor is anything but welcoming. “Nobody beats Pete’s Meats,” she snarks. “Clever.” I probably should have taken off the bloody apron before walking over. Mistake numero uno on my part.
Still, I’m a little taken aback by the ugliness in her tone. I don’t even know this—I glance at her nametag—Vanessa, who is apparently the manager, which is also stated on her little metal pin. “I think so.” I smile. She doesn’t.
“Well, this definitely isn’t your sort of establishment, so what can we do for you, before you scare off our customers?” She makes a grimace at the red splotches on my apron.
Being the nice guy that I am, I remove it, balling it up in my hand. “Whoops. Sorry ’bout that.”
“I’ll bet,” she says, turning her nose in the air. What is this chick’s deal?
Vanessa’s eyes move across my chest, and at first, I think she may be checking me out. It takes me a moment to realize that she’s just reading my shirt. Oh fuck. My shirt that reads, “The way to a man’s heart is through his stomach. Unless he’s a vegetarian. Then you can get there through his vagina.” I should’ve taken my chances with the apron. My cheeks heat with embarrassment and I cross my arms over my chest, forcing a smile. “I actually just stopped by because Valerie said we had a package that got delivered here yesterday afternoon by mistake.”
She nods, her eyes narrowing. If she didn’t like me before, she fucking hates me now. “I figured that you would have come by last night to pick that up.”
“Sorry, I got a little—” Valerie appears through the double doors behind the counter, tripping me up for a second “—distracted last night and forgot to swing by.”
Val freezes, holding a tray of bagels. Her eyes lock with mine. Her mouth drops in surprise.
“Valerie!” Vanessa shouts over her shoulder.
Val jumps and the pallet of bread crashes to the floor.
“Oh shoot. I didn’t realize you were behind me,” Vanessa says, sounding contrite, although she never moves a muscle to help her.
Automatically, I rush around to assist Val with the mess.
“Thank you,” my new friend utters at the same time that Vanessa rips me a new asshole.
“You don’t belong back here. You’re going to insult our customers and contaminate this place with your animal...juices.” She visibly cringes. “Get out from behind my counter!”
“Val would know a thing or two about my juices,” I mutter just loud enough for Valerie to hear before winking and walking back around to the front of the shop.
“Val will take care of your package, and then y
ou can be on your way.”
I can’t help myself. “I would love nothing more than to have my new pal, Val, handle my package.”
Vanessa crosses her arms over her chest as a blush spreads from Valerie’s cheeks down her neck. She’s almost the same color as the red romper she’s wearing this morning. “Trust me, Val is not your pal.”
I shrug, giving Val a knowing smile. “If you say so, Cruella.”
Vanessa gasps. “Valerie, fetch this man’s box, please, so he can be on his way.”
Val nods before scurrying back through the double doors behind the counter.
“I don’t expect to see you back in my shop, Mr. Johnson. We are strictly cruelty free. I’m sure you’ll understand why we can’t have an animal killer in this establishment.”
Biting down on my lip, I shake my head and laugh. “Of course. Wouldn’t dream of tainting you with my meat.”
Valerie busts out laughing, nearly dropping the box as she returns right at that moment.
“Thanks, pal,” I say, rescuing the package from her arms just before it too is sent crashing to the floor. “See ya around.”
“Not likely,” her boss chimes from behind the counter.
I nod, pushing the door open with my hip. “See what you’ll end up like if you don’t get enough protein?” My face is fixed on Val’s as my eyes roam over to Vanessa. “I’m happy to fix you up with whatever type of meat fits your fancy. And just so you know, protein injections happen to be my specialty.” I give her one last wink as I make my way back over to my shop.
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“How’d it go?” Jerome asks as I drop the box of sausage links at his feet. “You get some vag from vegan Val?” My best friend starts gyrating to the R&B music playing in the shop.
“Not yet, but I will.”
Jerome laughs. “You think just because you got to finger fuck that girl yesterday she’s gonna fall all over your jock?”
I shrug. “That’s usually how it happens.”
“She’s got innocence written all over her pretty face. You got lucky, Johnson. Besides, vegans don’t eat meat or animal byproducts.”
He’s losing me here. “Okay...I’m not trying to get the girl to eat my dick, Jerome.”
“You really want a spitter?” His brows raise. “Ain’t nobody got time for that nonsense.”
Ahhh. Semen. “You think?”
“I dunno, dude. I’m just saying. I did a little research after meeting one of their employees, Vickie, a few days ago—”
“Vickie, eh?”
“Yeah. So, she’s a vegan too, and I had to see what that shit was all about...if she was even worth my time, you know?”
“And you’ve determined?”
“Fuck naw, man. That bitch was already playing hard to get. Trying to guilt me into eating tofu. Men don’t eat fucking tofu.” His face puckers in disgust, and I can’t help but laugh.
Valerie, Vickie, and Vanessa, the vegans. I’m starting to wonder if my little vixen isn’t playing the part for her job. What kind of fucking coincidence is it that they all have names beginning with V? I’ll be heartbroken if I find out she’s not really a Cooter.
“Yeah, well, I’ll take my chances.”
“I’ll bet you five hundred bucks you can’t get that girl to swallow your nut.”
Feeling a little confident after last night, I accept his wager. “You’re on.”
CHAPTER FOUR
FOR THE PAST two weeks, Val’s avoided me like the plague. I’ve been doing my homework, though, keeping an eye on the bagel shop, making note of which girl works and when.
On Mondays and Tuesdays, Val opens and Vickie closes. Wednesday through Friday, their shifts are opposite. Vanessa is there from about 8:00 a.m. to 6:00 p.m. every day, leaving whichever girl is on the night shift to close. On the weekends, they have a completely different crew.
It’s Friday evening, around 10:30 p.m., and Jerome and I have just finished closing up. Pete’s Meats has been doing really well. We stay busy from the time we open ’til the time we close, which has left little time for me to try to win our wager. I’ve seen Val a few times in passing, getting no more than a casual wave. I’m getting the sense that she’s purposely trying to avoid me. So, when I’m locking up and notice that the lights are still on next door, I decide it’s high time I pay my pal a visit.
“Hey, Jerome?” I holler out into the parking lot, cupping my hands around my mouth. “Just head home. I’ll get a Lyft.”
“Womp, womp, womp, wooommmp,” he sings loudly to the tune of “Let’s get it On.” Placing his hands on the top of the door, he starts humping the air. The dude really is too fucking much.
I give him the finger as I try the door. Locked. Good girl. After knocking a few times, Val finally appears through the swinging double doors behind the counter. The look on her face morphs from annoyance to shock before quickly settling on agitation.
“You can’t be here,” she says, glancing around the dark parking lot as she unlocks and pulls the door open just enough to poke her nose and mouth through. It takes all the restraint I can muster not to lick those luscious lips.
Instinctively, my tongue darts out to moisten my own. “I was about to head home and noticed your light still on. Thought I’d come by and see if you needed any help closing up.” The scent of her perfume floods my nostrils, sending a jolt right to my dick.
Her face softens and her lips turn up into a half smile. “That’s sweet, Peter, but I’ve got it.” She begins to shut the door, and I wedge my foot in the opening.
“Can I come inside and hang out ’til you’re finished? It really isn’t safe for you to be here alone this late.”
Val’s cheeks pinken. Fuck, she’s hot.
“You worried about me, butcher?” Her lips quirk into a sly smile as she opens the door a little wider.
Pulling my bottom lip between my teeth, I roll it through slowly, enjoying the way her eyes are suddenly fixated on my mouth. “Maybe a little.”
She glances around the lot again before pulling the door the rest of the way open and ushering me inside. “Lock the doors and follow me. If Vanessa shows up, you better haul ass out the back exit.” She turns to face me, raising her brows. “Got it?”
“Yes, ma’am.” I give her a Boy Scout salute.
She nods. “Good.”
Valerie leads me back into the kitchen where she immediately resumes washing the dishes. “You can have a seat at that counter over there. I’m almost done.”
I walk over to the stainless counter, plopping down on the edge of a stool. There’s a college algebra book opened and a notebook she’s obviously been working in.
“You in school?” Way to ask the obvious.
Val finishes washing the bowl she’s holding and dries her hands off on her apron. “Yeah. I’m taking some courses over at the community college.” The pride in her face makes me want to fuck her. Okay, her mere existence makes me want to fuck her, but it is really cute. Sexy, even.
I nod. “What’s your major?”
“English-lit. I’m going to teach high school.”
I choke. My eyes rove up and down her hot little body.
“Why are you shaking your head?” she asks. I didn’t even realize I was.
“You can’t teach high school boys, Valerie. They will eat you alive...”
She giggles, shaking her head.
“Haven’t you heard of Mary K. Letourneau?” Her brows dip in confusion. “Seriously? Do you even watch the news? Teach pre-school. You should be safe with four-year-olds.” I nod, rising from my seat and walking over to join her at the sink. Placing both hands on the edge of the basin, I lean forward, my face turned toward hers.
“Safe?” she snorts.
“They won’t be trying to get in your panties.”
She barks out a laugh, dropping the rag into the sink. Her eyes gaze up at me from beneath her long dark lashes. “What panties?” Val whispers, her voice low and slow, her eyes glazing over with lust.
My throat thickens. My dick twitches in my jeans. “You are too hot for high school, Miss Cooter,” I grumble.
She smirks. The look of defiance on her face makes it clear that I’m not going to change her mind.
My head falls forward in defeat. “We’ll have to get you some panties then.”
“You didn’t seem to mind it the other day.” She drops the rag from her hand once again with a plop, turning her face back to mine. I can feel the heat from her breath. Smell the strawberry candy she’s swirling around in her mouth.
I swallow, shaking my head. “I can’t stop thinking about it.”
“About my lack of underwear?”
“About all of it...The way you taste.” I reach out, touching my thumb to her lips as her eyes flutter closed. “How wet you were for me.” Her breath hitches. “The way your tight little pussy clenched around my finger when you came in my hand.” A moan slips from her parted lips.
“Peter,” she whispers. It’s a plea. Desperate and wanting. So fucking sexy.
“You’ve been thinking of me too,” I husk, moving to stand behind her. I mold the front of my body to her back, towering over her tiny frame. Leaning forward, I whisper into her ear. “Haven’t you?”
A tremor moves through her body. Her hand lifts and reaches over her shoulder to rub the scruff on my cheek. “I can’t, Peter. I-I need this job.” But her body betrays her as her head bobs in a nod. Val presses her ass into my dick, another contradiction to her words. She curls her fingers around my neck, pulling on the back of my head, lowering my face further until my lips are pressing into the crook of her neck.
I grab the back of her thigh, running my hand slowly around to the front and trailing it up her leg. When I’m no more than an inch from her pussy, I pause, squeezing her inner thigh.
Val’s legs press together as she squirms in my arms. “Peter,” she whimpers.
“Yeah?” I breathe out, nipping at her ear as I move my hand another fraction of an inch higher.
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