Customer Appreciation
Title: Customer Appreciation
Author: mechante_fille
Rating: NC-17
Fandom: Original
Wordcount: 1184
Warnings: poly
“Congratulations!”
Denis started at the exclamation. He had not seen the cashier approach, and though the man had not spoken loudly-had, in fact, whispered-he was very much in Denis’ personal space. Denis turned and attempted to take a step back, but found his back to the shelf of merchandise he’d been perusing. The cashier stood right before him, face open and smiling, showing no awareness of his social faux pas. He was pleasant-looking and seemed well-meaning. Denis decided he’d go the polite route. “Excuse me?”
“I said, ‘Congratulations.’ You are the 30th person to enter my store, on the 30th day I’ve been in business. I’ve decided to do a customer appreciation event to celebrate. You are the customer I’m going to appreciate.” He paused, his wide eyes narrowing just a moment as his lips twitched, but then he blinked and the same open, earnest look was back. “I’m Greg and this is my store.”
Denis shifted left, baffled when Greg mirrored the move. “Denis. Customer.” He paused, then added, “And winner, apparently.”
Greg smiled wider and held out his hand. As Denis clasped it, he was shocked to see Greg’s eyes move slowly over Denis’ body. “Oh, yes, Denis, you are a winner, all right.” He did not let go of Denis’ hand.
Denis’ mouth went dry and he licked his lips before asking, “And what, er… what did I win?”
All pretense of innocence left Greg’s face as he moved closer still and placed his other hand on Denis’ chest. “Service with a smile.” His hand trailed down Denis’ chest, coming to a rest just below the waist of his pants. “I could service you much better in my office. Shall we?”
Denis involuntarily bucked his hips, encouraging the hand near his crotch to get on with it. “Yeah…” There was something, though. Something he should do first. Greg removed his hand and turned to pull Denis to the back of the store. “Oh! I have to make a quick phone call first.”
Greg pushed him into his office. “Sure. You call, I’ll lock up.”
Denis hit the autodial on his phone, and waited a moment before the call was answered. “Hey, babe. I’m at that new store on Manning St.”
You buying me a present?
“As a matter of fact, I was. But I won a customer appreciation contest. 30th customer on the 30th day.”
Oh, were there balloons? What did you win?
“No balloons. The prize … Scott, I’m pretty sure I won a blow job. What do you think?”
Do you want it?
“Yeah, definitely.”
Speakerphone? I say go for it, but I want to listen.
“I can ask him.”
Greg walked in just then, and Denis wondered if he had been waiting for a cue. “Question for me?”
“Yeah. My boyfriend wants to listen on speakerphone. You game?”
Greg’s eyes gleamed in a way Denis recognized as a very good sign in a sex partner. “Fuck, yeah. That will be so hot. Here, put the phone on the desk, and lean against it.”
Greg sat in the task chair and pulled up right in front of Denis. He grabbed Denis at the hips and pushed his face into Denis’ pants, dragging his cheek along Denis’ length and inhaling before sitting back. “Okay, are we on speaker phone?”
Denis keyed in the command and set the phone by his hip. “Scott?”
Here.
“Hey Scott, I’m Greg. Thanks for letting me borrow your man’s cock.”
My pleasure, Greg. I’m happy to listen in, but let me know if you want to try a little something different.
“What did you have in mind?”
Denis was happy to let them chat. Greg’s fingers were moving on him, teasing him through his pants and it was all he could do to keep his squirming to a minimum. But when he heard the next part, he couldn’t hold back his moan.
I could direct.
“Someone likes that plan. You think you can, through the phone?”
I can tell from the sounds he makes. Right now he’s trying to squirm out of his pants. How about you help him out. Take them all the way off, socks and shoes, too. And his shirt will only get in your way. All the way naked, on your desk.
Denis moved where Greg led, allowing his clothes to be removed, and then clung to the desk as, under Scott’s masterful direction, Greg alternately licked and sucked and lightly bit his cock and balls and thighs, and spread him wide to reach behind his balls, pushing into his ass with spit-slick fingers. His lover’s voice and this stranger’s mouth and touch were pushing him higher and higher, then leveling him off every time just before he came. Damn Scott, anyway, for knowing that catch in his voice that signaled his orgasms.
Denis. Denis, you with us? Do you hear me?
“Uh, uh, yeah, ohhhh. Yeah, Scott-babe, hear you. Love you.”
Do you want to come, lover-mine? Do you want to come down Greg’s throat? Coat his lips so you can taste yourself on them?
“Yes, yes, oh please, Scott, let me come. Want you so bad. Want you in me.”
A rumble of growl echoed out of the phone before Scott’s voice came back. Denis babe, I’m hard for you now. Home alone and hard for you. Should I let you come now, or make you wait until you are home, to come on my cock? Which will it be, Denis?
Denis was almost beyond speech, but as Greg pulled his balls while pressing fingers up inside him once again, he forced himself to speak, to beg. “Scott now, please. Now, and then again. Come on you again at home. Oh, anything, anything, just … just, so close, please …”
You are so beautiful like this, Denis, even through the phone. Greg, make him come. Now.
A suction Greg shouldn’t have been able to produce this far into a blow job closed around his world and his orgasm was pushed out of him from clever fingers within. Greg pulled back, allowing the last stream to hit his lips and chin. Denis took one look at his come decorating an intimate stranger’s face and pulled him up and into a deep, searching kiss.
Breathless, he pulled back only moments later, keeping Greg’s body pinned against him, uncertain who was holding whom. Greg’s erect cock pushed at him through Greg’s pants.
Denis, is Greg hard? Is he wanting?
“Mmm, yeah.” Denis rubbed Greg firmly through the fabric, eliciting a gasp and rough moan from Greg’s over-worked throat.
Should you help him out with that now, or make him wait until you bring him home?
Oh, Scott was brilliant. “Home.”
Okay, Greg, you heard the man. Denis, dress while Greg closes up, then you’ll both drive over in Denis’ car. Greg, we’ll get you to the shop on time in the morning. Any questions?
“No, Scott.”
Greg?
Denis watched a slow grin spread on Greg’s face, before he kissed Denis quickly and responded to Scott. “The customer is always right.”
More Scott, Denis and Greg here: Saturday Morning
Author: mechante_fille
Rating: NC-17
Fandom: Original
Wordcount: 1184
Warnings: poly
“Congratulations!”
Denis started at the exclamation. He had not seen the cashier approach, and though the man had not spoken loudly-had, in fact, whispered-he was very much in Denis’ personal space. Denis turned and attempted to take a step back, but found his back to the shelf of merchandise he’d been perusing. The cashier stood right before him, face open and smiling, showing no awareness of his social faux pas. He was pleasant-looking and seemed well-meaning. Denis decided he’d go the polite route. “Excuse me?”
“I said, ‘Congratulations.’ You are the 30th person to enter my store, on the 30th day I’ve been in business. I’ve decided to do a customer appreciation event to celebrate. You are the customer I’m going to appreciate.” He paused, his wide eyes narrowing just a moment as his lips twitched, but then he blinked and the same open, earnest look was back. “I’m Greg and this is my store.”
Denis shifted left, baffled when Greg mirrored the move. “Denis. Customer.” He paused, then added, “And winner, apparently.”
Greg smiled wider and held out his hand. As Denis clasped it, he was shocked to see Greg’s eyes move slowly over Denis’ body. “Oh, yes, Denis, you are a winner, all right.” He did not let go of Denis’ hand.
Denis’ mouth went dry and he licked his lips before asking, “And what, er… what did I win?”
All pretense of innocence left Greg’s face as he moved closer still and placed his other hand on Denis’ chest. “Service with a smile.” His hand trailed down Denis’ chest, coming to a rest just below the waist of his pants. “I could service you much better in my office. Shall we?”
Denis involuntarily bucked his hips, encouraging the hand near his crotch to get on with it. “Yeah…” There was something, though. Something he should do first. Greg removed his hand and turned to pull Denis to the back of the store. “Oh! I have to make a quick phone call first.”
Greg pushed him into his office. “Sure. You call, I’ll lock up.”
Denis hit the autodial on his phone, and waited a moment before the call was answered. “Hey, babe. I’m at that new store on Manning St.”
You buying me a present?
“As a matter of fact, I was. But I won a customer appreciation contest. 30th customer on the 30th day.”
Oh, were there balloons? What did you win?
“No balloons. The prize … Scott, I’m pretty sure I won a blow job. What do you think?”
Do you want it?
“Yeah, definitely.”
Speakerphone? I say go for it, but I want to listen.
“I can ask him.”
Greg walked in just then, and Denis wondered if he had been waiting for a cue. “Question for me?”
“Yeah. My boyfriend wants to listen on speakerphone. You game?”
Greg’s eyes gleamed in a way Denis recognized as a very good sign in a sex partner. “Fuck, yeah. That will be so hot. Here, put the phone on the desk, and lean against it.”
Greg sat in the task chair and pulled up right in front of Denis. He grabbed Denis at the hips and pushed his face into Denis’ pants, dragging his cheek along Denis’ length and inhaling before sitting back. “Okay, are we on speaker phone?”
Denis keyed in the command and set the phone by his hip. “Scott?”
Here.
“Hey Scott, I’m Greg. Thanks for letting me borrow your man’s cock.”
My pleasure, Greg. I’m happy to listen in, but let me know if you want to try a little something different.
“What did you have in mind?”
Denis was happy to let them chat. Greg’s fingers were moving on him, teasing him through his pants and it was all he could do to keep his squirming to a minimum. But when he heard the next part, he couldn’t hold back his moan.
I could direct.
“Someone likes that plan. You think you can, through the phone?”
I can tell from the sounds he makes. Right now he’s trying to squirm out of his pants. How about you help him out. Take them all the way off, socks and shoes, too. And his shirt will only get in your way. All the way naked, on your desk.
Denis moved where Greg led, allowing his clothes to be removed, and then clung to the desk as, under Scott’s masterful direction, Greg alternately licked and sucked and lightly bit his cock and balls and thighs, and spread him wide to reach behind his balls, pushing into his ass with spit-slick fingers. His lover’s voice and this stranger’s mouth and touch were pushing him higher and higher, then leveling him off every time just before he came. Damn Scott, anyway, for knowing that catch in his voice that signaled his orgasms.
Denis. Denis, you with us? Do you hear me?
“Uh, uh, yeah, ohhhh. Yeah, Scott-babe, hear you. Love you.”
Do you want to come, lover-mine? Do you want to come down Greg’s throat? Coat his lips so you can taste yourself on them?
“Yes, yes, oh please, Scott, let me come. Want you so bad. Want you in me.”
A rumble of growl echoed out of the phone before Scott’s voice came back. Denis babe, I’m hard for you now. Home alone and hard for you. Should I let you come now, or make you wait until you are home, to come on my cock? Which will it be, Denis?
Denis was almost beyond speech, but as Greg pulled his balls while pressing fingers up inside him once again, he forced himself to speak, to beg. “Scott now, please. Now, and then again. Come on you again at home. Oh, anything, anything, just … just, so close, please …”
You are so beautiful like this, Denis, even through the phone. Greg, make him come. Now.
A suction Greg shouldn’t have been able to produce this far into a blow job closed around his world and his orgasm was pushed out of him from clever fingers within. Greg pulled back, allowing the last stream to hit his lips and chin. Denis took one look at his come decorating an intimate stranger’s face and pulled him up and into a deep, searching kiss.
Breathless, he pulled back only moments later, keeping Greg’s body pinned against him, uncertain who was holding whom. Greg’s erect cock pushed at him through Greg’s pants.
Denis, is Greg hard? Is he wanting?
“Mmm, yeah.” Denis rubbed Greg firmly through the fabric, eliciting a gasp and rough moan from Greg’s over-worked throat.
Should you help him out with that now, or make him wait until you bring him home?
Oh, Scott was brilliant. “Home.”
Okay, Greg, you heard the man. Denis, dress while Greg closes up, then you’ll both drive over in Denis’ car. Greg, we’ll get you to the shop on time in the morning. Any questions?
“No, Scott.”
Greg?
Denis watched a slow grin spread on Greg’s face, before he kissed Denis quickly and responded to Scott. “The customer is always right.”
More Scott, Denis and Greg here: Saturday Morning