A Life-Changing Night - Sex Stories

A Life-Changing Night

I worked at the Expresso Bakery in The Emporium Casino, Las Vegas. Every day was the same. Make dough, load the ovens, set out trays, stick on price tags, package up, service with a smile. Winter was the busiest time of year. Everything became Christmas-themed. The cookies were shaped like snowmen, the cakes were decorated in green and red and even the cappuccinos had a snowflake pattern on top, rather than the quintessential leaf. We kept the display orderly and beautiful. Yule logs, Christmas-themed cupcakes, mince pies, peppermint cakes, panetonne and everything seasonal in between. The café was decorated with tinsel and baubles and we had a Christmas tree in the corner. Everything looked beautiful and the smell was one divine mix of chocolate, orange, coffee and nutmeg. People think it’s fun to live in Vegas. It isn’t. Not when you work there. You see every type of person you can imagine. Drunks, high-rollers, college kids, trophy wives, loan sharks, gold diggers, celebrities, drug dealers, hookers, strippers, pimps, bosses and you don’t connect with any of them. The only ones you connect with are the ones on the same level as you. *** Katie was one of those people. She and I weren’t after anything serious; we fucked and fooled around and that was it. She was a waitress at Expresso, and had been working there even longer than I had. At first, we flirted just to pass time. It wasn’t hard to get along with Katie. She had a huge personality, a self-deprecating sense of ...

... humour and you knew she wasn’t serious when she put herself down because she quite literally had it all. She was petite in that sexy way, barely five feet with pink-streaked blonde hair. I endlessly gave her the teenage-rock-chick jibes but she looked great. Her body went in and out in all the right places and her smile made her average face into something quite beautiful. We had sex one night, both of us looking to blow off some steam and we never quite got out of the habit. It was so easy to fuck without consequences, to have sex but not be in a relationship. It was the ideal life. We went from her place to my place, to vacant hotel rooms, to restrooms, to cleaning cupboards, until we finally realised we had the ideal place right there at Expresso. *** It was a Friday night, a busy night. Katie had been waitressing all night, while I was sweating in the kitchen. I was losing count of the number of customers and the scrawled orders were becoming indecipherable. I needed a break. The one good thing that I kept hearing from the staff at the counter were the huge tips people were getting. The punters always get generous over the holidays but being in the kitchen meant that I didn’t get a slice of their offerings. It was frustrating. I was sweating in the most uncomfortable way. My mind was a jumbled mess of recipes, measurements and ingredients and I couldn’t remember if I’d put plain flour in there, or whether it should have been corn flour and surely I should be able to tell by ...