They are waiting for me after my shift. Leaning up against the wall, looking devastatingly sexy, they don't have to lift a finger to call me over, I just alter my course, head straight for them. They hook a finger over my waistband and smirk, "you haven't touched yourself, have you?" I shake my head, think about how much i wanted to, how they asked me not to. "good boy," they smile and I moan, they grin and slide their hand into my boxers, rubbing my hard cock with confident fingers. I glance over my shoulder at the door, hope no one is coming, no one will hear me come apart on their fingers. They grab my face, fingernails biting into my cheeks, and turn me to look at them, "doesn't matter if anyone sees, I want you now." I whine and they curl two fingers inside me, moving in and out at a rapid speed, movement restricted by the tightness of my boxers, palm grinding against my cock. "good boy, you take me so well." They smile, licking across my lips, letting go of my face and tangling their fingers in my hair to yank my head back, exposing my throat, leaning in to bite. I let out a yelp as they bite and suck and make me gasp, fuck it thrums straight to my dick, "please, please, please." I whimper, and they tug my hair harder, finger me faster, grind my cock more intensely, "fuck, please." They pull off my neck with a rush of blood and cold air, "cum for me." They smile, wicked sharp as I obey, body rolling and clenching and whining as I grip their shoulders to keep myself upright. They watch me finish with plain amusement and then pull their fingers out of my boxers, slide them into my mouth, "good boy, let's get you home."