#tostellify

It's another mundane night at the diner, you've been waitressing at this godforsaken place for the past year and you've never seen anything remotely interesting happen here.

That is until around 2 months ago, there's been an evening regular who comes in around eight almost every day, and orders the exact same thing. Doesn't sound bad, right?

Well he's a fucking creep. Almost always staring at your ass when you walk back to the kitchen, eyes glued to your tits when you lean over the table to pick up his plate, or once you stood too close and he had a very clear boner.

And this isn't to say he's ugly, he's almost attractive in his own nerdy way, just like a pipe cleaner with eyes. But you can't stand him, always watching and being a total perv.

Today though, he stumbles in around his usual time and plops right down on the sticky bench in the back. Sighing, you mentally prepare yourself and pick up a menu and your notepad. It's obvious that he's watching you make your way over, but he's trying to hide his eagerness.

"Welcome in, you need time with the menu?"

You try to keep your tone even and blank despite your disdain for him, just to be combatted by his wide eyes and head shake.

"No, just a plain waffle and coffee. No milk and yes sugar please."

Right, of course. What else would he possibly want? You take a deep sigh and stalk to the kitchen, not bothering to ask if he wanted bacon or sausage (never), and painfully aware of him watching you.

When you come back out with his things, he mumbles a form of thanks like typical, but for some reason you just won't let it slide today.

"What?" You know exactly what he said, and your voice came out snappier than intended, but you're tired of him acting like this.

"Uh- me?"

How dense could this guy be?

"Yes you, who the fuck else?"

"Oh. I just said thank you?" He's not used to you going off the usual script, and it's throwing him off. He pushes his glasses up with one hand, and stirs his coffee with the other.

"Well speak up next time, you're such a creep."

"C-creep? How?" Is he so serious? The dork sits there like a schmuck all the time, ogling you, and now he's playing dumb?

"What do you mean 'how'?"

You're lucky this place is desperate for work, because the way your voice has started to raise would've gotten you fired anywhere else.

"C'mon man, you're here all the time to gawk at me like I'm a cheap prostitute, and you can't even use your words right."

That gets to him, you sure feel better for all the words you've been keeping inside, but he's all red faced now. Apparently having the audacity to tear up, and you almost feel bad about how pathetic he looks. The sympathy doesn't last when you see his shaky hands on his lap, which just leads you to see how hard he is.

You glance back, and see that the cook went outside for a smoke break, so you grab his wrist rather roughly and pull him up. He's not hard to yank up, and definitely let's you pull him all the way to the back room. When you shut the two of you in the storage room, surrounded by cleaning supplies, you start whisper yelling.

"Do you seriously have a boner from me yelling at you? Are you that fucking desperate?"

He just shrinks back, although he's taller than you he doesn't feel like it at all. It's truly sad how his bottom lip wobbles, and legs shake when you're so upset with him.

"Please, I'm sorry. I swear I don't mean it."

That's the first time you've actually heard him speak outside the routine, and he sounds just as miserable as he looks. Good.

"You're so gross, you know that? I see you stare at my tits all the time, don't you know how disgusting that is?"

Nodding fervently, the man looks anxious to get out. But you can't let that happen. So you step forward, caging him into the room more.

"I mean, you act like some dumb puppy! It's really just depressing, seeing you act all desperate."

You're trying to get to him, but his face just gets redder and redder. At the word "desperate" his expressions just pinch up and he lets out a little whine. Grasping at one of the shelves next to y'all, his knees buckle.

"Holy fucking shit. Did you just cum in your pants?"

You're in total shock, I mean all you did was yell at him. You weren't remotely nice, but he got off to that? Ew.

He's still on the floor panting and trying to catch his breath, so you give him a soft kick. Nothing hard, just pushing your shoe to his thigh. When the world comes crashing down on him, it's like he got struck by lightning. You watch him scramble to his feet, and push past you out the door, wet patch on his pants brushing against your arm.

You follow him out, just to watch him sprinting out the door. He didn't even pay? Now that comes out of your pocket, dang it. You don't know his name, or anything about him, but honestly the whole thing kind of turned you on too.