Lurked here for awhile, but never thought I’d end up posting. The details of my intimate life are normally pretty dull, but this was pretty outlandish for me, so I decided to give it a try.
So, for a bit of context, I’m a manager at an IHOP, and I also serve at a dine-in movie theater (job that pays the bills vs job I actually enjoy). I was at the restaurant from 10 am to 8pm and the shift ran smoothly to the point of boredom. When I find myself with nothing to do at work, I tend to just browse through reddit on my phone, which, uh, tends to lead to some problems, as slacks do a poor job of hiding an erection. Around 6, I get a text from one of my bosses from the movies asking if I can come in after my shift in the syrup mines. Now, I only work a day or two a week at the theater and generally avoid working nights where I have to be at IHOP the next morning, and I know they know that, so they must be desperate if they’re reaching out, so I acquiesce, though I was really looking forward to getting home, stripping down, throwing on some porn (or just clicking through reddit again) and going to town. It’s around 8:50 when I finally step out of the restaurant, and the theater needs me at 9:30, which gives me a bit of a buffer in between, but not enough time for a wank stop at my house in the opposite direction.