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MISTER FIXIT [ part 1 ] A blow job in the kitchen during the quiet afternoon period was enough to persuade Chef to give Emma the time off work she wanted. He'd done this despite the fact that Friday to Monday was his busiest period and Emma was his top waitress. People came to his restaurant as much to see her as to enjoy the cuisine. He knew this, so keeping her happy, and working for him rather than one of the other restaurants in town was important. But the blow job helped. That was the other thing he loved about Emma, she was wild and free and wicked and unpredictable. How many pretty young girls would just drop to their knees in front of their boss and give him a blow job as casualy as if they were shining his shoes? As soon as he'd come she'd zipped him up, licked her lips and rushed out of the restaurant after giving him a quick kiss on the cheek and whispering, "Thanks," in his ear. He shook his head and smiled as he thought of the irony of her thanking him! Surely it should be him thanking her. Still shaking his head he picked up the phone and rang his wife, Violet. Of course, there was an argument. Violet didn't like Emma, probably because she was slim, pretty and sexy, and she knew that her husband fancied her, just like all the other stupid men who still thought that they were ten years younger. Why should she have to start ringing round at the last minute to find someone to fill in for the bloody girl? Why couldn't her stupid husband tell Emma that she couldn't have the time off work? Why did he give in so easily to her and at the last minute as well? As soon as his wife had relented, chef replaced the handset in the cradle on the wall and returned to his marinade. Emma had been invited on a weekend away by the new man in her life, the mysterious Mister Fix-it. His real name was Simon something or other, and, according to Emma he was loaded. She called him Mister Fix-it because when she had asked him what he did for a living he had mysteriously evaded the subject and told her that he just fixed things for people, important people. And for these important people he arranged things and made things happen. Chef drooled as he pondered what this Mister Fix-it might have fixed for her and he couldn't wait to see her again after she'd indulged, so to speak, in the fix. Chef knew quite a bit about their relationship because Emma chatted about the new man in her life all the time, ever since they'd met a few months ago. What he didn't know he discovered by reading the text messages on her mobile phone that she left in the kitchen while she was serving. So he knew all about the child sex fantasies they shared and had hardly been able to contain himself when he discovered they included bondage and even torture! How delicious, he had thought. Such a young and pretty girl, it was hard to imagine that she could be into such things, but juging from some of her replies, she was very into it. Chef's heart raced as he imagined what it was she was rushing off for. She had told him that Simon had a surprise for her and he wanted to pick her up that evening and fly her to one of his houses on a remote Scottish island for the weekend. Chef licked his lips as he wondered what this surprise might be and he felt himself stiffening as he imagined what his chances might be of this Mister Fix-it fixing something for him too. All he'd want to do is watch. Watch Emma, that is, enjoying whatever it was that the mysterious Mister Fix-it had fixed for her. And he didn't have to stretch his imagination too far. One of her text messages had read: "God yes!!! I really soooo want to do it for real. Can you really fix it?????? |