Chapter 3: Rising Action
The next morning, Tom watched the restaurant door like a hawk, waiting for Victoria to clock in for her shift.
He'd spent the better part of the night in a state of semi-arousal, his cock twitching every time he thought about the way she had rubbed her fingers over her clit, her eyes locked on his as she came undone on her bed. He knew that he had to have her for real. Tom wanted Victoria to be his next slut, the next beautiful girl to fall in love with his monster cock. Tom knew by the way she had reacted to his dick pics that she was very susceptible to his charms, no matter how much she tried to deny it.
He was confident that she would show up for her shift, and he was right. Victoria walked in, her cheeks flushed and her eyes darting around the room, avoiding his gaze. Tom smirked, knowing that she was thinking about last night.
It was time to move to the next phase of his playbook. Soon, he was going to own her sweet little pussy. But for now, it was time to play it cool. Now that she had a glimpse of his monster, she wouldn't be able to stay away from him. Tom hid a grin as he ignored her, expertly preparing the grill for the breakfast open.
Victoria was surprised that Tom didn't approach her immediately. She thought that after last night, the disgusting pervert would be all over her, gloating about the pics she had sent him. Why had she done that? Who knows what that asshole would do with them. She just hoped he wouldn't send them to anyone.
Victoria stole a glance at Tom, who had his back to her. She couldn't help but think about the serpent coiled underneath his uniform. A quiet shudder ran through her, as she was transported back to last night. She remembered, in a kind of daze, staring at Tom stroking his huge cock on a loop, over and over again, rubbing her slit furiously until she erupted in one of the best orgasms of her life. A blush colored her cheeks, and she hoped that nobody would notice, especially not Tom.
She quickly turned her attention to the first orders of the day, trying to keep her mind off of the filthy images that were playing on a loop in her head. Whatever had come over her last night was a one time thing, she swore to herself. Never again. Especially not with someone like him. She stole another glance at him, and another involuntary flush of red came over her face. Meanwhile, Tom seemed completely unbothered. He was whistling softly as he deftly flipped another patty, catching it on his spatula with a flourish.
As the shift drew to a close, Victoria grew more and more incredulous that Tom hadn't approached her yet. The audacity of this man! He'd probably never seen a body like hers in his entire life. And now he had the gall to ignore her, after she had sent him all of those pictures? He should be on his knees, begging her for more. That's what every boy she had been flirty with over text had done.