Sully usually likes to go to the vending machine to purchase a bottle of water every day at 2:00 pm. It's 2:14, where is he? If I loiter here any longer I will be late! The day where I can spare a couple of minutes to coincidentally meet him at the vending machine is where he decides to switch things up. Now that I think about it, trying something new every once in a while is quite a respectable attribute about someone. Following Sully's footsteps, I decided to purchase a water bottle from the machine.
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I'm surprised this bulky grey box can even function. The interface flashes every few seconds. The words "VENDING MACHINE" are written on a piece of paper in blue marker, plastered onto the wall. The clunky buttons are hard to press and the numbers are partially scratched off. I grab my remaining change and my water bottle from the vending machine.
As I open my water bottle, I slip on a puddle of murky water on the sidewalk. The impact of my viridescent asscheeks causes an explosion. The water bottle flies into the air and spills all over my body before hitting the ground. However, that isn't the only water source on me. The puddle seeps in and makes quick work of my glutes, making it an awkward walk to the donut shop.
I entered the Krispy Kreme soaking wet--a glittery mess. I was late for my part-time shift. Hopefully that they are understanding of my situation, as I was only a couple of minutes late for my 2:20 shift. It was only 2:23 after all. Roz however, wasn't so sympathetic. She despised me. Fittingly, she was a slug--both literally and figuratively. Her large pointy spectacles, her red lipstick, as she tries to look young--if only it wasn't for her spiky grey hair and wrinkly skin. I know why she's like this, however.
I remember during one of my shifts, I was working the assembly line with Roz. I was particularly horny that day. I was too busy thinking about my first interaction with Sully. We were required to go on a dive together, and he said hello to me. Although it wasn't an incredible conversation, mostly small talk, I was so captivated by his words. And I knew he felt the same way about me. There was a strange, passionate tension between us, under the bed of a human wife and husband. I desire to have a moment like that between Sully and I again.
Anyways, as I mentioned before--I was particularly aroused that day. I pondered my next interaction with Sully. One thing led to another, and I was touching myself. Inconveniently, I happened to be making glaze batter for the doughnuts. When you really think about it--discharge and glaze look quite similar. But they don't taste the same. A customer ended up eating one of our "glazed" doughnuts and the restaurant had to close up for the day for poison control. Everyone assumed it was Roz however, because of the sludge she creates by her movement. I was too afraid to speak up, as I was too embarrassed to admit that I cummed into the glaze batter.
Only me and Roz knew what happened that day, and she has a personal vow to make my workplace experience a living hell. I would most likely do the same, in all honesty. I'm glad that I don't have to carry on my conscience that she lost her job. She only got a warning and was banned from working in the assembly line.
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I usually have fond memories of working the cash register at Krispy Kreme. Sure, there is your annoying customer every once in a while--but I don't get annoyed very easily. Interacting with new monsters every day can bring you a variety of experiences; catching up with old friends, meeting new ones, as well as seeing monsters you wouldn't expect.
I see Sully open the door to the doughnut shop. Is this my chance?
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The Two Kinds of Glaze (Mike x Sully AU)
RomanceWhen Mike and Sully get into some smexy business at Krispy Kreme, Sully suddenly disappears, and Mike has to find him, for some reason. :/ This story is angsty asf and also kinky if ur into that ;) bestie Idk why I'm putting so much effort into this...