A Close Eye

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WARNING SEXUAL CONTENT RATED 18+ 

  Dippers first impression on the guests were going extremely well. They were leaving him big tips and outstanding reviews. Hex watched from his bar, as Dipper took the last drink order of the night and was still impressed with his development. The heavily exhausted brunette made his way over to the bar to give Hex the drink orders.

The tall, dark-haired bartender gave him a slightly pleasing expression.

"I must say kiddo, you really turned some heads tonight" Hex chuckles as Dipper looked at him a bit disoriented.

"What do you mean?" he muttered.

After Dipper spoke Hex pulled out small slips of paper. He couldn't seem to read them so this only made Dipper a bit more confused.

"These are your reviews for the night and all of them are pretty positive. You did well Dipper" the bartender flashes him a little smile.

"Thanks but...isn't everyone supposed to call each other by their nicknames in here. That's what I was told by a few co-workers" Dipper points out.

"Your right but honestly Pine Slut in my books doesn't suit you. I'd rather just call you by your given name" Hex answers respectfully as Dipper gives him a small smile.

"Thanks, Hex" he said.

The bartender nodded his head in honor of Dipper's gratitude. Once the drinks were finished he places them on the brunette waiter's serving tray and set him off. Hex had never seen anyone work as hard as Dipper and this seemed to made him develop a slight admiration for the guy. Workers on the first night would always seem scared, helpless, and trying way too hard. Watching Dipper tonight was certainly a refreshing touch.

As the night was nearing its end upstairs in Bill's room, things were coming to a climax. On the other side of his office was a room with a king-size bed furnished with black sheets and a red satin comforter. The bed had four long poles and a square frame above to allow black chiffon curtains to surround the bed.

A few lamps were the only lighting, a dark golden couch, a mini-fridge, a nightstand, and a huge black and gold triangle rug covering the floor. The bed creaks and slightly jostled as Bill was busy with someone. Another male worker was sitting right on top of Bill with no clothes on and moans escaping his lips.

"Ah~" the gentlemen moaned.

He was moving up and down with Bill's hard cock up his ass. The man seemed to be enjoying the throb of his boss's dick inside of him. While Bill just held the man's hips to keep him steady and seemed pleased to be getting a free fuck. Suddenly Bill slightly squeezed the man's hips and gave a look as if he was trying to hold back. The man smirked as he let out a playful chuckle.

"That's right...cum inside me" the man moaned as licked his lips.

"Not unless I get to you first" Bill mumbled.

The man looked a bit confused until he was quickly pounced on by Bill who overpowered him. Pinning the surprised man to the bed Bill leaned forward as he held the guy's legs back as far as he could get. With Bill's cock still inside the man he proceeds to fuck him, only this time the speed and pressure went up.

The bed creaked louder as the pair continued to have rough sex on the bed. Bill maneuvered himself to rest on his knees as he pulled the man closer to him with his legs. The strong-looking, golden hair boss continues to fuck the guy until with the element of surprise he uses his hand to stroke the man's average-sized cock.

The gentlemen's moans grow louder with each thrust as the pleasure was building up so much. Eventually, within a minute or two the man ejaculates all over his stomach, leaving him a mess. Once Bill saw this he pulls his dick out of the man's rectum, shuffles to the end of the bed, and grabs a towel to wipe himself clean.

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