Have It Your Way

Candi sauntered into the room. “Ready?”

He gulped, nodded.

“Okay, then. Lemme show you how she’s done. I’m sure you’ll be a pro in no time.” She ran her fingertips across the cold stainless steel counter—a caress, really. “Put one here and the other here—side by side and spread open. Like this,” she demonstrated with a saucy wink.

“Now, smear both sides with this creamy lubricant. Rub it in. Oh, yeah! Just like that,” she purred. “You’re a very fast learner, Ricky. I just knew you’d be good at this!”

A blush crept up his neck, and the room spun on its axis; that being her tongue. He tried in vain to wrench his focus away, but he just couldn’t take his eyes off her lips—lips that would look divine wrapped around his…

“Ricky? Pay attention, now. We’re getting to the tricky parts. You wanna be very careful how you lay down your meat. Too hard, and you’ll bruise her buns.

“I really prefer to get my hot meat on a soft bed: cool and crisp, maybe even spritzed with mineral water. It’s a nice touch, and she’ll taste better. Trust me on this one. I know what I’m talkin’ about.

“Now, some people like a top sheet. I think it’s a bit cheesy, but—well—your mileage may vary, as they say. I wanna see my meat—wanna be able to savor it, roll it around on my tongue without having anything stuck to it, y’know?”

“Um…uh…yeah...” Ricky’s articulation, never stellar, took a dive and met his cock somewhere slightly southwest of the equator. Only the waistband of his BVDs kept the twain from meeting.

Candi hooked a finger under his chin and lifted it so she could look him in the eyes. “But sometimes—just every once in a while—I like to double my meat. I might not look like I can take it—‘cause I’m kinda little—but I assure you, I’m quite capable. You’ll meet others like me, too, once you get good at it. More than you’d expect. I can even introduce you to a few once your training’s completed.”

A lone bead of sweat trickled down the back of Ricky’s neck.

“Now,” she continued, “let me tell you why this is gonna be your dream job—if you do it right, that is. When you can give really good, really hot meat—and you can do it on demand—they’ll just keep comin’ and comin’ and comin’ like there’s no tomorrow. They’ll beg you for more. You’ll be slappin’ meat and creaming buns all damned day long. It just doesn’t get any better than that!

“You’ll develop a fan club. They’ll come to you beggin’ you to slip ‘em some meat—maybe even askin’ you to slide a pickle in there for some extra fun. Nothin’ wrong with that! Everyone needs a little variety to spice things up a bit.

“So, tell me, Ricky. How do you like your burgers?”