**Back of House**

It was supposed to be a slow Tuesday night, but the dinner rush had slammed us hard. By the time the last ticket came through, my arms ached from hauling plates, and Carly—our newest waitress—looked about ready to collapse. Sweat glistened on her collarbones, her tight black uniform shirt clinging to her curves. She leaned against the prep table, catching her breath, and I caught myself staring.

Carly was young, early twenties maybe, with this wild energy about her. She had this way of biting her lower lip when she was thinking, and right now, she was looking at me like she knew exactly where my mind had gone.

“Chef,” she said, voice low, “I bet you could use a break.”

I smirked, wiping my hands on my apron. “You offering?”

She pushed off the table, stepping close enough that I could feel the heat coming off her. “I heard you talking earlier. About how none of the girls at the bar last weekend could take you all the way.”

Fuck. Had I been that loud? “Yeah, well,” I shrugged, “some guys have high standards.”

Carly tilted her head, fingers playing with the top button of her shirt. “Think I could change your mind?”

My cock twitched in my pants. “Prove it.”

She didn’t hesitate. Carly dropped to her knees right there between the stainless steel counters, her hands moving to my belt. The kitchen was empty now, our crew long gone, but the thrill of getting caught sent a jolt through me.

She yanked my pants down just enough to free my cock, already hard and aching. Her fingers wrapped around the shaft, giving me a slow stroke. “Big,” she murmured, almost admiring.

“Gonna be a problem?”

Carly smirked, then opened her mouth and took me in.

Fuck.

Her lips stretched around my girth, her tongue pressing flat against the underside. She moaned as she sucked me deeper, one hand gripping my hip to steady herself. I could feel her throat fluttering, resisting at first, but she forced herself down anyway.

“Shit,” I groaned, tangling my fingers in her hair. “That’s it.”

Carly pulled back just enough to gasp, spit glistening on her chin. “I can take it,” she panted, eyes locked on mine. “All of it.”

I didn’t give her time to second-guess. I pushed her head back down, guiding my cock into her throat. She gagged—a wet, choked sound—but didn’t fight me. Her nose pressed into my pelvis, her throat constricting around me in the best fucking way.

“Fuck yes,” I growled. “Take it, Carly. All the way.”

She whimpered, her hands clutching at my thighs, but she didn’t stop. I started thrusting shallowly into her mouth, fucking her face in slow, deep strokes. Every time I bottomed out, she shuddered, tears welling in her eyes. But she didn’t pull away.

Her pouty lips were slick with spit, her throat flexing around me as she struggled to breathe through her nose. I could feel her swallowing around my cock, the vibrations sending sparks up my spine.

“Good girl,” I muttered. “You like choking on my dick that much?”

She moaned in response, the sound muffled by my cock stuffing her throat.

I pulled her hair, dragging her mouth off me just long enough to let her gasp for air. Her lips were swollen, her chest heaving. “You were right,” she rasped. “No one else can take you like this.”

The filthy confession sent a rush through me. I shoved her back onto my cock, fucking her throat harder now, my balls slapping against her chin.

Carly gagged, spit dripping down her chin, but she kept her hands on my thighs, letting me use her. The sounds were obscene—wet, sloppy, desperate. Her throat clenched around me, milking my cock as I drove deeper.

I wasn’t gonna last.

“Gonna cum down your throat,” I warned.

She just looked up at me, tears streaking her cheeks, and nodded.

That was all it took. I came hard, pumping thick ropes straight into her gullet. Carly swallowed every drop, her throat working around me until I was spent.

When I finally pulled out, she coughed, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. She was grinning.

“Told you I could do it.”

Fuck. I was already half-hard again just looking at her. “Better be ready for round two then.”

She laughed, licking her lips. “Lock the door, Chef.”

And just like that, we were far from done.