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Maya got in around eight o’clock. If she was late, the short-order cook didn’t say anything about it. Instead, Cody watched her smooth out her uniform before sliding into her apron. She was reaching around to tie the back when she looked up to find Cody watching her. Busted.

She shot him a mock disapproving look before turning away from him and holding out the apron straps. “Do you mind?” If he was going to stand and watch her, he might as well help.

Cody walked up behind her and tied her apron quietly. Maya thought he probably wasn’t on the level right now. Despite being one of the best and easily most reliable short-order cook at the diner, everyone knew about his flask. To his credit, Cody managed himself well, never falling into drunken territory but never really rising to the height of sobriety either. Maya thought it might be whiskey tonight. Maybe if she played her cards right, he’d share.

When he finished, Maya turned to him and said, “thanks,” in that haughty tone she reserved only for him. Cody didn’t say anything, just gave her a lazy salute, and with that, their beginning shift routine was complete.

Thursday evenings weren’t exactly the pinnacle of excitement at the diner, but Maya liked them because she got out of the house and around other people. She didn’t want to admit that she was lonely. When she thought about how much time she spent alone watching Netflix or doom-scrolling on socials, it made her tired, as if all of her life were being zapped out of her.

Her family was only three counties over. Maya could drive to see them if she really wanted to, but with gas as high as it is, she reckoned it was best not to go too far. Plus, it was always the same thing: “How ya’ doing? Do you have a boyfriend? When are you gonna get us some grandbabies?” The same blah-blah-blah she rather not hear.

Cody placed a steaming dish of eggs, bacon, and toast on the counter and rang the bell. “Order up!” Maya fetched the order, pausing to catch him smirking at her through the server window. She’d known about his crush on her, but for the life of her, Maya could figure out why. She wasn’t a great beauty. She wasn’t model thin, nor did she have the bust most guys drooled over. She was mostly dark hair and glasses, more akin to small-town Velma than the glam of big-city Daphne.

She liked him well enough but wasn’t sure she like-liked him. But on the whole, Maya thought he was alright. Cody eye-fucked her, sure, but he kept his hands to himself, and when they did talk, He didn’t try to steer the conversation in a dirty direction, although he had his moments. She enjoyed their back-and-forth banter, and he always made her bacon a little bit crispy, just the way she liked. Even though she couldn’t understand why he liked her, She really liked the attention and companionship from him.

She brought the steaming plate of breakfast food to the woman sitting at the far booth writing in her notebook. She was a regular, but for the life of her, Maya couldn’t remember her name. She thought it was something soft that started with a vowel. Alice or Ashley, maybe? Whatever. The woman looked up and smiled before mouthing ‘thank you’ and turning back to her notebook.

Maya returned to the server window, where Cody was leaning on the other side and looking out at their only patron.

“I Wonder what she’s writing about?” Maya asked.

“Erotica,” Cody answered, and she couldn’t help but roll her eyes.

“Okay, you’re in horny jail for the rest of the night.”

He looked at her and laughed. “No, I’m serious. I was working with Marlene one night, and she chanced a peeked at her notebook while Amy was in the bathroom.”

Amy, her name is Amy.

“Really?” She turned towards the window, leaned on one elbow, and looked at him, clearly interested.

“Yeah, she said it’s pretty raw but decent stuff.”

“Any what does Marlene know about erotica?”

Cody thought about this for a moment, then shrugged. “Dunno,” he answered. “I guess more than she lets on.” His smirk reemerged, and he gave Maya an amused look. “And what do you know about erotica?”

She felt a slight flicker of heat touch her cheeks and was mentally kicking herself in the butt for walking smack into this turnaround. “N-Nothing.” She said, hoping it would sound like an awkward admission rather than the lily-white lie it was.

“Sure, sure, sure,” Cody said. The ease of his dismissal made Maya blush harder. “You probably know all about smut.”

“Smut and erotica aren’t the same things. They’re like…” But Maya’s words dissolved her mouth as she saw the satisfied look on Cody’s face.

“I Thought you didn’t know anything about it?” And for the second time in nearly twenty seconds, Maya was mentally kicking herself in the butt for walking face-first into a question she should have seen coming.

She spent the next couple of minutes fighting her embarrassment. She should have just admitted that she read erotica from time to time, but instead, she left her big girl pants at home today. Had it Otele Gelen Escort been anyone else, she would have just come clean. It had to be Cody, didn’t it?

She managed to distract herself by wondering what Amy was really writing about. Not that she didn’t trust Marlene’s word, but if it was erotica, why come to a Diner at night to write about it?

After She’d overcome her spat of embarrassment, Maya returned to the server window and asked Cody, “Why do you think she does it hear?”

He was scrapping one side of the grill clean with a spatula. “Maybe the thrill of it.” He said, then added, “Some people like doing naughty stuff in public.”

Maybe, but Maya doubted it. Writing in public wasn’t the same as doing something naughty. However, she kept this opinion to herself. She didn’t want Cody asking her any more questions. If he did, the dark-haired waitress was certain she’d be the one sent to horny jail.

“Yeah,” she agreed. “I guess.”

He looked over his shoulder at her and asked, “Have you ever done something like that?”

The question she was hoping to avoid. It seemed like no matter what, Maya was fated to reveal some sordid deed to Cody. Damned if you do, damned if you don’t.

“Maybe.” She said, still fighting it. “What about you?”

He paused for a moment, thought about it, then tossed the spatula aside and turned to her. “You can’t tell anyone.” He said, lowering his voice. Maya stepped closer, eager to hear whatever mischief Cody would divulge. If it was juicy enough, maybe she could use it to get some booze out of him. Cody would probably give it to her anyway, but what was the harm in a flirty little exchange?

“Yeah, okay.”

Cody licked his lips and looked over to Amy. When he was sure she wasn’t listening in, he turned back to Maya, and she saw excitement there as if he wanted to share, so very different from her.

“Back around when I first started, I was fooling around with one of the waitresses.” She’d expected some sort of brag, the way guys do, but Maya didn’t hear the brazen tone of a man boasting. Cody spoke it as if it simply happened.

He nodded to the back corner, opposite the fire exit, and Maya knew why. I was where she and most of the other staff stood when they wanted to check their phones – a place far out of sight from the sitting area.

“We went outback, and we were fooling around. I had my hand in her panties, and she kept moanin’ really loud. I had to cover her mouth to keep her from making noise before she finally gushed all over my hands.” Cody chuckled to himself as the memory played behind his eyes. “It was a beautiful mess.”

Questions formed in Maya’s mind quicker than bread turned to toast. Who was this mysterious waitress? When had they done this? And lastly, was he into that sort of thing?

“That’s it?” She said, hoping she sounded unimpressed. Meanwhile, it was like a broken faucet between her thighs. “Is that even considered public behind the building?”

“Wow, you’re really being an asshole tonight.” He said flatly, and she wondered if she pushed too hard. She wasn’t trying to be annoying or snooty, just put up a mask of someone who wasn’t increasingly horny. “And what have you done? Ms. smut and erotica are different.” Figures he’s still holding on to that.

She smiled, mentally prepared for this turnaround. There was an opportunity here, a chance to make her Thursday night a little more interesting instead of dancing the same old dance. She just needed to bait him a little more, then-pow! Hook, line, and sinker.

“What do you think?” She asked. When Cody rolled his eyes and didn’t answer, she let out a dry little laugh. “What could I do?” Maya watched the question sink in before moving on. “You have anything to drink tonight?”

“Maybe,” He answered.

“Then maybe…” She ambled closer to him and let her hand graze his arm. “Maybe I’ll slip out of my panties for-” Maya paused in thought, then said, “ten minutes or so.”

“Half-hour,” Cody argued. “A half-hour without your panties or being rude, then maybe I’ll share.”

Maya thought about it. She’d barely notice a half-hour going by with a couple of swigs of booze running inside her. Plus, the thought of their devious little deal turned her on. How could she refuse?

She nodded once. “Deal!” Then, like two old men, they shook on it.

Maya locked the bathroom door, then went to the basin and looked at herself in the dingy bathroom mirror. She’d never done anything like this before, and she felt giddy. She was also nervous.

“What was the big deal?” She asked herself. “No one’s gonna know.” Then she remembered that Cody would know.

She emerged from the bathroom with her panties balled into a tight wad. Maya held them behind her as she peeked into the dining area. “You still doing alright, honey?” She asked Amy, who was scribbling in her notepad. The woman looked up and gave Maya a smile before nodding. “Alright,” Maya said with her polite waitress Balgat Escort smile. “You just let me know if you need anything, okay?” Amy nodded again and then went back to writing, and Maya retreated back into the kitchen.

When she stepped into the kitchen, she found the short-order cook standing in the back by the emergency exit. “Is it done?” He asked.

Maya nodded, then peered around until she spotted his dented metal flask. Eagerness drew her to the prize, but Cody halted her with a cautious hand. Then he opened it, palm up as if expecting something. At first, Maya didn’t get it, but then it hit her like a hammer blow, and she stifled a laugh. “Really?” She asked in a saucy tone.

Cody nodded. “You’ll get them back later.”

Maya looked at him for a moment and ran her tongue over her teeth. This wasn’t part of the deal, but where was the harm? It wasn’t as if Cody would disappear into the bathroom, then give them back to her ten minutes later with the fabric damp and soiled. Although, the thought of watching him with cock in hand as he stroked himself to her panties roused strange feelings in her. Disgust, amusement, and arousal all colored the idea.

She handed over her panties, and Cody waved them under his nose. He inhaled once before nodding as if satisfied by their exchange. Then he gestured to the flask.

“You’re a freak.” She laughed, and Maya took off her glasses, snatched up the flask, spun off the cap, brought it to her lips, and tipped it back. she had most of its contents down her throat before she realized it wasn’t whiskey. It was vodka.

She finished and wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. Satisfaction settled over her as the fire running down her throat slowly faded. When she looked back at Cody, she found that he was still enamored with her panties.

“Black?” He sounded surprised. “I had you pegged as a white-panty girl.”

“Why?” She asked before making smacking noises with her mouth. The burning was gone, but she could still taste the vodka, which always made her want to pull her tongue out.

“White panties are for good girls.” He let the assumption linger in the air between them.

“Then I guess you know I’m not a good girl,” Maya answered defiantly. She put her glasses back on, pushed them up her nose, and smiled. “I’m full of fucking surprises.”

Maya poured herself some tea and sipped it, trying to wash the rubbing alcohol taste out of her mouth. Besides that, she felt good. Her stomach was warm, her skin buzzed, her pussy throbbed, and wild possibilities ran through her mind. It didn’t help that Cody stood leering behind her and pulled up her dress achingly slow.

She reached behind her and swatted at him playfully, unable to contain the smile on her face. “Hey!” But her excitement made it difficult to sound outraged.

“Hey yourself. I’ve been waiting to see your ass since I met you.”

Maya wanted to ask him if that was true. She wanted to know what was so special about her, but before she could get the straight from the short-order cook, Maya caught movement from the corner of her eye. She turned and watched Amy slide out of her seat and head to the bathroom.

She looked back over to the booth and noticed that Amy’s notebook was wide open, with her pen lying across half a page of writing. This was her chance to peek into it, but she had to be quick! She hurried out of the kitchen and over to the booth. She couldn’t help but leaned over and read what she could.

Amy wrote about a second date with a man much older than her she called Roger. She goes on about how she showed up twenty minutes late and how cross Roger was with her. The entire dinner, he was short with her, hardly sparing more than two words, until it was time to go. He’d paid and then led her back to his car, where she could Apologize in the back seat.

She goes on to give him a reluctant handjob. She’d penned out how she thought handjobs were kind of awkward. She’d offered to blow him, but they’d just had Korean barbecue, and Roger refused because he didn’t want his dick smelling like teriyaki. When he’d finally cum, he blew his load all over Amy’s dress, staining it thoroughly without apology. He didn’t offer to help clean her up but kicked Amy out without even so much as a thank you.

It was… Underwhelming. Underwhelming and crudely written in first-person. Maya understood that this was Amy’s personal notebook, not a polished story. Despite that, she couldn’t help but feel a sting of disappointment. Maya expected more.

She slipped back into the kitchen before Amy returned and swatted Cody’s arm harder than she intended to. “Ouch,” he called out. “What was that for?”

Maya whispered through gritted teeth. “You said it was erotica. That shit was barely smut, and for fuck’s sake, it wasn’t even good,” Maya fumed! “You said Marlene said it was decent.” She crossed her arms and said, “tell that bitch to get her eyes checked.”

While she mauled, Cody rubbed his arm Büyükesat Escort and stared at her like her name was Karen. “Why are you so angry about this?”

“Cause’ I thought it was gonna be good.”

“So you take it out on me? I didn’t tell you to go snooping.”

That quiet Maya for a moment. The truth was she had hoped to catch a glimpse of something tasty. Maybe something would stir her imagination while she walked around without her panties on. Instead, what Maya read was disappointing.

After a moment, Maya placed her hands on her hips and looked away. “Sorry,” She muttered.

According to the clock, hardly ten minutes had passed. This was supposed to be fun and exciting. Where had it gone wrong? Could she even salvage this?

“What were you really expecting?” Cody took her by the shoulder and gently turned Maya back to face him. “Hmm?”

“Something different, I guess.” She looked up into Cody’s face and was relieved that he wasn’t upset with her. “I was expecting something like your story.”

He gave her a dismissive chuckle. “My story wasn’t all that hot either.”

She knew it was true; he wasn’t just being modest. But in his story, Maya could picture Cody being sexy and devious. She saw him pressed against some faceless waitress, one hand poised over her mouth and trying to catch her moans while the other was squeezed into her panties.

“Well,” Maya started, pushing her glasses up her nose, “Tell me another one.”

“Another… Another dirty story of mine? I don’t know if I have one that you’ll like.”

“Make one up then.”

Maya settled back against a shelf while Cody thought. After a moment, he stood up to his full height, and Maya thought she saw a glint of sex and mischief in his eyes.

“There’s this pretty girl with dark hair and glasses, I know.”

Maya rolled her eyes, but her smile betrayed her. “Oh really? What’s her name?”

“You know I can’t tell you that. Ain’t anyone ever tell you that it’s impolite to kiss and tell?”

“So, you kissed her?”

Cody sighed and picked up a spatula. He pointed at Maya accusingly and asked, “Did you want to hear my story or not?”

Maya sighed and let her hands flop to her sides. “Fine. Continue.”

Cody lowered the spatula. “Like I said, there was this pretty girl with dark hair and glasses. Well, the thing is, I always thought that she was milquetoast, you know? One of those boring-bitchy women who were all talk but no action.”

She blanched at his words. Was that how he really thought of her? But then, it struck Maya just how much that made sense. She’d always maintained a certain coldness and bravado when he was around him, a carry-over from her teenage years when Maya felt she had to mask her emotions, especially around fuckboys, but Cody wasn’t a fuckboy. He never made her uncomfortable or copped a feel. He always helped her tie her apron, talked to her real nice, and made her bacon just the way she liked. Cody wasn’t a fuckboy, so maybe she shouldn’t treat him like one.

“But one day we’re working, and while things are slow, she pulls me in the back.” He reached out with the spatula and hooked it under the hem of Maya’s dress. “She said she wanted to show me something.”

He began lifting her dress, and suddenly she had that full-blown giddy drunk smile going, only it wasn’t the vodka’s fault. She was caught in that weird in-between place where she wasn’t sure if she wanted him to see, but she also really wanted to show him.

“She tells me that she doesn’t have any panties. When I say, ‘show me.’ She does.”

Maya hesitated at first, then reached down to her skirt from the spatula. She pulled it up herself, lifting it from the hem all the way up to her chest. She watched Cody’s eyes settle over her crotch and her knees twitch. She’s never been this exposed before, and as nervous as she was, she wanted even more for his story to play out.

“She held up her dress and showed me.” Maya held up her dress by the hem, putting herself on display. Cody stood for a moment, fixated on her pussy. Maya wondered if she should have shaved today.

“Imagine my surprise,” he said in a low husky voice. “Not as milquetoast after all, huh?” Maya shook her head, though she didn’t trust herself to speak just yet.

Cody took a step toward her and reached out his hand. He traced a thin finger down her stomach and past her belly button until he arrived at the patch of dark hair nested above her pussy. He swirled his finger through it as if he were stirring a drink, then Cody knelt down in front of her as if preparing to inspect her cunt.

“Do you know what she wanted me to do to her?” Maya shook her head and felt her heart thudding against her ribs. “She wanted me to-” He finished by leaning in and licking her clit softly. The sensation darted up Maya’s body, and for just one moment, she trembled. It wasn’t even a fully committed lick, he merely grazed her jewel with the soft tip of his tongue, but Maya felt it all the same. This was more like the story she’d imagined.

Just then, they heard the door to the bathroom close. The sound startled Maya, and she dropped her dress over Cody’s head as he began to kiss and lick her pussy properly. Her chest hitched, and she tried to quiet her excitement, but it was so goddamn hard. The way Cody ate, greedily working his lips and tongue, threatened to expose them both.

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