Internet Cafe
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morrobay1990Title: Internet Cafe
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morrobay1990
Warning:
Genre: au!au
Word count: 900
Disclaimer: Jack & Ennis are AP's
June 2011 Challenge- Take Your Fandom to Work
At 1:23am he walked into the internet cafe that was closest to his apartment...it was the summer of his junior year at Berkeley in 2011...it was June and hot as a bitch...weird for that neck of the woods.
The cafe was his favorite not just because of the close proximity to his apartment but it was the most modern one he had ever seen, specially designed at exorbitant cost to the eccentric owner, and fitted with the latest of everything.
It was also open 24 hours a day...it had tables and booths and secluded areas in a huge front room area that was divided at intervals by walls of tall potted palm trees...it had original oils on the walls from local and not-so-local artists. It was staffed by young and beautiful women during the day and by young and beautiful men at night – another eccentricity of the owner, and another reason it was his favorite place.
After midnight, the ceiling lights were dimmed and at each station individual spotlights were lowered to an appropriate level and controlled by the clients using roller ball mice to raise or dim the light as desired.
In addition to being a hot spot, it was also a coffee house/X-rated book store/upscale diner, and had a small, tastefully furnished back room – very intimate - used as a fetish club (calendar available upon request, reservations only). He'd gone in once - they'd had a beginners, singles-only s & m night...half price...sort of a “get-acquainted” special.
He logged on and ordered a midnight snack...black coffee, orange juice, chocolate donut, the homemade vegetable soup, coffee with cream and sugar, jelly donut and ice water with lemon...by IM.
When it was ready to pick up, he was IM'd back, went to the counter and paid in change...all quarters...the guy behind the counter didn't seem to mind...even smiled at him...and was that?
Did he wink?
The counter guy was pretty cute...probably about his age, or maybe 40 – he wasn't too good at guessing ages - and filled out his slim-cut jeans and black t shirt perfectly. And nice long legs...he loved long legs.
He was the same guy who always waited on him...no matter what time of the day or night he went in, it was always the same guy behind the counter...didn't he have a life?
He looked around at the patrons of the cafe...a couple tables with whispering, giggly girls who wouldn't know what to do with a dick if they had illustrated step-by-step instructions read to them out loud, real slow...a guy and his girlfriend...a little old gray-haired lady strolling down the x-rated book/movie aisle.
Shit, if it came down to it and the counter guy was in immediate need of sex, who else besides himself would really fit the bill?
He reached for the roller ball and dimmed the spotlight over his laptop.
While he waited for the coffee and soup to cool, he closed his eyes and pictured the counter guy...saw him in his mind's eye walking through a meadow in slow motion...he saw him as he unbuttoned his shirt...as he tossed his head back to get the hair out of his eyes...walking slowly...he lost the shirt...started on his jeans...walking slowly...the jeans were gone (no socks, no drawers, he noticed).
He was suddenly in possession of an enormous hard-on.
He looked up, and their eyes met...he moved unconsciously, to try to get things rearranged, but succeeded only in bumping up against the table...he stifled a small scream of pain.
The counter guy came around the front and walked up to his table and asked him if he wanted anything else...
Yeah, I want you to be exactly how I see you in my mind right now, minus the meadow...that would be naked and walking towards me in slow motion...take you right now, over the counter...then we'll leave and go back to my place where you'll do whatever I say for however long I say...
But he only ordered another chocolate donut, just so the counter guy would have to come back...he sincerely hoped he wouldn't be asked to rise and go pick up his donut...no way to hide that.
Meanwhile, the sound of his voice, and the closeness from the minute that the counter guy had stood by his table, permeated his mind...he watched his ass as he walked away, he watched his back and arms as he reached up to bring down some cups off a high shelf...and once again he allowed his imagination to take over...
It took over, all right...it bound and gagged him, and assaulted him with visions of a naked counter guy up against him, legs spread out and pushing...oh, fuck...
Well. That hadn't happened to him in quite some time...
Then the counter guy was back at the table, donut in hand, and he asked him how much it was...by his calculation, he figured he probably owed him a couple hundred bucks...
But it came out to less than a dollar, which he handed to him, 4 quarters, keep the change.
An hour later, as he made his way to the door with his laptop held uncomfortably in front of him, he was already thinking about his next visit to see the counter guy who worked at the best internet café on the planet.
Great 1 minute spot - "Trouble" by Ray LaMontagne & The Pariah Dogs
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5G7bGBUlx2M
Author:
morrobay1990Warning:
Genre: au!au
Word count: 900
Disclaimer: Jack & Ennis are AP's
June 2011 Challenge- Take Your Fandom to Work
At 1:23am he walked into the internet cafe that was closest to his apartment...it was the summer of his junior year at Berkeley in 2011...it was June and hot as a bitch...weird for that neck of the woods.
The cafe was his favorite not just because of the close proximity to his apartment but it was the most modern one he had ever seen, specially designed at exorbitant cost to the eccentric owner, and fitted with the latest of everything.
It was also open 24 hours a day...it had tables and booths and secluded areas in a huge front room area that was divided at intervals by walls of tall potted palm trees...it had original oils on the walls from local and not-so-local artists. It was staffed by young and beautiful women during the day and by young and beautiful men at night – another eccentricity of the owner, and another reason it was his favorite place.
After midnight, the ceiling lights were dimmed and at each station individual spotlights were lowered to an appropriate level and controlled by the clients using roller ball mice to raise or dim the light as desired.
In addition to being a hot spot, it was also a coffee house/X-rated book store/upscale diner, and had a small, tastefully furnished back room – very intimate - used as a fetish club (calendar available upon request, reservations only). He'd gone in once - they'd had a beginners, singles-only s & m night...half price...sort of a “get-acquainted” special.
He logged on and ordered a midnight snack...black coffee, orange juice, chocolate donut, the homemade vegetable soup, coffee with cream and sugar, jelly donut and ice water with lemon...by IM.
When it was ready to pick up, he was IM'd back, went to the counter and paid in change...all quarters...the guy behind the counter didn't seem to mind...even smiled at him...and was that?
Did he wink?
The counter guy was pretty cute...probably about his age, or maybe 40 – he wasn't too good at guessing ages - and filled out his slim-cut jeans and black t shirt perfectly. And nice long legs...he loved long legs.
He was the same guy who always waited on him...no matter what time of the day or night he went in, it was always the same guy behind the counter...didn't he have a life?
He looked around at the patrons of the cafe...a couple tables with whispering, giggly girls who wouldn't know what to do with a dick if they had illustrated step-by-step instructions read to them out loud, real slow...a guy and his girlfriend...a little old gray-haired lady strolling down the x-rated book/movie aisle.
Shit, if it came down to it and the counter guy was in immediate need of sex, who else besides himself would really fit the bill?
He reached for the roller ball and dimmed the spotlight over his laptop.
While he waited for the coffee and soup to cool, he closed his eyes and pictured the counter guy...saw him in his mind's eye walking through a meadow in slow motion...he saw him as he unbuttoned his shirt...as he tossed his head back to get the hair out of his eyes...walking slowly...he lost the shirt...started on his jeans...walking slowly...the jeans were gone (no socks, no drawers, he noticed).
He was suddenly in possession of an enormous hard-on.
He looked up, and their eyes met...he moved unconsciously, to try to get things rearranged, but succeeded only in bumping up against the table...he stifled a small scream of pain.
The counter guy came around the front and walked up to his table and asked him if he wanted anything else...
Yeah, I want you to be exactly how I see you in my mind right now, minus the meadow...that would be naked and walking towards me in slow motion...take you right now, over the counter...then we'll leave and go back to my place where you'll do whatever I say for however long I say...
But he only ordered another chocolate donut, just so the counter guy would have to come back...he sincerely hoped he wouldn't be asked to rise and go pick up his donut...no way to hide that.
Meanwhile, the sound of his voice, and the closeness from the minute that the counter guy had stood by his table, permeated his mind...he watched his ass as he walked away, he watched his back and arms as he reached up to bring down some cups off a high shelf...and once again he allowed his imagination to take over...
It took over, all right...it bound and gagged him, and assaulted him with visions of a naked counter guy up against him, legs spread out and pushing...oh, fuck...
Well. That hadn't happened to him in quite some time...
Then the counter guy was back at the table, donut in hand, and he asked him how much it was...by his calculation, he figured he probably owed him a couple hundred bucks...
But it came out to less than a dollar, which he handed to him, 4 quarters, keep the change.
An hour later, as he made his way to the door with his laptop held uncomfortably in front of him, he was already thinking about his next visit to see the counter guy who worked at the best internet café on the planet.
Great 1 minute spot - "Trouble" by Ray LaMontagne & The Pariah Dogs
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5G7bGBUlx2M
