Chuck’s hand brushed against my ass as I was pushing a broom beneath one of the tables at the restaurant where we worked.

I stood abruptly, but my startled feeling of surprise didn’t chase away the rush of arousal that flooded me.

I heard Chuck laugh softly as he walked toward the small stage to roll up its rug.

The restaurant had been struggling for ages, so the owners had started booking live bands for Friday and Saturday nights. It had worked really well; the music drew huge crowds. Those became our insanely busy nights, and we practically had to shove people out the door at 1 a.m. when we closed.

We’d just given the last customer the heave-ho and were cleaning up. I was tired and smelled like the beer someone had accidentally spilled on me. But after Chuck’s little come-on, I was wide awake and horny.

It was just the two of us finishing up in front. But two dishwashers were plowing through a mountain of filth in the kitchen.

Chuck turned and winked at me.

We’d hooked up more than once, but never in the restaurant. But I was seized by the sudden desire to get it on where we worked — in that little rinky-dink restaurant that still held the heat and smell of too many folks celebrating the beginning of the weekend.

I pulled the broom out from under the table, propped it against the side of a bench and walked toward the stage. It was a simple step-up stage. Not very high at all — just enough to slightly elevate one group of people above another.

“Hey, what was that?” I asked Chuck, confronting him about his teasing touch. I tried to sound brutal. But instead, I sounded breathy. I fought the urge to roll my eyes at myself.

“Just my appreciation of your fine, fine ass,” he said.

He collected a bunch of debris from the edge of the stage, dumping it in a bag.

I approached him from behind and reached around to grab his crotch.

“How do you like it?” I asked, already knowing the answer.

“Actually, I like it quite a bit.”

I felt his dick growing hard inside his pants, and that sent a zing right to my pussy. I wanted him, and I didn’t want to wait.

I wasn’t opposed to having sex in a spot where I could get caught. In fact, I was quite for it. It got me off, to be honest.

I rubbed his growing erection and added, “Yeah? And how about this?”

Music drifted steadily out from the nearby kitchen, where a radio was playing. But even above that, I could hear the rasp of my hand rubbing his cock through his clothing.

A hum rumbled through him. It was a sound of pleasure and arousal.

“I like that, too,” he murmured.

Chuck turned quickly, startling me enough that I let out a little cry. He laughed and slid his hand up the inside of my thigh until he bumped against my clit. Pleasure thumped in my pussy, and I sighed and squirmed.

“I want you,” he said bluntly.

“Good, because I want you, too.”

“Let’s go to my place afterward.”

“No.” I shook my head. “I want it now. Here.”

“At work?”

I leaned in and licked his lower lip before telling him, “Yes, on this stage. Right now.”

“You’re kidding me.”

I drew down his zipper and slipped my fingers inside his pants. I found the slit in his boxers and pushed through that, too. I stroked the head of his dick with my fingertips, feeling his erection twitch beneath my touch.

“Does it feel like I’m kidding?”

“I still don’t believe you,” he said, but his cock jerked again.

I looked toward the kitchen and saw a head peek through the order window, but I didn’t tell Chuck.

Good. Let them watch,I thought.

I knew those pervs would love getting an eyeful. And I also knew they wouldn’t narc on us — because they’d hate to screw up their chance of seeing us in action again.

I went to the chair onstage, put one hand on it, arched my back and flipped up my skirt.

I looked over my shoulder at him and asked, “Don’t you wanna do it?”

He hung his head and shook it, as if he couldn’t believe he was giving in.

But he moved directly toward me, slipped his fingers inside my panties

and stroked my slit, announcing: “Wet.”

“Damn straight,” I agreed.

He delved deeper, pushing one digit inside me. I exhaled softly, my body thrumming with pleasure.

“But what if they see?” I asked teasingly, nodding toward the kitchen.

Of course, I didn’t care, but I wanted to know what he thought of the situation.

“What if they do?” he replied with a shrug.

I nodded and turned away, letting my eyelids briefly drop shut as he pushed a second finger inside me. He hummed with eager arousal. The sound sent a tingle up my spine. I was so fucking wet his fingers made rude noise as they slid in and out of my pussy.

I heard the jingle of his belt buckle and the rustle of his clothing being removed. I risked a glance over my shoulder and saw two transfixed faces peering out from the kitchen. Not only did they know what we were up to, they were watching.

Another shiver ran through me, enough that I was sure Chuck felt it. He yanked my panties down quickly, like he was doing a magic trick.

I let out a sharp little cry of surprise that dissolved quickly into laughter.

Seconds later, I felt his cockhead slide along my wet slit. I groaned and pushed back against him. I hazarded another glance and saw our two voyeurs had exited the kitchen completely and were now leaning against a wall, taking in the show. The radio still played somewhere in the distance, but the dishwashers had abandoned their duties.

I spread my legs so Chuck could get closer and thrust deeper. His hands rode the flare of my hips and settled on my curves, holding me firmly. His cock slid in and out of my drenched pussy. Every thrust brushed tender places deep inside.

I squeezed my cunt around him and heard him moan.

I glanced back again and saw one of the dishwashers was sliding his hand up and down the zipper of his pants. I pictured him taking his dick out, jerking off and coming when we did.

My pussy spasmed at the thought.

“Fuck, when you do that it drives me nuts,” Chuck said.

He squeezed my flesh, digging his fingertips into my skin. The small shock of pain sweetened my pleasure. I, in turn, clenched around him once more.

Another groan. He gave me a good, hard smack on the ass. I heard the crack before I felt the blow.

The next groan didn’t come from either one of us. It came from one of the men watching.

Chuck delivered another smack, and then another. My pussy grew tighter and tighter.

I raised my hands to the back of the chair. He pushed my skirt up farther so my ass was fully exposed. All the while, his cock never stopped delving into me. Never stopped thrusting.

I checked out our audience again. The guy who’d been rubbing himself had taken the plunge. He’d unzipped and was furiously jerking off. The other one, well, he was now teasing himself through his pants.

The sight of them doing that, and knowing they were watching, pushed me. I was just a hair away from coming, but I was enjoying the process.

Chuck smacked me again and then touched my asshole. I groaned, and the sound kicked off a cascade as more exclamations of lust came from one of the dishwashers and Chuck. There was no way my lover was oblivious to the presence of our audience. He knew, and he was getting off on it, too.

I shoved myself back toward Chuck quickly, sliding my hand down and finding my clit. I pinched that little nub, and a tremor went through me. I did it again and again.

Chuck moved faster, pushing deep inside me before withdrawing almost all the way. When I groaned in frustration, he laughed and plunged back into my cunt. He didn’t pull out as much then. He stayed close, fucking me with short deep jabs.

That’s what did me in. I came, tilting my head back and crying out to the ceiling.

I heard someone say something back by the kitchen, and I smiled.

Disengaging from Chuck, I turned and sat on the chair. I grabbed him by the hips and tugged until he stepped forward, his cock nudging my lower lip and painting it with my own juices. I opened my mouth, took him in and pushed my lips down his shaft as far as I could.

My hand drifted to my lap, and my fingers grazed my clitoris before I drove two fingers deep inside my cunt.

I wanted my hardworking friends to get a good show. They deserved it.

I pushed my fingers deeper, curling them inside myself. I was wet and swollen from my orgasm, and I knew I’d come again rather quickly.

Chuck took the back of my head in his big hand. He urged me onward gently, thrusting into my willing mouth.

I looked behind him, and this time both dishwashers were jerking off. They were stroking their cocks as I continued to finger-fuck my pussy and suck Chuck’s dick.

His fingers tangled in my hair, tugging just a bit.

I didn’t want him to come too fast, so I broke away and moved my mouth down to suck his balls. I traced circles and figure eights with my tongue. I dipped lower and licked his taint. Then I returned to his sac and sucked again.

“Oh fuck. That’s good,” he said. He tried to wedge his cock back in my mouth, but I made him wait. I continued to lap at his balls as I banged the heel of my hand against my clit with every thrust of my fingers.

“Fuck. Please,” he said.

His pleading tone broke my resolve, and I took him between my lips again. I let his shaft slide over my tongue. Let him push into my mouth so far I almost gagged.

I pulled my fingers free of my pussy and stroked my clit.

Chuck fucked my mouth faster, his hand in my hair and his breath ragged.

“I’m going to come. Any minute, I’m going to come,” he warned, his voice breathy and desperate.

I pinched my clit, rubbed it and pinched it again.

He groaned, his body jerking. I felt the hot splash of his come on my tongue, and I stayed still, letting him shoot his load down my throat.

My orgasm hit, and I writhed on the chair, my whole body bucking from the force.

In the back of the room I heard gasps and groans.

I pulled back, wiped my mouth and straightened my skirt.

Chuck was grinning at me.

I glanced behind him to see our watchers drifting back to the kitchen.

“That made clean-up a fuck ton more fun than normal,” he said.

“I think the whole crew tonight would agree,” I said with a smile.