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Clyde was concerned that work would be awkward after that night, but Phee just gave him another one of her bright smiles the next day and immediately started chatting about an issue the left fryer was having. And later – by some miraculous turn of events – Phee offered to help clear his thoughts again.
He’d gone on another one of his smoke breaks near the end of the shift, and she followed behind him a moment later, grinning as she dropped to her knees. It wasn't long before he was fucking her face again. Using her. Leaving Phee gasping and near tears when he finally came.
But this time, when Phee stood back up, he wrapped an arm around her waist as he pulled her into a soft kiss, trying not to sigh when she melted against him. God. She fit so perfectly in his arms.
A minute or two passed before Clyde reluctantly ended the kiss, knowing that he needed to go back to work. And his heart ached a little when Phee grinned up at him, a series of soft, happy giggles escaping her as she helped him button his pants. He could spend forever with her.
“Phee…” Clyde hesitated, trying to figure out what to say now. Should he be thanking her? Returning the favor?
God. He wanted to do that. Bet her cunt would taste so sweet.
“I should go back inside,” Phee whispered, kissing his cheek before she slipped out of his arms to head back inside. Clyde was left staring after her as he quickly downed the rest of his whisky.
Fucking hell. Phee was glorious.
And then the same thing happened the next shift.
And it happened again.
And again.
And again.
Clyde didn’t know what deity he’d managed to please, but it soon became their little routine. Whenever he would take a break on those slow summer nights, she would follow him outside, practically bouncing in anticipation.
He barely had a chance to undo his jeans before she had dropped to her knees and eagerly wrapped her lips around his cock right there – right next to the Duck Tape’s front entrance – where anyone walking into the bar could see them.
And the moment the bar was closed, Clyde would return the favor. He’d take his time, stretching Phee out on the edge of one of the pool tables as he kneeled between thighs. His favorite part was watching her squirm and beg and cry for more as his mouth teased her clit relentlessly until she was near tears.
And fuck. Her pretty little cunt was even better than he imagined.
Most nights, he didn’t let her get up until she came at least twice. Sometimes, as Phee lay there – a panting, sweaty mess while she tried to recover – Clyde would roll her over and slide his aching cock deep inside her tight little cunt.
The pool table would creak and groan, moving across the floor as he thrust over and over again. And by the time he was done with her, Phee left the Duck Tape sated and happy and stuffed full of his cum.
They never really talked about it, but after a while, things started to change as Clyde noticed that Phee wasn’t very good at asking for help, even when she was exhausted. He’d picked up on her tired little sighs at the end of a busy shift – her complaints about not getting enough sleep some nights – so he decided to do something about it as he moved to sit on the porch instead of his usual spot by the front railing.
“Clyde, I’m fine… I want to. Please,” Phee protested, trying to hide her large yawn. But he knew better. She needed to take a few minutes just to relax and not worry about anything else – not even his cock.
“Come here, Kitten,” Clyde said, unzipping his jeans as he sat down in the rocking chair that had mysteriously appeared a few days before. “It's my turn to take care of you tonight. I'll give you a nice little orgasm before we go back to work.”
“Oh…”
Clyde smiled, pulling her into a soft kiss as she sat down on his lap. He took his time, enjoying the feel of her in his arms as he slipped a hand into her jeans, wanting to make sure that she was ready for him. And it didn’t take long at all before Phee was awkwardly shoving her jeans down just enough so that she could sink down on his cock.
They spent the entire break cuddled up together, and unless someone were to look close, no one would know that Phee was sitting on his cock, keeping him all nice and warm as he slowly rocked her to an orgasm. He knew he had made the right decision when he felt her relax, the stress from work melting away with each tiny little sigh of pleasure.
And each time, Clyde would whisper soft words of love as he held Phee, knowing that on the rocking chair days, Phee needed him to be gentle. Needed a chance to just forget everything else as he took care of her.
Their not-so-hidden secret continued, neither of them bothering to hide their activities from the late-night customers. The Duck Tape was a dive bar, so really, anyone that might show up would probably expect something like that anyways.
Besides, if no one cared about the time Clyde set a car on fire or all of the times Jimmy got into brawls inside the bar, why would they care about what Clyde got up to with Phee? They knew enough to keep their distance – to not say a word to anyone about what happened late nights at the Duck Tape – and in return, a couple of the regulars would occasionally be allowed to watch as Clyde fucked Phee’s mouth.
Because that’s what he was doing. Fucking her mouth.
No soft words or tender caresses as Phee got on her knees in front of Clyde while he nonchalantly leaned back against the porch. There was a glass of whisky resting on the railing next to him as his hand wrapped tightly around her ponytail, urging her to take all of his cock.
And she did.
It always took a minute for Phee to relax her mouth enough for his cock, but his kitten was always so good at taking all of him. There might be a little gagging and a few tears before they were done, but Clyde could always tell that she enjoyed it.
“Evening,” Clyde said, nodding his head in greeting as one of the regulars glanced in their direction while they made their way inside the bar.
“Clyde,” the man said, keeping his eyes on Phee a moment longer than might be polite. But Clyde didn’t react as he glanced down at Phee, giving another thrust of his hips as he took a sip of his whisky.
He didn’t need to.
He might let them get a glimpse of her pretty little mouth, maybe let them hear her soft cries when she came on his cock, but the regulars all knew that Phee belonged to him. Only him.
“Give me a minute or two, and we’ll be right with you,” Clyde grunted, knowing that he was close.
Just a little bit more. Another thrust or two, and then he was coming, groaning as he filled her mouth with his cum. And his kitten did such a good job making sure that none of it went to waste.
And after his cock was tucked away, Clyde pulled Phee up for a kiss, not caring that he could taste himself on her lips.
Phee didn’t talk about it, but Clyde knew that blowjob days were when she needed Clyde to be mean. A little rougher. Didn’t want him to ask permission. Didn’t want to be checked on until it was over.
She was always a sobbing mess at the end, and while they couldn’t take too long on their breaks, Clyde made sure she knew how much he cared about her before they headed home.
“Fuck, Kitten,” Clyde groaned, finishing off his whisky when he moved back. “You were perfect.”
“Clyde,” Phee whispered, giggling as he gave her another kiss. “We better go back inside.”
“Fuck. Are you sure?”
He knew they needed to, but really, the only thing he wanted to do was lick her sweet little cunt until the parking lot echoed with her soft cries. But Phee just kissed his cheek with a laugh and grabbed his hand as she headed back inside the bar.
And after taking a minute to clean up, Clyde was back behind the bar, pouring drinks as if he hadn’t just filled Phee’s mouth with his cum right outside the front door.
He knew that these nights were quickly becoming some of his favorites. He didn’t expect that. But then, he never expected that he would find his future wife at the Duck Tape, either.
Maybe…
Maybe being a Logan wasn’t so unlucky after all.