Chuck's Chicken Shack
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Category:
Erotica › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
1
Views:
2,695
Reviews:
2
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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Chuck's Chicken Shack
A/N: My First proper original story, so be gentle. Flamers will be lightly boiled, but constructive criticism is welcome. Enjoy :D
Chuck’s Chicken Shack
After 2 weeks in her new job, Luka was about ready to quit. A sheen of sweat and grease from the fryers covered her pale forehead. She heaved another heavy box of frozen chips into the kitchen, kicking the door shut behind her. She knew that fast-food restaurant work would never be glamorous, but this was ten times worse than she had imagined.
The hours were long, the pay was bad, and a steady stream of bad-tempered and leering divorced fathers with their visiting offspring trying to sneak a look down the top of her uniform (which wasn’t exactly modest) was enough to put anyone off. But until she had the money to leave home, find a better job and get out of her dead-end town, she was staying.
Today had been one of the better days at ‘Chuck’s Chicken Shack’, the greasy hellhole she called her place of work. Quiet, with few customers, being a weekday mostly just schoolkids bunking off and hiding in the toilets. Luka was in her favourite spot, right at the back of the kitchen at a chopping board, slicing pickles and not being noticed.
Casey, Chuck’s son was working that day. He was the only thing, apart from the money, making her stay. Although his father had dirty, buck teeth, a squint, far too much body hair for a human male and ratty iron grey hair which he never washed, Casey seemed to have missed the worst of his father’s genes.
In fact, as genetics went, Casey was pretty spectacular. Slim, and not very muscular, an almost olive complexion from a life spent in the Arizona sun, a sweep of thick black hair almost covering one of his piercing blue eyes, a straight nose and pouting lips which had never said a harsh word to her. He treated all the girls at Chuck’s ‘like ladies’, as his mother had drummed into him, but both he and Luka knew she was his special girl. Being about 4 years younger than him, (she was 18, and by her guess he couldn’t have been older than 22) and childlike, with her small form and big brown eyes staring out of a pale face, this was meant more as a term of endearment, like a big brother might speak to his sister.
It was getting towards closing time, about 6 by her guess; there was no clock in the kitchen. As the last giggling schoolgirl left the restaurant, Casey shouted to her.
‘Luka? You there sweetheart?’
‘Yep, just finishing up, did you want anything doing?’
‘Could you just go and check the stuff in the freezer, if we need to order anything or whatever, and do the same for the cold store while you’re there, and I’ll clean up out front, okay?’
‘I’ll get right on it’
Luka cleaned up, dumping the sliced pickles into a tub and adding the knife and chopping board to the small mountain of washing up. She rinsed her hands and went into the walk-in freezer. A blast of icy air hit her, piercing the thin cotton of her uniform. Her nipples stiffened, rubbing against the fabric of her shirt.
She ran her eye over the boxes of frozen food, burgers, fries and chicken, counting in her head. They had, as ever ordered way too much, so there was plenty. She snapped the freezer door shut and moved onto the cold store, which acted as a refrigerator.
Same procedure again, checking over boxes of vegetables, milk and bread buns. It was all fine, but for some reason Casey always made her check. She jumped at a clatter behind her. Casey stood in the doorway.
‘I’m done out front, just wondering if you were okay’
‘Fine, nothing we need or anything’
‘C’mon then baby girl, let’s get home’
He stepped forward, offering an arm to put around her shoulders. As he did so, the door slammed shut and everything went black.
‘Oh shit’
He stepped back, banging the release catch with his fist.
‘Er, Luka..You know I told you about the catch being broken last week….’
‘You’re kidding me’
‘Well, it’s still broken’
‘Fuck…What are we gonna do?’
‘Call my dad I guess, get him to let us out…’ He said, pulling out his phone and pressing the keys. A few minutes later, he had explained, and slipped the phone back into his pocket.
‘Probably going to be a couple of hours’
‘What!?’
‘He’s got stuff to do I guess’
‘But we’ll freeze!’
‘Nah, it’s only about 5 or 6 degrees in here, we’ll be fine if we stick together’
His hands blindly groped in the dark and found her shoulders and drew her small body against his, hugging her shivering form tightly.
‘It’ll be okay baby girl’ he said softly into her hair, lazily running a large, gentle hand over her back. She nuzzled into his neck and put her own arms around him. She was beginning to forget her hurry to leave the cold store. The soft beating of his heart, the gentle labouring of his lungs and his hair tickling her nose soothed her.
Casey gently pressed his lips to her forehead. She smiled into the darkness, leaning her head back towards the warmth of his neck. His hand on her cheek stopped her, she looked towards where she thought his face was, and felt him press his lips against her own. The sheer shock held her back for a second, but a warm hand on her neck coaxed her into a nervous response. She pulled him closer, tilting her head as he ran his tongue softly over her bottom lip. She shivered, although she’s forgotten how cold the room was.
Soon they were kissing fiercely, Casey had slid his tongue into her mouth and didn’t seem about to stop. His hand was on her waist and pulling her narrow hips against him. Luka could feel a bulge pressing against her just below her stomach, and reached down to run a hand over it. He moaned softly into her mouth, pressing against her hand.
His own hand had slipped under the front of the thin cotton dress and apron which made up her uniform. He edged his fingers under her bra, beginning to rub her stiffening nipples and extracting a whimper from her parted lips. After a few minutes more of short, hard kisses and teasing her nipples, he removed his hands. She begun to protest, but stopped as he ran his hand up her skirt. He was teasing her further, running a finger over her wet slit while through the fabric of her pants. She moaned, louder than she realised.
Taking this as permission, Casey pushed the fabric aside and slowly slid a finger, and then another into her. She gasped softly, but was silenced and he began to slide his fingers deep into her, his mouth sucking and nipping at her neck. He continued in a steady rhythm, pushing her back against the wall and beginning to thrust his fingers harder into her slit. She exhaled loudly as her breathing grew heavier and more ragged.
‘Harder, please…’
He bit down harder on her neck as he pushed another finger into her. Her shaking hand found the button of his jeans and quickly undid it, fiddling with the zip and pushing them down his thighs. His boxers went the same way. His erection stiffened further, if that was possible, in the cold air. Casey almost came as her felt her small, cold hand wrap around his cock. She began to jerk him off slowly, but pumping his cock faster and harder as he moaned loudly. She stepped out of her pants and kicked them away. His fingering got harder until he was savagely ramming three fingers inside her as she begged for more.
He leaned his head closer to her ear ‘Can I fuck you baby girl? Would you like that?’ he said in a shaking voice. He pushed his hips against her so the head of his cock bumped the top of her thigh.
‘Yes…’ She gasped in his ear
‘Tell me….’
‘Fuck me…please..’
Satisfied, he lifted her gently, pulling her legs up around his waist so she was supported by the wall, and then with one hard thrust, pushed his cock into her. She moaned loudly, she hadn’t realised just how big he was. At first he moved slowly, mumbling softly in her ear and kissing her neck. Her tightness was driving him mad. He began to pump into her faster, gripping her right thigh and back, digging his fingers into her flesh and slamming her against the wall ‘Fuuck…yeah…...’ he gasped.
He fucked her in an almost frenzied manner, hard and fast, kissing her hot face as he did so and mumbling ‘That’s it baby girl, just a bit more…’ as she bucked her hips towards him to meet his thrusts. Both of their breathing was in ragged gasps. ‘I’m gonna..ah….I’m…cumming…’ She felt him stiffen, pressing hard against her, and the warm rush of cum inside her.
‘Aaah…’ Her own climax came, and she dug her nails into his shoulder, letting out a guttural scream, every muscle in her body weak with pleasure. He drew out of her slowly and held her close, kissing to top of her head softly. She relaxed against him, nuzzling into his neck.
‘You okay baby girl?’
‘Mm…’
‘You sure?’
‘Fine’ She smiled slightly and kissed him slowly, seductively, tracing her nails over the backs of his bare legs. ‘I’m never going to be able to look at this place the same way again though’
Chuck’s Chicken Shack
After 2 weeks in her new job, Luka was about ready to quit. A sheen of sweat and grease from the fryers covered her pale forehead. She heaved another heavy box of frozen chips into the kitchen, kicking the door shut behind her. She knew that fast-food restaurant work would never be glamorous, but this was ten times worse than she had imagined.
The hours were long, the pay was bad, and a steady stream of bad-tempered and leering divorced fathers with their visiting offspring trying to sneak a look down the top of her uniform (which wasn’t exactly modest) was enough to put anyone off. But until she had the money to leave home, find a better job and get out of her dead-end town, she was staying.
Today had been one of the better days at ‘Chuck’s Chicken Shack’, the greasy hellhole she called her place of work. Quiet, with few customers, being a weekday mostly just schoolkids bunking off and hiding in the toilets. Luka was in her favourite spot, right at the back of the kitchen at a chopping board, slicing pickles and not being noticed.
Casey, Chuck’s son was working that day. He was the only thing, apart from the money, making her stay. Although his father had dirty, buck teeth, a squint, far too much body hair for a human male and ratty iron grey hair which he never washed, Casey seemed to have missed the worst of his father’s genes.
In fact, as genetics went, Casey was pretty spectacular. Slim, and not very muscular, an almost olive complexion from a life spent in the Arizona sun, a sweep of thick black hair almost covering one of his piercing blue eyes, a straight nose and pouting lips which had never said a harsh word to her. He treated all the girls at Chuck’s ‘like ladies’, as his mother had drummed into him, but both he and Luka knew she was his special girl. Being about 4 years younger than him, (she was 18, and by her guess he couldn’t have been older than 22) and childlike, with her small form and big brown eyes staring out of a pale face, this was meant more as a term of endearment, like a big brother might speak to his sister.
It was getting towards closing time, about 6 by her guess; there was no clock in the kitchen. As the last giggling schoolgirl left the restaurant, Casey shouted to her.
‘Luka? You there sweetheart?’
‘Yep, just finishing up, did you want anything doing?’
‘Could you just go and check the stuff in the freezer, if we need to order anything or whatever, and do the same for the cold store while you’re there, and I’ll clean up out front, okay?’
‘I’ll get right on it’
Luka cleaned up, dumping the sliced pickles into a tub and adding the knife and chopping board to the small mountain of washing up. She rinsed her hands and went into the walk-in freezer. A blast of icy air hit her, piercing the thin cotton of her uniform. Her nipples stiffened, rubbing against the fabric of her shirt.
She ran her eye over the boxes of frozen food, burgers, fries and chicken, counting in her head. They had, as ever ordered way too much, so there was plenty. She snapped the freezer door shut and moved onto the cold store, which acted as a refrigerator.
Same procedure again, checking over boxes of vegetables, milk and bread buns. It was all fine, but for some reason Casey always made her check. She jumped at a clatter behind her. Casey stood in the doorway.
‘I’m done out front, just wondering if you were okay’
‘Fine, nothing we need or anything’
‘C’mon then baby girl, let’s get home’
He stepped forward, offering an arm to put around her shoulders. As he did so, the door slammed shut and everything went black.
‘Oh shit’
He stepped back, banging the release catch with his fist.
‘Er, Luka..You know I told you about the catch being broken last week….’
‘You’re kidding me’
‘Well, it’s still broken’
‘Fuck…What are we gonna do?’
‘Call my dad I guess, get him to let us out…’ He said, pulling out his phone and pressing the keys. A few minutes later, he had explained, and slipped the phone back into his pocket.
‘Probably going to be a couple of hours’
‘What!?’
‘He’s got stuff to do I guess’
‘But we’ll freeze!’
‘Nah, it’s only about 5 or 6 degrees in here, we’ll be fine if we stick together’
His hands blindly groped in the dark and found her shoulders and drew her small body against his, hugging her shivering form tightly.
‘It’ll be okay baby girl’ he said softly into her hair, lazily running a large, gentle hand over her back. She nuzzled into his neck and put her own arms around him. She was beginning to forget her hurry to leave the cold store. The soft beating of his heart, the gentle labouring of his lungs and his hair tickling her nose soothed her.
Casey gently pressed his lips to her forehead. She smiled into the darkness, leaning her head back towards the warmth of his neck. His hand on her cheek stopped her, she looked towards where she thought his face was, and felt him press his lips against her own. The sheer shock held her back for a second, but a warm hand on her neck coaxed her into a nervous response. She pulled him closer, tilting her head as he ran his tongue softly over her bottom lip. She shivered, although she’s forgotten how cold the room was.
Soon they were kissing fiercely, Casey had slid his tongue into her mouth and didn’t seem about to stop. His hand was on her waist and pulling her narrow hips against him. Luka could feel a bulge pressing against her just below her stomach, and reached down to run a hand over it. He moaned softly into her mouth, pressing against her hand.
His own hand had slipped under the front of the thin cotton dress and apron which made up her uniform. He edged his fingers under her bra, beginning to rub her stiffening nipples and extracting a whimper from her parted lips. After a few minutes more of short, hard kisses and teasing her nipples, he removed his hands. She begun to protest, but stopped as he ran his hand up her skirt. He was teasing her further, running a finger over her wet slit while through the fabric of her pants. She moaned, louder than she realised.
Taking this as permission, Casey pushed the fabric aside and slowly slid a finger, and then another into her. She gasped softly, but was silenced and he began to slide his fingers deep into her, his mouth sucking and nipping at her neck. He continued in a steady rhythm, pushing her back against the wall and beginning to thrust his fingers harder into her slit. She exhaled loudly as her breathing grew heavier and more ragged.
‘Harder, please…’
He bit down harder on her neck as he pushed another finger into her. Her shaking hand found the button of his jeans and quickly undid it, fiddling with the zip and pushing them down his thighs. His boxers went the same way. His erection stiffened further, if that was possible, in the cold air. Casey almost came as her felt her small, cold hand wrap around his cock. She began to jerk him off slowly, but pumping his cock faster and harder as he moaned loudly. She stepped out of her pants and kicked them away. His fingering got harder until he was savagely ramming three fingers inside her as she begged for more.
He leaned his head closer to her ear ‘Can I fuck you baby girl? Would you like that?’ he said in a shaking voice. He pushed his hips against her so the head of his cock bumped the top of her thigh.
‘Yes…’ She gasped in his ear
‘Tell me….’
‘Fuck me…please..’
Satisfied, he lifted her gently, pulling her legs up around his waist so she was supported by the wall, and then with one hard thrust, pushed his cock into her. She moaned loudly, she hadn’t realised just how big he was. At first he moved slowly, mumbling softly in her ear and kissing her neck. Her tightness was driving him mad. He began to pump into her faster, gripping her right thigh and back, digging his fingers into her flesh and slamming her against the wall ‘Fuuck…yeah…...’ he gasped.
He fucked her in an almost frenzied manner, hard and fast, kissing her hot face as he did so and mumbling ‘That’s it baby girl, just a bit more…’ as she bucked her hips towards him to meet his thrusts. Both of their breathing was in ragged gasps. ‘I’m gonna..ah….I’m…cumming…’ She felt him stiffen, pressing hard against her, and the warm rush of cum inside her.
‘Aaah…’ Her own climax came, and she dug her nails into his shoulder, letting out a guttural scream, every muscle in her body weak with pleasure. He drew out of her slowly and held her close, kissing to top of her head softly. She relaxed against him, nuzzling into his neck.
‘You okay baby girl?’
‘Mm…’
‘You sure?’
‘Fine’ She smiled slightly and kissed him slowly, seductively, tracing her nails over the backs of his bare legs. ‘I’m never going to be able to look at this place the same way again though’