Damaged goods - Sex Stories

Damaged goods

... had bought new MRI machines or helped old ladies in their final days on Earth." "Sounds very… noble." "Yeah," he said taking a healthy bite of his burger and chewing quickly. "Except a few years after I left, the guy who ran the scheme was jailed for fraud. Seemed he was skimming off the top for 'administration purposes'." Melody nodded, a stray frond of lettuce protruding from the corner of her mouth that she poked in with a fingertip. "Your first brush with organised crime." "Seems that way. I felt terrible for essentially scamming people out of money to line the pockets of some unscrupulous bastard…" "And now you're an IT consultant," she finished for him with a wry grin. "Ironic huh. But it feels good to be able to scam the big boys in return. My little 'fuck you' back to the city." "That why you do it? To atone for your sins." "Sort of. That and I'm good at it. You have any big plans to do likewise? Sabotage Burger King for robbing you of your dignity?" "No, it was alright. Though the staff turnover was so high they didn't get me my own name badge in case I didn't stay. Any idea how embarrassing it is to wear someone else's badge?" "Every day?" "Yep. " "I'd say that was grounds for gangland-style retribution. A fry-by shooting. What were you called?" She finished her mouthful and looked at him hard, as if deciding whether to impart the information. "Kevin." Ryan fell about laughing. "Seriously?" Melody nodded. "The best thing, though, was on my last day I deep fried it." ...

... Ryan laughed again. "Took it off and dropped it straight in the fryer. It's probably still there." Smiling, they lapsed into a short silence, drinking, and chewing. Melody nodded her head to Happy by Pharrell Williams. She had become gradually more animated as the alcohol invaded her system, and went to order another. The rate at which she was knocking them back made it clear she was trying to forget about her boyfriend, or at least gain some Dutch courage to face him again. Every drop worked to Ryan's advantage. He sat watching her flirting with Corey, idly flicking her heel on and off her foot as she waited. Finishing his burger, he roamed his gaze over her figure again and imagined reaching for the hem of her dress, peeling it slowly up her body, revealing satisfying curves inch by inch until the material was free and he'd drop it to crumple at her feet. Nothing but bra and heels interrupting her marshmallow physique. The only way that tantalising vista could be improved would be if he pushed her to her knees, made her look up at him, subservient to the core, told her to unbuckle his belt, free him and suck his already firm cock until it glistened with her saliva, raw desire registering in her eyes at the prospect of taking it all inside her. He swelled at the thought. Evidently slightly tipsy, she swayed away from the bar towards him, far more provocatively than the mediocre surroundings deserved, and placed his Coke and her pint on the table. "You can wipe that look off ...