Randy looked up when someone else entered the empty catering. Saniya stood there with her black and pink split dyed hair put in two high pigtails. He let his eyes drop down her body. She was wearing a short, flowy, mustard yellow dress and a pair of long, black boots. A light grey backpack was hanging over her right shoulder. He moved his eyes back up and stared into her dark brown eyes.
"Like what you see?" She asked.
"Very much," he answered.
"Alright, now that the fashion show is over, have a good night," she said.
She turned around to leave. Normally he would have let her go but there was something in her eyes that made him wonder what was on her mind.
"Saniya, wait," he said.
She turned back around and looked at him.
"Everyone has already left. Why are you still here?" He asked.
"I could ask you the same," she said.
"I like to come here once everyone's gone. There's always someone left to close down the arena. Eventually they'll find me in the empty catering and tell me to leave," he said.
"I'm too frustrated to drive," she said.
"Come tell your old pal Randy all about it," he said.
He pulled out the chair next to him and patted it. She walked over, placed her backpack on the table, sat up on the table and placed her feet on the chair instead. He looked at her thighs and caught himself wishing that short dress would roll up to her hips so he could get a glimpse of what she was hiding underneath.
"How long do you usually have before being kicked out?" She asked.
He looked at his wrist watch to see what time it was.
"About half an hour," he said. "So what's bugging you?"
"No one's gone down on me for ages," she said.
He started laughing and she gave him a look to make him stop.
"That's it? So masturbate," he said.
"That's not as fun," she said.
"Want me to eat you out?" He asked.
"Sure," she answered.
He grabbed her legs and moved over to sit on the chair they had been placed on. He placed his hands on her thighs and pushed the dress up while leaning closer.
"What are you doing?" She asked.
"You just told me..." He paused. "You're confusing the hell out of me right now, Saniya. I don't like mixed signals."
"I didn't think you actually meant it. I thought you were joking," she said.
"No joke. What can I say? I can't say no to the taste of pussy. I love it too much," he said. "So one more time. Do you want me to do it?"
She smirked at him and spread her legs. He pushed her dress up and stared at a little, black thong. He grabbed it and pulled it down her legs. She lifted her legs to help him get it off her. She placed her legs back on either side of him and spread them as much as she could. He leaned in and ran his tongue up her folds.
"Randy!" She purred.
He grabbed her thighs and started lapping at her wet core. She placed a hand behind herself on the table to support herself and the other hand on his head.
"Yes, Randy!" She moaned. "Don't stop!"
He wasn't going to stop. Not until he had her cumming. He kept running his tongue around as fast as he could. She broke down quickly and came in a hoarse cry. He kept licking through her orgasm and then finally raised his head with a shit eating grin on his face.
"Did you enjoy yourself?" He asked.
"Oh yeah," she laughed.
He wiped his mouth on the sleeve of his hoodie and stood up.
"We better leave before they get annoyed at us still being here," he said.
"You don't want me to repay the favor?" She asked.
"No," he said.
He leaned closer and she almost forgot how to breathe. He was so close that she thought he was about to kiss her.
"I told you I love the taste of pussy. I wasn't lying," he said.
He grabbed her chin and gently shook her head from side to side.
"Let's get out of here," he said.
He moved away from her and she started breathing normal again. He stepped away from the table and she turned her head to look at him. He stopped in the open door and looked back at her. She couldn't help but laugh again.
"Are you coming or what?" He asked.
"I just did," she said.
He burst out laughing and shook his head. She jumped off the table, grabbed her backpack, walked over to him, and slapped his ass as she walked past him and out in the hallway.
"Race you to the parking lot," she said.
"You're on," he said.
She started sprinting and he ran after her. They ran down the empty hallways and he overtook her right before reaching the door to the parking lot. He pushed it open and raised his fists in victory.
"I'm the fucking best!" He shouted.
He looked at her and winked at her. She chuckled and nodded.
"The fucking best," she said. "Have a good night, Randy."
"I still have your thong," he said.
"I know," she smirked. "Keep it as a reminder of how good I tasted. You can always bring it back to me if you ever want a redo or something more."