Desires of the Flesh
The evening air was thick with the stench of grease. His shift was almost over. He looked at the clock ticking away on wall, "five more minutes" he said to himself. There weren't many customers in the restaurant at this time of night. Only him, his boss, and the local theif, standing shifty-eyed in the coner: probably going to steal some napkins or ketchup packets; even though they free it still bothered him. "Are you actually going to buy something tonight, sir?" He had to be polite because his boss was standing right next to him, smiling away. Whatafreakybastard,he thought. "Oh I was just browsing through your merchandise and was wondering where you might acquire such an item?" He was talking about the condiment dispensers. "They are quite lovely." For a theif he sure was polite! "Uhh," He pondered the question, he wasn't sure. "I'm not too sure!" He could feel his boss's cold, creepy clown gaze scanning his young, supple body.
"I think we should close up shop for tonight" His boss spoke with a hint of malice in his voice. He looked back and could see a faint grin through his thick facepaint. "Okay boss, sure thing." He walked to the shining glass doors, and looked outside. It was just about midnight, not a soul in sight. He inserted the golden key into the silver lock and clicked it shut. As if on queue, the tall superior man snatched his little ass up and pinned him against the now-locked doors. He kissed him with a passion of a thousand deep burning suns. The short boy was startled by the brute force of his employer. He broke away from the kiss and turned his head, catching a glimpse of the silver lock, the golden key was missing.
"Ronald, what are you doing!" He cried in a shrill, uke voice.
"That's Mr. McDonald to you, Grimace."
They neglected to notice that the local theif was still in the store. The theif stared at the sight before him. He was confused as to what just happened, but his groin throbbed in excitement. He dared not make a sudden move, or it could be his scrawny little ass being pressed against a wall. Facing his malevolent employer, Grimace shuddered in fear. This wasn't the first time he had been sexually harrassed at work by Ronald. This was the second, no third time it has happened! He dared not report it because he knew that McDonald had been in jail before, only for one day though because he paid his way out. That's what you get from being the owner of a multi-billion dollar corporation. Grimace grimaced. The sight of that bright red curly hair stirred up a sick feeling in his innards. Was this the man he was in love with? Or was it the cute masked marauder, Hamburgler, who had won his favor with a whimsical comment.
"You look fat in that uniform, let's get you out of it." Yes, he remembered that day very well.
Ronald looked around his restaurant and realised the Hamburgeler had been trapped inside with his prey. He paid no mind to the observer, he was a regular customer, and nuisance, and has been for as long as he could remember. McDonald continued stroking the firm rump of his employee. It felt plush under his gloved fingers. Grimace let out a small squeak of confused pleasure. He didn't know why the clown's touch felt so good.