The femboy cashier hit his knees before he could even process what was happening. One second he was standing in the doorway of the changing booth, yelling about stained carpets and ruined merchandise. The next second Kota had dragged him inside, yanked his uniform pants down around his ankles, knelt him down, and pressed the wet, still-throbbing length of his massive cock directly against his face. The protest died in Milo's throat instantly. His mouth opened, but no words came out. Just a small, strangled whimper as the heat and weight of Kota's cock settled across his cheek, smearing precum and Theo's release across his skin.
Ten minutes later, Vesper was still standing at the front counter, his arms crossed, his dark lipstick pressed into a thin, furious line. He could still hear the sounds of sex coming from the changing booth. Different sounds now. Higher pitched. More desperate. And somehow even louder than before.
"AHHH—FUCK—YES—RIGHT THERE—DON'T STOP—PLEASE DON'T STOP—YOUR COCK IS SO BIG—IT'S STRETCHING ME OPEN—AHHH—AHHH—AHHH—PLAP—PLAP—PLAP—HARDER—PLEASE—FUCK ME HARDER—AHHH—I'VE NEVER—NO ONE'S EVER—AHHH—AHHH—AHHH—DEEPER—DEEPER—DEEPER—YES—YES—YES—LIKE THAT—RUIN ME—AHHH—AHHH—AHHH—I'M YOUR SLUT—I'M YOUR FUCKING SLUT—DON'T STOP—DON'T EVER STOP—AHHH—AHHH—AHHH—!"
Vesper's eye twitched. He had told Milo to check it out. He had told Milo to handle it. And now Milo was clearly not handling it. Milo was, in fact, getting handled. Vesper stormed across the store, his vinyl dress creaking with every furious stride, his massive ass swaying with the force of his anger. He reached the changing booth and yanked the curtain open with enough force to nearly rip it off its hooks.
"What is so hard in—" His cold, angry words died in his throat. His eyes went wide. His mouth fell open.
Milo was bent over the padded bench, his uniform shirt still on but bunched around his shoulders, his pants around his ankles, his plump ass presented high in the air. Kota was behind him, one hand gripping Milo's hip, the other fisted in his hair, yanking his head back as he pounded into him with savage, relentless thrusts. The wet PLAP-PLAP-PLAP of their bodies colliding filled the small booth, mixing with Milo's high, desperate moans. Theo and Sebastian were still on the floor, unconscious and covered in cum, completely oblivious to the new addition to the chaos.
And Milo was begging like his life depended on it.
"YES—YES—YES—FUCK—AGH—I DON'T EVEN KNOW YOUR NAME BUT YOUR COCK IS THE BEST THING THAT'S EVER HAPPENED TO ME—AHHH—AHHH—AHHH—I'VE BEEN WORKING RETAIL FOR THREE YEARS AND NOBODY HAS EVER FUCKED ME LIKE THIS—PLAP—PLAP—PLAP—AHHH—HARDER—PLEASE—I'M BEGGING YOU—BEND ME IN HALF—BREAK ME—USE ME—AHHH—AHHH—AHHH—I DON'T CARE IF I GET FIRED—I DON'T CARE—THIS IS WORTH IT—THIS IS SOOOO WORTH IT—AHHH—AHHH—AHHH—YOUR COCK IS IN MY STOMACH—I CAN FEEL IT IN MY THROAT—HOW IS IT SO BIG—HOW IS IT SO DEEP—AHHH—AHHH—AHHH—DON'T PULL OUT—DON'T EVER PULL OUT—FILL ME—BREED ME—FLOOD MY INSIDES—AHHH—AHHH—AHHH—I'VE NEVER CUM THIS HARD IN MY LIFE—I DIDN'T KNOW IT WAS POSSIBLE—AHHH—AHHH—AHHH—MY LEGS ARE SHAKING—MY WHOLE BODY IS SHAKING—I THINK I'M SEEING STARS—ARE THOSE STARS—THOSE ARE STARS—AHHH—AHHH—AHHH—PLEASE—PLEASE—PLEASE—DON'T STOP—DON'T STOP—DON'T STOP—I'LL DO ANYTHING—I'LL WORK OVERTIME—I'LL CLEAN THE STORE—I'LL LET YOU FUCK ME IN THE BREAK ROOM EVERY DAY—AHHH—AHHH—AHHH—JUST DON'T STOP—AHHHHHHH—!"
Kota looked up from his relentless pounding and locked eyes with the goth supervisor standing frozen in the doorway. He didn't slow down. His hips kept pistoning forward, driving his massive cock deeper into Milo's stretched hole with every thrust. A lazy, sweat slicked grin spread across his face. "You want some too?"
Vesper's mouth opened and closed. His pale cheeks flushed a deep, obvious red under his dark makeup. "M-me? I—I don't—I mean—I'm working—I can't just—" He was debating. Clearly debating. His eyes kept flicking down to where Kota's massive cock was disappearing into Milo's ass, watching the wet, obscene plap-plap-plap of their bodies colliding. His fingers twitched at his sides. His breath came a little faster. "I mean—well—technically—if you—if you look at it from a certain perspective—"
Then he caught himself. His face snapped back into its cold, furious mask. "NO! Absolutely not! Get out! All of you! Right now! This is a place of business, not a—a—a brothel! Get out!"
Milo, still being fucked, still bent over the bench, still moaning like a complete slut, looked up at his boss with desperate, pleading eyes. "Please—please Vesper—just let us finish—AHHH—just a few more minutes—he's so close—I can feel it—please—please—I've never been fucked like this—I'll do all the closing shifts for a month—AHHH—please—please—!"
Vesper's eye twitched so hard it looked like a seizure. He grabbed Kota by the arm and physically shoved him out of the changing booth. Kota stumbled into the store, still hard, still leaking, still completely naked from the waist down. Milo stumbled after him, whining piteously as the cock he had been so thoroughly enjoying was suddenly no longer inside him.
"Out!" Vesper yelled. "Now! Before I call security!"
Kota sighed, the post sex haze finally starting to clear. He grabbed his cargo pants from the floor of the booth and pulled them on, tucking his still half hard cock away with some difficulty. Then he knelt down and gently shook Theo awake. "Hey. We gotta go. We're getting kicked out."
Theo blinked groggily, his blue eyes unfocused. "Kicked out? Of where? What happened?" He looked around, taking in the cum splattered mirrors, the ruined carpet, the furious goth femboy in the doorway, and Milo still kneeling on the floor with his pants around his ankles and a dreamy, fucked out expression on his face. "Oh. I see. Did we make a mess?"
"Big mess," Kota confirmed. He helped Theo to his feet and started collecting his scattered clothes. Sebastian was harder to wake. The English teacher was still completely unconscious, snoring softly, his face covered in dried cum and a peaceful smile on his lips. Kota had to shake him several times before his eyes fluttered open.
"Wh-what? Where am I? Did I pass my thesis defense?"
"You passed something," Theo giggled, leaning heavily against Kota for support. "Come on, Sebastian. We're getting dressed now. We've been evicted."
Milo finally stood up on shaky legs, his uniform pants still around his ankles, his plump ass still leaking cum onto the carpet. He didn't seem to care at all. His face was glowing with post orgasmic bliss. "I don't care if I get fired," he announced to no one in particular. "That was sooooooooo worth it. I'd get fired a thousand times. I'd get fired forever. Best dick I've ever had. Best dick anyone's ever had. I'm pretty sure that dick cured my depression."
Theo and Kota exchanged a look and burst out laughing. Theo's giggle was high and delighted, his cheeks still flushed from his own earlier activities. "We've never been kicked out of a store before," he said, buttoning his borrowed shirt with clumsy fingers. "This is a new experience. I feel like a delinquent. A very satisfied delinquent."
"Same," Kota said, pulling his white hoodie over his head. "Let's get out of here before the goth comes back with reinforcements."
They stumbled out of the changing booth and through the store, Theo still giggling, Sebastian still dazed and confused, his tweed blazer inside out and his hair sticking up in seventeen different directions. As they reached the entrance, bare feet slapping against the floor behind them made them turn.
Milo was running toward them, his uniform pants pulled up just barely enough to cover his cock, the button still undone, the zipper still down. He was holding his phone out toward Kota with desperate, eager hands. "Please—please give me your number. I don't care if you have a boyfriend. I don't care if you have ten boyfriends. I just need to have that cock again. Just once. Maybe twice. Probably more than twice. Please."
Kota shrugged and took the phone, typing in his number with quick fingers. "Sure. Why not."
He handed the phone back, and Milo clutched it to his chest like it was a winning lottery ticket. "Thank you. Thank you so much. You won't regret this. I'll send you nudes. Tasteful ones. Mostly tasteful."
Kota turned to leave, but a nervous cough stopped him. Vesper was standing near the counter, his arms still crossed, his face still furious, but his fingers were twitching nervously at his sides. He wouldn't meet Kota's eyes. His dark lipstick was slightly smudged, like he had been biting his lip. "Here," he muttered, shoving a folded piece of paper toward Kota. "My number. In case you ever want to—I don't know—not destroy my store next time. Or whatever. Don't read into it."
Kota took the paper, a slow grin spreading across his face. "Thanks."
Theo draped himself over Kota's shoulder, his voice taking on that fake jealous pout he did so well. "You know how I feel about sharing, darling. I'm going to have to punish you later."
Kota leaned down and kissed him softly, his thumb brushing over Theo's flushed cheek. "It's alright. You're still my favorite."
Theo's pout melted into a genuine smile. "I better be. Now come on. We still have shopping to do. And I think Sebastian needs coffee before he passes out again."
Sebastian, who had been leaning against a mannequin and staring blankly at a display of garters, looked up at the sound of his name. "Did someone say coffee? I could use coffee. Also a shower. And possibly therapy. In that order."
They walked out of Blush & Bind together, fully clothed now, their arms full of shopping bags they hadn't actually paid for but that Vesper was too exhausted to ask about. The Galleria stretched out before them, endless and glittering, and somewhere in the distance, a food court was calling their name.