[Spirit of Lust 2] Chapters 146 & 147. (Patreon)

Chapter 146: A hard day’s work.

6:40 pm.

Only 20 minutes until my shift was over, and I felt exhausted. Not physically, but mentally. The last customer had left, and Maria flipped the sign to show the shop was closed for the day.

I didn’t keep track of how many customers we had in total that day, but enough to feel like 40 or 50. I sat down on a chair and watched my hand shake. Not counting my friends, every new customer felt like a battle with myself. Having to approach them, having to speak when we didn’t have something they ordered and fearing an outburst or similar. I didn’t speak much at all, actually. I was too focused on trying to get everything right.

Maria walked up to me, arms crossed and her brow furrowed in thought. Gave me the feeling I wasn’t coming back for another shift.

“You did pretty well, Oliver,” she said, though her frown didn’t leave. “You handled yourself well enough, took orders accurately and sufficiently quickly for someone with no experience. You helped a lot behind the counter, too, which was a big surprise. You were quick to clean up whenever someone dropped a cake or spilled a drink, and though you could be faster in general, all dishes were spotless.”

Still, her frown was there. Here came the ‘but’.

“B-But…?”

She pointed a finger to her own frown. “Does this make you uncomfortable?”

“Y-Yes…?” I admitted.

“This was how you waited on all tables today after your friends left.”

My chest froze. “D-Did I?”

“Didn’t notice? I suppose you were focused. You also barely spoke to the customers. That’s not exactly a bad thing in itself, but… Look, this is a coffee shop. It’s not a place people come to eat because they need to. They come here to relax, to chat, to enjoy sweets. If their waiter gives them a scowl, it makes them uncomfortable.”

Yes. I noticed that, and it added to my stress throughout the day. I thought I’d done something wrong, like mixing up orders or the like, but…

“I’m s-sorry,” I said. For a moment, I almost began to make excuses. I almost told her of my social anxiety, and how a month ago I couldn’t even talk to people. But this wasn’t a charity, this was work. If you don’t perform as your employer needs you to, you’re out. So with pain in my chest, I swallowed and spoke. “I’ll do better next time.”

Maria smiled. “That’s what I wanted to hear. People are more willing to forgive lackluster food if the service makes them comfortable. Not that our food and drink is lackluster in the slightest! It’s just to show you how important a smile is.”

A smile. It was a simple thing, but difficult for me. It was the reason I was scared to take this job.

…

But I was here now. It was my opportunity to grow even more.

“When do I come next?” I asked.

“When can you?”

I thought about it. School ended every day at 4:00 pm. I went to the gym for an hour on Tuesdays and Thursdays, but the gym closed late at night. I could still go after work, and it would be an efficient use of time.

I told as much to Maria, and she nodded. “I close shop around 8:00 pm on weekdays, and it’s around that time that I get the most customers. Students coming from school and people stopping by after work. How about coming from 4:30 to 8:30 on Tuesdays and Thursdays along with Saturdays?”

“Yes. That sounds good.”

Since I was already going to the gym those days, I didn’t count on them being ‘free’, so I didn’t make plans for them. This would be a better use of time.

Never thought my life would get to this point.

“Okay, then. Good job today, really.” Maria patted my shoulder. “There’s a lot you can improve on, but you’ll get the hang of it as you continue working. Who knows? Maybe one day I’ll be able to leave the shop to you for a day.”

Now THAT was a frightening thought.

We finished cleaning up the place, sweeping every last crumb that had fallen on the floor and washing and storing all the cups and plates. With that, my first day of work ever came to an end, and my chest still felt tight. Now that Maria told me I’d been frowning all day, the uncomfortable looks people gave me made so much more sense. And even so… EVEN SO… I got around $25 in tips. Most of it came from people who came as a big group, leaving a 10% tip. Maybe it wasn’t a lot, maybe it was. I had no frame of reference. But considering my monthly allowance was $60… Yeah, even without getting paid yet, even if it wasn’t that much, even if other people made a lot more… I’d made just under half of what I got in a month in tips alone, in a single day, and Maria said she’d make the deposit for today to my account later. Looking at it that way, I felt pretty damn excited for that, at least.

After a deep breath, I started making my way to the bus stop. Once there, I texted the girls that I was on my way home, just to keep them updated. They asked how it all went, congratulated me and all that. But then, on a separate chat, Mila sent me a message.

-Mila: Hey. Can we meet up now?

I pursed my lips. Since she was asking in a different chat, I assumed she meant just the two of us. Still, I had to ask.

-Oliver: Just you and me?

-Mila: Yes. I already talked to the others. They said it’s fine, but that they’ll each drag you on a one-on-one date next week.

That made me smile. I didn’t even know what having one girlfriend was like, but having three was… difficult. It was a matter of time and fairness, mostly. I dreaded the thought that the girls would believe I was playing favorites with any one of them, so I tried as best I could to pay the same amount of attention to the three. If I went on a date with one, then I’d take the other two on a date as well. It had only been two weeks, almost three, since we started dating, but this was how things had been developing so far. The girls were patient, thankfully.

-Oliver: Where do you want to go?

-Mila: Can we meet at the hotel?

I swallowed and bit my lips as I felt a faint tingling between my legs. It had been… days since we last went all the way. A blowjob here and there, some fingering whenever we had time in the music room, but no sex. One reason was the same time and fairness I mentioned before, but believe it or not, the other reason was that we’d be talking and time would fly by before we knew it.

I looked at the time. 8:10 pm on a Saturday. I had to text mom to tell her I’d be back around 11:00 pm because I’d be with a friend. Once she replied it was okay, I texted Mila to tell her I’d see her there.

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Chapter 147: A hard day’s night.

Every time I went to the hotel I was too nervous to think of things that mattered. I was too busy worrying that anyone would see us, what they would think to see two high school students there (even though we weren’t wearing our uniforms). I worried that someone would one day walk up to me and ask how old I was, even though it was perfectly okay for me to be there, technically speaking.

Those nerves had been going away with each trip, since none of my fears ever happened, leaving me enough brain power to think of other dumb things. For example, the fact that the front counter had a black screen to prevent the customers and the receptionist from looking at each other, yet we still had to show our IDs to prove we were 18 years old. It defeated the purpose of the black screen, didn’t it? What’s more, there was no way the same person was behind the counter each time I came here, which meant there were quite a few people who knew I came here with different girls.

Don’t… Don’t think about it. You’ll only stress yourself out even more, Oliver.

Mila and I entered our room. It was one of the cheapest ones, but the reason we kept coming back to this hotel was because cheap didn’t mean bad. The room was simple and small, but clean.

Mila went ahead of me, sitting at the edge of the bed and spreading her arms to beckon me closer. Smiling, I went to her. She held me and pulled me in, making me fall on top of her as our grinning lips met.

“Tiring day?” she asked.

“Not much. Mostly stressful,” I said, chuckling. “Very stressful.”

“I bet you’re glad I called, huh?”

“Like you wouldn’t believe.”

My hands went under her shirt to touch her stomach. Mila licked my lips and tongue with a hand behind my neck. My erection grew along with the tingling of need. It had been a while since we’d used a bed.

After a while of making out, Mila put her hands on my shoulders and pushed with the slightest force. I pulled away, drinking in the sight of her flustered cheeks and disheveled hair after our rolling around on the bed.

She looked me up and down as well, smiling. “You look really nice in those pants,” she said. “And that shirt.”

My work clothes. Her comment made me notice I was still wearing them more than it flattered me. It wouldn’t do to get them stained or something.

Mila pecked my lips. “Why don’t you get out of those while I go get a little gift ready for you?”

My heart skipped a beat. “A gift?”

“You’ll like it. I promise,” she said with an eager smile.

Mila stepped off the bed and went to the bathroom. Meanwhile, I took a deep breath and forced myself to calmly unbutton my shirt. No matter how many times it happened, the prospect of sex still got me all worked up. My entire body shivered and burned with anticipation at having Mila.

What on earth could her gift be? I waited only in my boxers, and I didn’t have to wait long to find out.

Mila walked out of the bathroom wearing only her underwear. And what underwear it was. A set of small silky, black panties and a bra, both bordering on transparent if not for the design of full flower blooms covering the naughtier bits. A small bow tied the front of the bra, and doing a little spin with her hands on her hips, Mila showed me how little fabric there was at the back of her thong as well.

My jaw half fell at the sight and my eyes could be popping out for all I knew. The girls liked wearing cute underwear and teasing me with it. More than one time they caught me off guard by flashing me their panties without warning. They enjoyed my reactions, it seemed, and that prompted Mila to take it up a notch. Or two.

She bit her lip, trying and failing to hold back her grin. She walked towards me with slow, elegant steps, like a model on a walkway. The thin sides of her thong, practically strings, were high up her waist, and she put just enough sway on her upper body to give her breasts the slightest of jiggles.

“I had to order these online because none of the stores around had any I liked. They arrived the day before yesterday. How do I look?”

There were no words worthy of her, so I didn’t bother. I rose to my feet and in two seconds I had Mila in my arms, ravishing her mouth with kisses that made her knees go weak. A hand on her breast let me see how soft the fabric was. It somehow made groping her even more pleasurable for me, if such a thing was possible. And here I thought I’d found the meaning of life the first time I touched boobs. The world is big and full of neat surprises.

“I love you so much,” I managed to say in between kisses. “You’re gorgeous. Perfect. I’m the luckiest man alive.” At times like these, my lust overrode my sense of shame and I spouted things like that. It was more proof of me being the luckiest man alive that the girls seemed to enjoy that, too.

“God, these were worth every penny.” Mila giggled. She started licking my neck and kissing my bare chest. “I’m the luckiest girl alive.”

Those words put some pressure on my shoulders. I wanted her to keep feeling that for the rest of her days, and for that I had to continue growing. I had to be the best boyfriend I could be. Sex was only one part of that, but an important one, and one we thoroughly enjoyed.

I got an arm around her shoulders while my other hand left her breast and traveled down her curves to her snatch. Mila’s beck stiffened and arched as I gently grabbed her vulva over her thong. The thin, delicate piece of fabric was already soaked in her juices.

“Oliver…!” she gasped, arms around my neck, shuddering. “Dirty, naughty boy!”

Wanting to tease her back, I let go of her vulva. Mila immediately tightened her grip on me with only one arm while her other hand quickly grabbed my wrist and guided my hand to where it once was. Where, her eyes told me, it should be.

“You’re a naughty girl, too,” I told her.

“Yes,” she admitted with a smile and kissed me. “Your naughty girl.”

Trying to ignore that delightful chill running down my spine, I moved the fabric of her thong aside to feel her pussy directly. Her fluids drenched my fingers and made it easy to slide two of them inside her.

A sexy, stifled moan escaped her. Her legs were shaking. She held me with both arms again, and I still had my other arms around her back.

I began slowly, moving my fingers gently, building up the pleasure and anticipation both. Bit by bit, I began to move a little faster, reach a little deeper. I knew with frightening precision where my goal was, and I wasn’t in a hurry to get there.

“I love you…” Mila muttered in her daze. “I love you so much…”

She raised her head from its spot on my shoulder to look into my eyes. Hers were these clear, green orbs that I could get lost in if I stared into them for a couple of seconds, and I wanted to get lost in them now. I nibbled her lower lip and let my middle finger reach a little deeper. I was close to her g-spot, I knew, and the deep nasal breath she took was further confirmation.

Her gorgeous eyes lost all focus. The pleasure closed them, took them away from me. Mila was right at the edge of her climax, and I now wanted nothing more than to give it to her.

I sprinted the last of the way there, metaphorically speaking. I reached her g-spot and aggressively attacked it, quickly rubbing it by shaking and rotating my wrist as well as moving my middle finger.

“Aaahh! Aaah! Mmmm!!!!” Mila grunted, gasped and moaned. Her fingers on my back tensed and dragged. “Yesss! Oh GOD! YES!!”

The loud, sloshing sound of her juices joined her moans. Droplets upon droplets fell on the floor, leaving a tiny puddle on the tiles.

Finally, Mila’s pleasure peaked. She shook from head to toes, body stiff. Slowly, she slid down my body to her knees as her orgasm stole the last of her leg’s strength. I attempted to help her, but she pushed my efforts away, kneeling in front of me, pulling down my boxers and guiding my dick into her mouth with both hands.

She looked as if in a trance. She blew me with enthusiastic abandon, moving her tongue all around and slurping on her own saliva. I stood there and let her continue. She got better and better every time.