Barb's Burger Joint

A Novel by J.K. Ermon (jokermon)

Chapter 6 - Stevie Takes One for the Team

This is a work of erotic fantasy fiction for the entertainment of adults only. Everything in it is imaginary and none of it represents any real-life people, events or medical conditions. Regardless of age depicted, all characters in sexual situations are 18+. It contains explicit futanari (hermaphrodite) content. If that's not your bag, don't read it. If reading this type of material is illegal where you reside due to your age or whatever, don't read it. Do not repost without permission. This story is copyright the author©2015

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Author's note: set in the Comet Seahag Universe.

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The drama starting unfolding at about four-thirty PM.

I figured out what was up when Barb called me over and asked me to swap out Debbie's till. This was unusual, as the cash-outs typically happened end-of-shift. Barb threw Debbie a peculiarly satisfied glance before retiring back to her office.

My back went rigid. I'd seen that look before.

I went over to Debbie's station, and she smiled at me. It was the pre-dinnertime lull and I didn't have to wait long before her queue cleared.

"Barb wants the till, Deb," I said. "Gotta turn you off."

Usually this kind of straight line would provoke a flirty comeback like, "You couldneverturn me off, Stevie-boy."

Instead, she blanched and looked at me with big eyes. Guilty eyes.

Shit.

The till would be short. That's why Barb wanted an immediate count.

The smarter girls would steal, but then short-change the odd customer a buck or two until the shortfall was made back by shift's end. Barb particularly disliked this tactic. She disliked anything that hurt the hard-earned loyalty she'd built with her customers. Irate patrons who'd been ripped off were absolute poison. Barb was putting a stop to it right now.

From the way she was looking at me, Debbie had figured this out as well.

She was always so smart. Goddamnit.

I pretended to fumble with the register key.

"How much did you take?" I whispered. A big black woman in a bright pink muu-muu was placing an order two stations over. The place was deserted otherwise. No one would overhear.

Debbie looked up into my face, panicked and paralyzed.

"How much?" I hissed. She flinched.

"F-forty bucks. But I was going to..."

"Give it to me. I'll put it back right now."

Her eyes got wider. She looked like she was going to burst into tears.

"I-I don't have it anymore. I saw Lenny out back on my last break..."

Fucking Lenny. One of the Burger Joint's lazier weed-dealing hang-arounds. Of all the days for him to grow a work ethic. I looked back at her and tried not show what I was feeling.

Seriously?After everythingI told you?I barely kept myself from saying it out loud.

I took a deep breath and forced calm into my voice. "Okay. Don't worry. I'll take care of it. Just...try not to do anything else stupid today, okay?"

She flinched again, and I saw the hurt enter her eyes. It angered me. I forced that down as well. "I'm sorry," I said. "It'll be okay. I'll talk to you later."

I kept on pretending to fumble as I extracted the register's cash drawer, buying time. My mind was running a mile a minute. Once Barb had confirmed the count was short, she'd call Debbie into her office. I knew howthatscript went. I didn't want her to play it out.

Except, there was a part of me thatdid. A part of me was royally pissed off at Debbie for creating this situation and putting me in the middle of it. A hidden, voyeuristic, dirty part of me wanted very much to see pretty, pert Debbie get her comeuppance from big-titted Barb and her huge cock. A part of mewantedto see her suck it. A part of me wanted to see if Barb would make her eat her pussy too, or lick her ass hole. And that same part of me wanted most of all to see Barb's big dick squeeze into that tight, sweet vagina I'd been enjoying so much that spring. I wanted to watch Barb fuck her. Just like I'd watched my sexy boss fuck all those other silly young sluts who'd tried to steal from her.Goddamn, it would be like visiting one of my Uncle Joey's sausage joints from the days of yore.

And serves her right, that same part of me fumed. The jealousy and possessiveness in me made the urge to see my sweetheart degraded all the more powerful. I was roiling and raging with conflicting and contradictory passions as only a teenage boy could.

"Debbie, I can't tell you how disappointed I am."

I could hear Barb say it, word for word."I know you and Steve are close."

Debbie would tearfully deny it, but then Barb would show the beta playback on the little TV set she kept on her desk. There'd be no denying it. And then...

I was striding into the kitchens before I realized what I was doing. Douchebag Murray was slinging a mop around. In addition to running the firing pool, he also did under-the-table payday advances. If you found yourself short, you could go to him if you didn't mind paying an ungodly vig.

I set the drawer aside and took him by the arm.

"Murray, can you spot me forty bucks until pay day?"

He shook my hand off. "Shit, where's this coming from? You buying the little lady an engagement ring?"

I was the only kitchen staffer who'd ever dated a cashier. Murray was jealous as hell.

"Can you spot me or what?"

"Sure. But you pay me back fifty-five.Loverboy."

I winced. "Fine. I just need it now.Rightnow."

"Sure, whatever." He pulled a roll of bills out of his pocket and unpeeled two twenties. They were still warm from nestling next to his perfidious ball sack.

"Thanks," I said brusquely. I pocketed the money and picked up the till. As I walked to Barb's office, I balanced it on one palm like a waiter with a tray of pint glasses. I slipped the two bills into the twenty-slot.

Barb took the cash drawer from me without comment.

I was an absolute model of productivity for the rest of that day. Hard work is an excellent way to avoid thinking about impending disaster.

Debbie kept glancing my way and I kept making reassuring gestures. Closing and clean-up went by without incident. The kitchen staff went home, and the cashiers followed. As shift boss, I was the last to leave before Barb. I was Debbie's ride, so she hung around too.

"Stevie, I need you to stay for a minute," Barb said, sticking her head out of the office. Debbie stared at her, then me, and then back again. I shrugged. She touched my arm.

"I'll wait for you in the car," she whispered. I nodded. I watched her disappear out the employees' back door, then went into Barb's office.

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Barb gave her door a push and sat in her chair. As usual, the door didn't shut all the way. I made a casual show of perching on the edge of her desk.

"Was there a problem with the count?" I asked.

"When I was twenty-six, I went to a very bad place, Steven."

She said this very matter-of-factly, as though I hadn't spoken at all.

"What, jail?" I asked, only half joking. Racking up a juvenile arrest record was almost a Jersey rite of passage. Again, a different age.

Barb shook her head. "Worse. A place called Nui Lon."

She pronounced it to rhyme withJoey's lawn. It took me a second to figure out she was talking about Vietnam.

"It was..." she paused. "I don't suppose if I told you it was a forward fire base up in Indian Country you'd have a clue what I meant?"

I shook my head. "Not a clue, sorry."

"Fair enough. Suffice it to say it was the ass hole of the planet. The army, in its infinite wisdom, saw fit to post me and a dozen or so other dickgirls there as artillery support staff. Some Special Operations Group idiot had a theory about us, or some such bullshit."

She fumbled with her pockets for a second and I realized she was looking for a light for her cigarillo. I pulled out my lighter and offered it. She looked at it for a second, and then shook her head.

"Better not," she sighed, and tucked her smoke in her apron's breast pocket. "Anyway, it was a real easy place to get killed. There was no room for fuckups. There was a kid there, not much older than you. Good kid, but careless. He didn't belong there.Nobodybelonged there, but this kid..."

She looked off into space. "We liked him. That was the thing. He was funny, good-looking, cheerful as all get out. Even in the middle of a fucking war. He could always make us laugh, and I can't tell you what a difference that made, in a place like that. And to top it off, he was one of the best cock-suckers I've ever met."

For a moment I wasn't sure I'd heard that last sentence correctly. Barb wasn't looking at my face and didn't see my expression. If she had, I'm sure she would have burst out laughing.

"He would go on about his girlfriend back in California. Cute little surfer chick. She'd send him these photos of her in bikinis. Some even topless.Realsexy. He'd show them to this group of about three or four of us dickgirls. We'd get these huge boners looking at 'em, and then he'd suck us all off."

She drew a circle in the air. "He'd go right around the ring. Suck, suck, suck. Swallow, swallow, swallow." She lifted a shoulder in a half shrug. "That was his thing. He loved his girlfriend, but he loved to blow dickgirls, too. So yeah, we liked him. A real shot in the arm for morale, which was always the pits, I can tell you."

I was confused, weirded out and titillated all at the same time.

Barb's full lips twisted ruminatively. "So. We would cover for him. Whenever he would fuck up, which wasn't every day, mind you, but often enough, we would cover for him. That was how it went. He'd fuck up, we'd fix it, and he'd treat us to a round of the sweetest beejays any of us ever had. Let me tell you, those little mama-sans back in Saigon hadnothingon this kid."

I was going to make some kind of smart remark at that point, but then I remembered my uncle. I kept my mouth shut.

Barb sighed again. "If we had let him take the flak for his own screw-ups once or twice, maybe he would have gotten it together, I don't know. Long story short, he fucked up one time too many and it got him killed. And not just him. Other guys, too. Including..."

Barb stopped. She cleared her throat. "Including some people who were the closest thing I had to family over there."

She looked at me then,reallylooked at me, and I saw an inkling of the true depth of experience in voluptuous little Barb Gustavo. It shook me. I realized I could never keep secrets from her or trick her. She'd done things, experienced things that were as far beyond my own laughable little frame of reference as the planet Neptune. In that brief instant I think I was a little in awe of her. My goofball co-workers, the vacuous girls who thought they could steal from her...they had no idea who they were dealing with. At all.

"You're a good kid, Stevie, and I like you. Maybe a little more than I should." She gave another half-shrug. "I'm really glad you found someone, and that you're finally getting laid regularly. Lord knows you deserve it. But."

She took a breath. "You can't cover for people. If they make mistakes, you have to let them face the music. Otherwise they don't learn. And it'll be that much worse when they finally make a mess you can't clean up. And sooner or later, theywill."

She tapped the detached cash drawer on her desk. "The count is correct. But I know that's because you borrowed from that fuckhead Murray. An idiot whose greatest ambition in life is to be a loan shark. Jesus wept." She shook her head. "And he's got a better work ethic than most. Anyway, correct count or not, she still stole from me. And worse, from my customers. That's unacceptable."

"I'll talk to her," I said calmly. "It won't happen again."

"Stevie," she said gently. "I don't give second chances to the girls I have sex with. Why should I give one to Debbie?"

"Because if she goes," I said, "I go."

To this day I don't know where I got the stones to say that. It would have been so easy for her to discard us both. Instead, she just looked at me again, another of those piercing looks. I forced my muscles to relax, and my body not to squirm. The corner of her mouth twitched in what might have been the beginning of a smile. She cleared her throat.

"You vouch for her? Personally?"

Shit, some calm and distant part me thought.We might just keep our jobs yet.

"Yes."

She crossed her arms below her breasts. I know it wasn't intended as an erotic gesture, but it pushed them together and forward in a decidedly sexy way.

"Let's say, for the sake of argument, shedoesdo it again...what then?"

"She won't. But if she does,I'lltake the flak. You can call the cops on me. I'll say I took it."

Barb winced. "And lose my best guy?"

I felt an odd little surge of pride to hear her say that, even as my brain whirled. "Okay. If she does, you can fire her. And if she offers you anything to keep the cops off her, you can take it."

Barb half-smiled, and her pretty brown eyes studied me with a lively interest. "You'd be okay with that?"

"It won't come to that." I shrugged. "But yeah. As long as I get to watch...and join in."

I honestly didn't know if I was bluffing or not.

Barb gazed at me for a few more seconds as though I were a diverting math problem on a chalkboard. Then she made a ladylike littlehumph, and shook her head. "Nuh-uh. You'd hold it against me. I'm not saying you'd welch, but it would definitely poison the well."

"Then fire her. Call the cops on her for real. Whatever you want."

"No, Stevie." Barb shook her head. "You'llfire her." Her voice came down heavy and hard, a judge delivering a ruling. "You'llcall the cops on her." She leaned forward in her chair. "Andyou'llsee to it she's taken out of here in cuffs. In front of you."

I swallowed. "Deal," I said, and blew out a long breath. "Are we okay?"

Barb cleared her throat. "Not quite."

She undid the string tie on her apron and said, "I'll need something...concrete, in the way of assurances."

I started, and then stared as Barb stood up and turned her back to me. She took off her apron and hung it on a peg. My pulse began to thump very loudly. She unbuttoned her dress. It was a pale sleeveless yellow dress with white pinstripes. There were five buttons down the back and as she undid them, I could see she wasn't wearing a bra. When she undid the last one, the dress fell forward off her arms and I could see she wasn't wearing panties, either. As it pooled around her feet, I could smell soap and body lotion. She was close enough that I could have leaned over and kissed a big spherical bum cheek.

Barb turned around and her breasts swung into view. Her nipples were hard, and even her areolas had coned-up with excitement. Her penis was already erect. It stood tall and flushed and perfect. It startled me. There were no girls present and Barb hadn't been perusing her pin-ups. I had no idea what gave her such a fierce boner. As Barb looked at me with an inscrutable little smile, I felt the world lurch a little as I understood:it was me.

I couldn't believe the prospect of having me made her that excited, but the proof was right there bobbing away in front of me. As usual, the sheer size of the damn thing took my breath away.

"If I'm not firing you both, and I'm not fucking Debbie--and Ireallywanted to fuck Debbie--thensomebodydamn well better make this worth my while."

She took hold of her penis and waved it meaningfully.

I had a sense of things clicking into place. It hit me then--I'd been half expecting this. Somebody had to take Debbie's place.

She gave me another very direct look. "This is what it means to cover for someone, Steve." Her voice was soft and reasonable. "If you'repositiveyou want to go through with it, fine. If not, send her back in here. I won't think any less of you."

I swallowed. Barb wouldn't hold it against me, and Debbie might not either, but I sure would.

"I'm okay with it." My voice sounded hoarse, but resolved.

The funny thing was, Iwasokay with it. I should have been appalled or ashamed by what I was consenting to here. I knew this even as Barb sat in her chair and I knelt down between her wide-spread legs. Instead, I felt excited. I realized I was approaching something I had been anxious to try out for awhile now, and I was eager to get on with it.

I'm trying to be very honest here. And in all honesty, I'd been thinking about doing this since the first time I saw Barb naked. As I pulled her boots off, I discovered I was just as hard as she was.

I took Barb's penis in my hands and no lightning bolts struck me. I had never touched anyone's dick but my own. It was warm and meaty. I pulled up and down, familiarizing myself with it, learning the mechanics of her foreskin. I was uncircumcised too, but Barb had a much more prominent covering.

I palmed and hefted her balls. I rolled them around in my hand and I was again surprised at how fascinated I was, and how much it roused me to feel her up like this.

I'd never been more grateful that Barb was such a cool, patient lady. She wasn't a smirker or a snide remark-maker, at least not with me. She let me do it at my own pace.

She was actually nicer to me than with the girls. When a girl was blowing her on her knees, Barb would often say things like, "Suck it, bitch," which I always found tremendously exciting. NowIwas the bitch, and I was glad she wasn't rubbing my nose in it.

Her cock grew bigger and harder as I fondled it. I decided that it would have to be well-moistened if I was going to slide it in and out of my mouth, so I started licking it up and down.

When I'm nervous, my mouth gets dry, but as soon as I tasted her, I started salivating like crazy. She had a sweet, vaguely salty meatiness that made me think of glazed pork. I found I couldn't wait to get her in my mouth. I held off, though, until she was good and slobbery. I licked the head, and got my tongue in under her foreskin, where the flavor was stronger and tangier. Barb's cock perked up noticeably as I did that and she made a small noise of approval. It turned into a grunt as I took her into my mouth, and then a sigh as my lips slid down her thick pole.

I didn't know if it was her psychedelic pre-cum acting on me, but the second I started sucking her, I relaxed. I became very comfortable with the whole thing. Barb's size was a little challenging, but I managed to work around it. I enjoyed having her in my mouth. Her cock was tasty and substantial. I liked knowing I was in charge of making someone else feel good. I took the same kind of enjoyment in going down on Barb as I did going down on Debbie. It turned me on.

I sucked her at a steady up-and-down pace. I decided to change things up a little and licked her balls. She made a little moan of approval at that, so I licked them all over and even sucked on them, too. I could feel her cock jump with excitement against my forehead as my tongue laved the underside of her sac. It bloated even bigger.

I let my tongue slide into her vagina. Here, at least, I was on familiar ground. She tasted different than Debbie; richer, somehow, stronger and less sweet. The flavor of a woman in her sexual prime. I slurped at it. I felt a high-voltage hum of excitement thinking of all the times I'd seen her vagina when I watched her get it on with the girls. Now I got to see it up close. I could taste it and touch it.

Barb's Burger Joint Ch. 06

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