Chapter 3

Trey

"Order up!"

The last entree of the night clanks on the stainless steel countertop as I ring the little, silver

bell for the final time.

After the waitress brings the lobster ravioli out to the floor, the kitchen staff bursts into applause. Marco pops open a bottle of Prosecco and pours it in a flute, handing it to me. He then throws an arm over my shoulder, "Cheers to our head chef for finally making it to the top!"

Pride swells in my chest as I look around at my fellow chefs. This place has become a second home, and I'm going to miss it when I leave tomorrow.

I grin. "Thanks guys, I really enjoyed working with you all of you."

The staff drinks and hangs around for a bit to chat. I'm sitting at the bar when Marco comes to find me. "Hey big shot, you all packed and ready to leave?"

I nod. "Yep, ready to see my family after four years. Of course, I've always stayed in contact with my mom, but," I sigh, shaking my head, "my sister and I haven't been close since I left. I'm not sure what her problem is."

After receiving my "Culinary Arts and Operations" certificate here in Austin, Texas, I begged Marco for a job. He saw my talent and eventually gave in. Soon, his head chef up and quit, and I eagerly seized the position. I've been working my ass off ever since, saving up to open my own restaurant in Virginia.

"Does your sister know you already have an apartment there? You didn't visit them at all when you were searching around for a spot for your restaurant?"

"No, they don't even know about the restaurant, I told them I got an "executive position", not that I own the restaurant. I'm planning for it to be a happy surprise. This is the beginning of our family's generation wealth." My face falls thinking about all we've gone through since Dad left. "I promised not to come home until I accomplished my dream."

He smiles, patting me on the back. "I'm proud of you, Trey. You will be greatly missed."

That means a lot to me. He has been a great mentor and an even better friend; possibly even the closest person I've had to a father.

"Thanks man."

Once everyone starts leaving, I make my way to the walk-in freezer. I promised Marco I would do inventory. My last gift to him since he spent the last two months searching for my replacement.

I suddenly hear the latch on the walk in freezer and turn my head slightly to see Stephani standing in the doorway wearing her uniform; a red blouse and black pants. There is an unmistakable hunger in her gaze.

She has been wanting me since she started waitressing here about a year ago, but she was off limits. I don't mix business with pleasure. Although, I can't pretend not to love when women show a persistent interest in me. I never chase, I just wait for them to come to me, to desire me so badly that they beg me to fuck them.

And I will fuck them.

"Hey Steph, need something?" I smirk to myself, continuing to count the yeast containers.

"You know what I need," she answers, her voice dripping with desire. "I've been waiting patiently for too long."

I turn to face her, cocking an eyebrow. "And what is that?"

Thankfully, there are no cameras in here. Despite the cold, flames of desire lick at my skin, and my hard dick presses painfully against my slacks.

"You said you wouldn't touch me while we worked together, but now we don't." She licks her lips, slowly zipping down my fly. I watch in anticipation as she kneels before me. Her eyes dilate as she sees my impressive size, but apparently up to the challenge, she pops the thick head into her mouth.

"That's it, take all of me." She moans softly, sinking more of me into her hot, little mouth. I tangle my fingers in her hair, relishing in the dominance and control as I guide her head up and down my length.

"Relax and open your throat for me," I demand. She obeys without hesitation, relaxing her tongue so I can slide all the way to the back of her throat. "That's it. Good girl."

Tightening my grip on her scalp, I fuck her mouth with fast, hard thrusts. The sound of her gagging on my big cock turns me on even more.

Snapping my hips hard two more times, I pull out, the wet pop muffled by the cold. I watch as she sputters and saliva rolls down her chin.

She may need a little guidance, but I appreciate the effort she's putting in to please me. Good girls like this deserve to be rewarded.

Glancing at the clock above the door, I swiftly yank her onto her feet. "Pull your pants down. The cleaning crew will be here in fifteen."

She hurriedly yanks them down to her ankles along with a mint-green thong. My cock twitches as her perfect, brown ass jiggles in front of me.

Fuck yes!

I reach into my pocket, effortlessly slipping on a condom before I bend her over an empty shelf and slam into her sopping cunt. The chilly air surrounding us feels good on my hot, perspired skin as I fuck her with hard, fast strokes. She moans my name, throwing her ass back to meet me thrust for thrust.

"Harder, Trey! Harder!"

I grunt in response, propping my leg up on the shelf to reach deeper depths inside her. As I fuck her into oblivion, my breath grows harsher with each thrust.

"Oh, fuck yes!" I close my eyes, reveling in the sound of my balls slapping against her ass as if it's a round of applause.

I suppose I deserve it with the way I'm beating this pussy up.

Her moans gradually turn into screams. I suddenly feel her legs begin to tremble, and I know she's seconds from shattering.

"Cum for me. Now," I demand.

She instantly obeys, screaming her release.

Typically, I find that women don't orgasm from penetration alone, but here she is creaming all over my dick, gripping it like a vise.

Damn, this is a good fuck worth remembering.

Grunting as I find my own release, I pull off the condom and cum all over her ass. Then, I stuff my softening cock back into my pants.

She finishes readjusting her outfit just in time for the cleaning crew to come barging in. The smell of sex hangs heavily in the air, but the two men don't speak a word of it.

Like the gentleman I am, I hold the door open, allowing her to pass through first. Once we reach her car in the parking lot, she turns to me. "Thank you, that was amazing!" she says with a satisfied smile.

A cocky smirk pulls at my lips. "No, thank you for sending me off with a bang."

I didn't plan on fucking her tonight, but I'm glad I did. I had been aching to bury my cock in her for a while, and it was even better than I expected.

She leans in for a kiss, but I swiftly dodge it, moving around her to open the left door. "Have a good night, Stephani."

Hearing the dismissive tone in my voice, disappointment flickers across her pretty features. She sighs, "Have a good night, Trey."

After making sure she leaves the parking lot safely, I stand in front of the restaurant I have been working at for four years, reminiscing about all the good times.

As the "Marco's" sign on top of the building flickers off, it feels like it's symbolizing my journey here coming to an end. I've finally accomplished what I wanted and now it's time to head home and begin my next journey.