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I don't work here

Drabble 399

Usagi POV

Last table. Last table and I'm done. Mamo - chan has been waiting patiently for me at our usual booth for our date. I'm running late on my shift as one of the other girls called in sick. Cramping is no fun, not especially when you have such severe cramps your bed bound for hours at a time. So I not only took my own shift but spent the last extra three hours taking her shift too. Motoki was understanding about it for her though.

Having a sister, Reika and us around made him more aware of female issues. Plus, luckily for all parties involved it was a split shift so she was losing hours but it wasn't going to give me too many more, only an extra three since mine began two hours before hers did. Either way I was now off once this table was cleaned.

"Alright Usagi, clock out," Motoki warned me. The one nice thing about working here was that you couldn't work when not clocked in. You couldn't help with orders or do cleaning, even IF you made the mess, if you were off the clock, company policy stated you couldn't do anything.

So, the moment I clocked out I took off my apron and went to join Mamo - chan at our table. Thankfully he was understanding about my working later today and also on my attire not being date-like. Just as we were about to dig in and eat as I had been hungry from work a familiar-looking customer came in.

I groaned. I tried to hide my face from her as she was usually in my section and we were on the way TO my section, which now another waitress was covering. I pleaded with the gods to not let her see me. "Don't see me…," I begged.

Yet they were not on my side today. "You." She stops right by our table as I sigh. "Get up, stop flirting with the customers and get me my usual stat," She bellowed as she walked away without waiting for a response.

I make my voice a little louder. "Sorry, I'm not working right now, you can get - "

"No excuses! Just serve me. It's your job," she snaps at me.

Getting a bit frustrated I say, "When I'm clocked in yes..."

Yes. That was her ammunition.

"Don't give me any excuses. Serve me now."

"I can't so no," I tell her flat out. She's ruining my date.

She balks at me, "How dare you talk to a customer like that. Are you an idiot? Are you incapable of doing your job? Is that why you're a waitress?"

I turn my head not wanting to deal with her anymore but she's NOT having it, "I'm a regular here so do your JOB!"

When she grabs my arm I instinctively pull back. She tightens her grip when Mamo - chan gets up. She doesn't back up. "I'll deal with you next," she tells him as she pulls on my arm more.

"I'm not on shift, I can't help you." I'm seriously wondering where Motoki is right now, why isn't he dealing with this insanity?

"If you're in here and you work here then you have to serve me." I try to grasp her logic but fall short as I say, "That's not how that works, I can enjoy my time and eat here when I'm off as I am now."

I pull away from her but she's NOT having that. Firming up her grip on my arm she presses her talon like nails into my skin. I yanked my arm out of her grip and told her in a more firm voice, "Ma'am if you don't mind leaving us alone to our date one of the other waitresses will be with you."

This is apparently a red flag for her as she goes to grab my arm again. Having had enough at this point Mamo – chan stands up to get in front of her, using his height to intimidate her. Yet I can't let him get into trouble on my behalf.

"Don't you dare try it sonny boy...intimidating me will not work," she calls out while pointing a finger at him. That's when I see Motoki coming around the corner...finally.

"Ma'am if you can leave these two alone a waitress will be with you shortly," he tries to be nice,

"She's my usual waitress and I want HER to serve me."

I sigh as he says, "She's off the clock and the rules here are no working while not clocked in."

She frowns then looks at me, "You head the man clock back in so you can serve me."

I actually had to do a double take at hearing that as did both Motoki and Mamoru. Once Motoki gets clued into her lack of understanding he tells her, "Lady you can either take a seat and be served by a waitress on the clock or you can leave, your call."

She doesn't like this though as she turns her nose up to him, "I'm a loyal customer and I demand to be treated as such."

To which Motoki tells her in a near deadpan tone that tells us all that he's not having it with her attitude. Not in here anyways.

"You've been here five times in less than a month, she and her friends are here nearly every day and she works here, need I say more?" We hear something snarled under her breath before she leaves out. Once she's gone Motoki gets back to his customers as I smile at Mamoru, "That was nice of you to stand up for me, but you know I could handle it."

He smiles, "Of course you could, I just didn't want you to have to do anything that would have put your job at risk."

I smile. "Thanks, but I think Motoki was more than understanding. Besides, thanks to both you and Makoto I'm more than capable of putting her down without a huge fuss. I will admit though that she had a nice grip on my forearm."

He takes a look at my arm, and touches the offended area. "Well there's no bruising so there's that," he surmises as I shrug my shoulder and sit back down, determined to NOT let that 'regular' ruin our date further.

He smiles, catching on, "Shall we continue our date?"

I nod as we continue to eat at the food that was ordered. My Mamo – chan knows me well. We're less than ten minutes into eating when I heard the chime of the double doors and heard a voice that sent a shiver down my spine. I look up and there she is...she's back...the voice in my head chimes in, in a sing-song voice reminiscent of the little girl from Poltergeist.

Mamo – chan's eyes follow mine to the lady who's back with guy this time. One who's looking 'upset' his poor mother was 'refused service' which is what I'm able to pull from the conversation from where we were at. The lady looks both smug and trying to give off the air of 'poor little ole me innocent' which I'm not sure if her sons even aware of and is feeling this is normal to him or doesn't realized he's being used as a pawn in his mother need for attention and service to her liking.

The son tries to make demands and nearly yells all the while Motoki has his best customer service smile on and tries to make them leave as the guy is listening to nothing and merely making demands for compensation for his mother's trouble. That's when his Motoki's sister gives me a knowing 'go and hide' expression. Even going as far as hedging away herself to give us the signal of when to move.

Mamo – chan and I don't waste a moments time and once she gives us a brief wave of her hand we slip out from our booth to go around back to where the employee lounge is. With a worn-out couch and two chairs it gives us a chance to let our minds wander while we wait out the customer storm that's hitting the arcade.

"You know we could be back here for a little while." I look at the couch with interest as he looks forlorned.

"What?" I ask him.

"I'm torn." I look at him. "Between my need to pound you into oblivion and the integral need to keep my promise to Motoki that we stop defiling the room back here."

I laugh as I approach him and wrap my arms around his neck. Kissing him deeply I ask, "Still torn?"

Dazed, he clears his throat and says, "Nope."

In seconds flat I'm whisked off my feet and into his arms before he lays me on my back on the table in the back.

Still in my skirt for work as it doubles at my date skirt he pushes it up and strokes the naked skin beneath. I gasp in please at the act as I reach down and rub up along his shaft. He grunts and stutters for a moment before pressing himself more insistently against me. That is till he drops to his knees and spreads my legs apart just enough to pull my panties down before dipping his tongue into my hot crevasse.

If I wasn't already turned on by his actions THIS definitely, did it for me. His tongue was lapping at parts of me that had me gripping onto the edge of the table. I gasped as he went to work but not before he slipped his finger into me and began to slowly stroke my insides. I called out lowly for more as I DIDN'T want to draw attention to the situation back here nor have anyone FIGURE out what was going on back here.

If anything, I was ready for him to be in me but getting the words out was easier said than done as his wicked tongue was playing havoc on my insides where he was jamming it into and his lips were lightly sucking on my lower lips making me whimper for more.

Yet the more I wanted was not his lips. As good as they were, I wanted something harder, hotter and bigger inside of me and I know he knew what I wanted.

I could see the merriment in his eyes as he looked at me and saw he was driving me wild with his mouth. I gripped onto his head and as he jammed his tongue in I pushed down. He gripped me harder and lapped at me so hard with his tongue inside that I arched my back off the table.

"Please!" I let slip out, louder than intended but not too loud. He released me from his hold and pulled himself up.

Shoving his pants down I see the edge lining of his own pubic region as I pull him in towards me. He mounts me on the table and pushes himself inside. I gasp at the suddenness of it but otherwise I am just pleasantly happy that once more my Mamo – chan and I are as one. His rigid thickness is stretching me out as I grip him tightly to me. Filling me up in a way the toys that I have only he and Minako know about, have been unable to compare to...yes he's BIGGER than the toys.

A fact that proved to be underwhelming when I'd go to have fun on my own and discover he was bigger than the toy. I rarely even use them now due to that. And why does Minako know...cause they were a gift from her.

He presses himself more insistently into me, our date turning out great now that we're away from the 'public' or rather as I'll now call her 'the wrinkled walnut', and her idiocy.

Right now, all I could think about or focus on was the massive organ currently plowing into me at a slow yet steady rate as we climbed towards a higher peak together. He grabbed my legs and spread them wider till I could feel the burn of my muscles as he pressed himself deeper and deeper into me. He released them soon enough as I wrapped my legs around his waist. He gently yet firmly pressed himself into me.

Over and over again, like we were on this loving yet passionate repeat process of love. As we started to make the pace faster though the table began to move. Each thrust, each pound, each motion moved it in some form. I think Mamoru was getting a bit irritated with it as he dismounted, pulled me down and off the table before pushing it up against the couch in the back and turned me back around facing it.

He nudged both of my legs open from behind and pressed his cock against me from behind. The shudders that went through me at the pleasure of such a simple act right before he pushed into me had me whimpering for more. I felt him fill me up once more and give out more demanding thrusts and pounds as this time the table stayed in place against it's brace. My legs were spread wide and my rear in the air.

Yet I didn't care. I felt free with him and loved for being me. He slapped my rear a few times, massaging my rump on other occasions and continuously pressing himself into me. The combination of motions left me blurred with pleasure and the need for more of the same as I reached behind me and pressed him more deeply into me. He continuously jammed himself into me, eager to plant himself as deep as possible.

I was NOT about to protest that. In fact I welcomed him in as deeply as I could take him. I bent over more against the table as it changed the angle just enough to allow him more room to press into me. We were both now beginning to pant from the exertion of our efforts. The need in me along with the motions were making me tremble. His continuous thrusts were making me feel the orgasm building.

I needed more of him, more of us. So when he slipped my feet from the ground and pushed them into splits on the table I cried out in pleasure. He rammed himself in several times, the next harder and faster than the last till my muscles tightened up and he jerked himself in once, twice, six more hard and faster grinding strokes of pleasure before he spilled himself into me, causing the same within me as I came along with him.

It took us several long after shocking minutes to pull ourselves together. I felt a bit like jello but in a good way as we just stayed there, not moving at all for a few minutes. That is till we heard shrieking coming from outside.

"We should probably help Motoki," I tell him as we both agree to go out and assist him. I know he was trying to keep us out of the fray but this clearly needed to be addressed.

Once we straighten our clothes we left the back room to go help only to find the most shocking and amusing sight. Both the mother AND her son being escorted out in handcuffs by three officers and two cruisers. We quite literally walked towards the counter and at Motoki looking stuck in shock as Motoki came around sporting a bruised eye.

"What happened?" I asked him feeling bad now.

"The lady heard some 'noise' in the back room, demanded I let her investigate it. When I told her no she tried to bully her way back there, her son got involved, one thing led to another and the son punched me. I punched back, the mom began to scream harassment and assault but didn't count on the cameras," he explained. "Unazaku called the cops. They just reviewed the footage and now BOTH of them have a permanent ban on this place."

I was stunned. "So she's done here?" I ask him.

"Yup, and if she or her son ever comes back and refuses to leave, call the cops."

I nod. "Wow...that's just...wow."

That's when Mamoru chimes in with, "You pressed charges right?"

Motoki looks at Mamoru likes HE'S the idiot. "What do you think...of course I did. By the way whatever you two were doing to get her attention like that I'll let it go this ONE TIME ONLY."

Oh boy he knew.

"And only because it gave me permission to ban her and keep her from harassing my staff. But NO MORE."

As he begins to walk away I can't help myself, "So in a way we should be allowed to do it more since it helped you."

He spins and I see the vein in his usually calm demeanor throb with irritation. Though it could be from the punch to, "Don't push it."

I nod as Mamoru puts his arm around me, "So where were we?"

I smile as I look up to him. "Going back to your place."