Not surprisingly my schedule at work immediately changed to Thursday’s, Friday’s, and Sunday’s – the three days of the week Trent worked. Each of the days I was scheduled to close for reasons which remained unspoken. At the end of my shift I would wipe down the bar, clean, close and lock the register, and do a final walk through, always ending at the men’s room. Most nights Trent was already in there and if he wasn’t, I would sit in there and wait for him.
The routine was the same each night for over a month. He would lean back against the bathroom sink. I would kneel down, take off his shorts, and suck him to completion. Trent lasted longer as the days passed but it still never took me more than five minutes to receive his deposit. I would swallow his cum and leave without even a goodbye. Our unspoken secret. As little words as possible. If I was going to be the supposed blow job queen of West Palm, this was certainly a way to keep my skills in tact.