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Quick Breather

By Limewah

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18+

I try to avoid going out onto the restaurant floor often. I work better behind the scenes, unless some celebrity stopped by - gotta get a photo op. More often, though, I heard out because of some issue to deal with. Some douchebag groping the staff without their consent, or some god-botherer who wanted to complain about the “disgraceful outfits” of his staff, but didn’t have an issue until mid-way through their meal. Like I wouldn’t see right through that shit.

Of course, sometimes we’re a little short staffed. A few of the girls are out sick today, so I’m out taking orders and schlepping patrons to their tables. Obviously, my outfit doesn’t hold a candle to the girls’ - my white shirt and black slacks don’t really match with the skimpy tank tops and bootyshorts of the wait staff. But needs must. I can just turn on the charm to keep them entertained.

My waitresses aren’t particularly nervous having me out and about. I’m a great boss to work for, after all. Very calm, cool, collected… and attentive.

I’ve gotten to know my staff really well. Particularly when I notice that something’s off about them. They have these little micro-expressions that give away that something’s on their mind, something’s rankling or worrying them.

Holli’s been shooting glances at me all afternoon.. The way a newbie who was eager to impress might. But she’s been here for months. The petite, white-haired, dark-skinned beauty’s got something on her mind. Whenever she’s out of eye-shot of the patrons, she quickly adjusts and digs at her shorts, like they’re bunched up or something.

She’s hiding it well enough from the clientele, which is the important thing. I saw it all, though.

The happy hour rush was gonna be over soon and things had stabilised a little. Plus Diana and Jess were going to be coming in around then.

So we’d be able to relieve her pretty soon. Though I decided to check in on her now, just to be sure she was okay.

She’s polishing the taps behind the bar, so I slip in behind and lean down low to speak to her; it’s hard not to loom, considering I’ve got a full foot on her, height wise.

“You okay Holli?”

“Mhm!” she says, her smile a little too tight, her response a little too snappy. “Yeah, fine, totally…” she’s blushing, too.

Yep, I’m pretty sure she’s horny. For some reason or another.

I can sympathise. It’s hard not to be horny in this place. At least for me.

What guy wouldn’t be excited to spend his working days surrounded by lovely, gorgeous, competent women. Not to mention hypnotising them and fooling around with them in idle moments, gradually building up triggers in their mind like I’m building a tower of pure pleasure.

Most guys would kill for an opportunity like this. It’s one of the reasons why I keep my pants and undies a little on the baggy side, give the little guy some room to breathe. Otherwise I’d be as uncomfortable as poor Holli.

I’ll have to do something about that.

It’s not too chaotic at the minute, and there’s a couple other staff out. Maybe I could spare a few quick minutes with her.

“C’mere, let’s head to my office for a second.”

“Uh, okay…” behind that ‘okay’ was an implicit did I do something wrong?

“Nothing’s the matter, I wanted your help with something.”

“Oh, phew, good!” Holli laughs.

Man, she has such a cute laugh. Melodious and gentle - though it could turn into a proper, full throated guffaw at the end of one of her filthier jokes. It was one of the reasons I like her so much. She was sweet and compassionate, but also had a little bit of a freaky streak.

Fun to take advantage of that.

As soon as I have her alone, I snap my fingers three times -first at Holli’s left ear(confusion on her face), then her right (a tiny moment of realisation), then in front of her face (blissful blankness).

“Sixty seconds.”

“Sixty seconds,” Holli responds instantly, her eyes turning to marbles and her face going still and slack. The ‘truth serum’ trigger’s holding up nicely. She’s in the Hot Seat now, and I’ve got sixty seconds to ask her whatever I want and get the truth out.

“What’s going on?” My pants are starting to bulge; not gonna be hiding my boner very well. It’s a good thing we’re in private.

“I’m very horny today, Terry,” she murmured.

“Oh really? Any particular reason?”

“Part of it is because I’m really horny for you.”

“I knew that already, so go on.”

“I was listening to hypnosis files all night,” she says. “And when I woke up there was one still playing, and I had to wake myself up before making my way to work.”

“Ahhh shit, you didn’t get to finish up?” Terry said. He could relate; not having enough time to properly enjoy a hypno-session was one of his biggest pet peeves. “Maybe you should tell me about the files. You know, what they involved, stuff like that.”

“The one I remember…” her forehead strains and her eyes float up and to the left. “It was meant to make me uncontrollably horny, and give me a really really strong orgasm.”

“So you had to wake yourself up before you got to cum.”

“Yes.” No sense of frustration in her voice, but he knew she surely had to have been frustrated. That much was clear from her body language from earlier.

“Fuck… well, we’ll have to fix that. Quick, tell me your triggers before time runs out, and I’ll see what I can do.”

“None of the triggers are tied to words… they’re all physical.”

“All right, then, tell me what they…”

“Time’s up,” she murmurs. Her eyes roll into her head and it dips forward before snapping back upright again. The nervousness from before returns. She’s ‘forgotten’ about the last 60 seconds, exactly as programmed. Similarly… it’s not gonna work on her for an hour. It’s more fun if there’s a cooldown to the trigger.

“So, uhm, what did you want to talk about, Master?”

Fuck, I love it when she calls me Master without realising it.

“You probably can guess,” I say. I put my hands on her shoulders and look her dead in the eyes. When I touch her, she shivers with pleasure, too powerful to hide. When I push my fingers into the muscles above her shoulderblades, she moans even more loudly.

“Shhshhshh,” I coo. “Just keep it down, horny girl. We’ve gotta make this quick…ish. And we can’t let the customers know about our little secret, can we?”

“N…no…” she murmurs, sleepily.

She’s so well conditioned, sometimes a good long stare is all it takes to send her off to dreamland. She’s told me I have really nice eyes. Because I told her to tell me that. Maybe it’s cheating. But you can’t make people who’re hypnotised tell a lie and really mean it.

“I think you need a massage,” I say, my hands continuing to her neck. I stroke her throat, and her eyes almost go crossed as her body visibly spasms. “You look tense. Are you tense?”

“S…sort of…” she said, biting on her lip.

“Is it the stressed kind of tense, or the horny kind?”

“Mmh…column A, column B, Master?” she giggled nervously, even as her eyes rolled up and she quivered. So her throat was one weak spot. Good to know.

“Well. If you’re a good horny girl, you’ll hike up that shirt and wiggle out of those shorts, and we’ll do something about it.”

I bet the reason she was adjusting herself was because those shorts were riding on some sensitive, conditioned spots. So they’re the next spot I go to. One hand stays at her neck, tickling and massaging the back of her spine. The other goes to her hip, to her thigh, and down in between. It’s like a radiator down there, practically burning up with heat. My fingers trace along her skin, around her pussy like I’m stroking the rim of a glass. And she makes the cutest moans in response. Her eyes are going glassy. Her mind’s going blank. Looks like I’ve found the main one. Seems like the files were a little bog standard, but that’s okay. Still fun to play with.

I guide her to my desk, and sit her gently on it - some stuff falls off it, but I’ll clean that later. I fish my own cock out, and her eyes instantly snap to it. Her eyes are glued to it. Another trigger of ours. It makes her uncomfortably horny to look at it. As if she isn’t enough already.

“Like what you see, cockslut~?” I ask with a grin, letting it sway from side to side, guiding her gaze in a metronomic sway. “Do you want it?” I pinch the back of her neck and let my fingers finally trace along her slit.

“Hnnnnhyesss…” her eyelids droop independently of each other as her braincells die. She’s smiling broadly, un-self-consciously now.

“Good girl. Horny girl. Happy girl. That’s more like it.” I give her neck a little stroke with each bit of praise, and she melts into my hand, swooning back like I’m dipping her for a tango. “Let’s get those clothes off, let’s make sure they don’t get wrinkled.”

“Yes, Master,” she moans. I take a step back, and walk around to sit down on my chair. She’s watching out of the corner of her eye, grinning and drooling, as she slowly and methodically strips. With each bit she removes, she folds it gently and sets it onto the desk, smoothing it out until she’s made a neat little stack on the desk. She’s giggling like a bubble–brained idiot; that tends to happen when she sees my cock. I find her organisational skills, even while she’s a dumb bimbo, really sexy. Is that weird?

Eh, doesn’t matter.

“Come here,” I say, when she’s finished up. “Want more neckrubs?”

“Yes, Master…” she giggles, practically bounding into my lap and trying to impale herself on my dick.

“Whoa whoa, slow down now~” I grab her ass and help position her in place, so she can properly bounce. I can basically set her up and let her go to work.

The less thrusting and pumping I have to do, the more I can focus on talking her through it.

“Nnnhgonnacum…” she groans. “Masterrr…”

“Nope!” I snap my fingers twice at her left ear, and she squeaks. “No cumming till Master cums, you know the drill.”

“Hah! Yes Master, yess….” she nods, trying not to look too disappointed. But she’s like an open book to me.

“Don’t worry…” I’m already halfway there, honestly. I start to seek out other spots that’ve been conditioned for pleasure, my hands working slowly and methodically like metal detectors. All the while, I coo and croon to her. Telling her to let all those sexual frustrations, all those worries and fears, and all that leftover conditioning pooling between her legs. Telling her that she’s gonna cum all of it out of her. Flush it out. Free herself of it so she can let the rest of her shift pass by without any more stress or distractions.

She looks into my eyes, letting herself fall deeper under my spell as she plunges on me, over and over. I have to bite my lip and hold off. This might be an office quickie, but I want it to last just a little bit longer… almost longer than we can get away with.

Maybe even longer than that.

That doesn’t end up happening.

Holli smashes her full weight into me, a surprising amount for her stature, and it’s so toe-curlingly pleasurable that I nut.

I’m embarrassed to say that my orgasm hits me way more suddenly than I expected, and I might have gasped out loud when I came.

“Ffffuck…!” I groan, and I hear her squeal with bimbofied delight as she climaxes herself. Spilling her juices all over me, draining out that left-over programming from those files, and resetting herself.

“Okay… okay… hfhh, okay…” I loll back in my chair. I feel dizzy. Sleepy, in fact. I don’t even know if I can stand up. My legs feel like they’re made of pudding.

“You okay, Master~?” she asks. There’s no irony or teasiness to the voice. She’s just unaware of how hard she ruined me.

“Y-yeah, sure… you get back to work, okay?” I wave her off. “Get dressed and get back to it, I’ll, uh… join you in just a second or two.”

“Mm’kay!” She giggles, leaping off of me with newfound energy. She hums to herself, far more energetic than her usual self, as she unfurls her clothes and throws them on.

I watch her work. It’s always a delight to see an employee back on track.

I’m way too comfortable in my chair.

I close my eyes for a moment, and when I open them again, she’s long gone. There’s a knocking at the door.

“Terry?” It’s Jess. “We’re heading home, you good?”

“Yeah! Yeah…” I call out. “Have a good one, see you on Friday!”

Fuck me dead. I guess I had my own shit to work out too.

Note to self : if I’m lacking sleep, I’ll have to get Holli back in here. She’ll knock me right out.

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