Extra Sausage (Papa Louie x Reader)

Chapter 1: Payment Due ❤️

You are Y/N. You just finished your first day at Papa's Pizzeria. Big Paulie's dumbass ordered like 50 pizzas in one day, Cooper got mad because you placed 1 extra pepperoni on the bottom left slice, that old bitch ordered fish on his pizza, and you only got a $0.78 tip.

Life couldn't be worse. It was your first day at the new pizzeria and you already failed. The cute delivery boy named Roy wasn't there to help either. You can see why he's always so depressed now.

You sigh and hang up your apron.
"Papa Louie's gonna fire me... it's only my first day!" You think to yourself. You shiver at the thought of him shaking his beautiful, thick index finger at your face like he did on the interview. Where was he anyway? He said he'd be in the store to speak about your payment. But it was as quiet as an American Sign Language conversation in the pizzeria, aside from the hum from the lights and subtle squeak from a mouse hidden inside the walls.

"Papa Louie?" You call out. He doesn't respond. You take a step deeper into the kitchen, passing by the make and bake station.
"Louie, sir?" You call out again. But to no avail. He still isn't responding. Oh god. He left you didn't he? A big old bait and switch. You should've known better. Before giving up, you notice a slight sound of steam coming from the other side of a door with a circular glass window. You couldn't make anything out from the inside due to the window being completely fogged up.

"Hmm? I didn't know the Pizzeria went deeper." You stared at the door, nervously stepping forward. Maybe it's a boiler room. You shrug it off, but remember that you're looking for Papa Louie. You take in a deep breath and walk closer to the door. You stare inside before opening it. You still can barely see anything... other than a figure buried inside the fog.
"Papa Louie?" You mumble to yourself. What the hell is Papa Louie doing inside the boiler room? All by himself? Just standing there?

Well, you shouldn't just barge in. It's your first day, and interrupting your boss's odd standing still in the boiler room routine would be sure to get you fired, then you'd have to work in the burgeria next door. Or the cupcakeria the door after that. Or the football stadium. Or the— oh whatever. There're plenty of other jobs in the area. Who gives a shit if you get fired from this one? Not like you have much to lose other than your $0.78 tip. You gather up the courage to open the door and burst it open and get immediately hit with rushing fog. You all of a sudden realize that this isn't a boiler room.

It's Papa Louie's office.

Papa Louie was there. A towel around his waist just barely revealing it all, though was low enough for you to make out the veins leading down to it all. He was huge. His muscles were like rocks. His abs were like a cheese grater. His chest was slightly hairy, though still managed to glisten from sweat. The steam was emanating from his sexy body.

Your mouth was agape. Papa Louie was a hunk.

"Huh? Y/N!? What're you doing in my office!?" Papa Louie held on tight to his towel with all his might.

"I-I-I-I-I-" you couldn't speak. You only could manage to make out one word.
"Payment."

Papa Louie's cheeks turned red.
"Payment, aye? You know you're the employee, yes? And I am the boss?" He slowly walked toward you as he fastened his towel around his waist more. With each step you could notice the jiggle of his muscles.
"It is your first day... no?" He took his finger and lifted your chin up.

Your mouth began watering. This was the same hot index finger he was wagging in your face the other day. You began muttering, even you didn't know what you were saying.

Papa Louie smirked.
"I'd be happy to pay you..." he unfastened his towel and it dropped to the floor. "It's been a long time since I've been satisfied."

You began to twitch uncontrollably, your legs especially. Subconsciously, you dropped to your knees, looking back up at him.

"Go ahead. Eat it like a sausage. A nice big Italian sausage." He caressed his own chest, making a squeaky noise from the sweat.

You quickly grabbed it and stuffed it in your mouth. Five, no, Six, no, Seven, No! You didn't know how long it was but the way it twitched in your mouth was enough to make tears roll down your eyes. You couldn't help but smile.

Ever since the interview, you were in love with him. His sexy voice. His plump mustache. His index finger. You wanted him so bad. You continued sucking with all the force in your mouth muscles.
"Gawk, Gawk, Gawk."You went faster and faster, you could feel a tasty liquid in your mouth. He grabbed the back of your head and began thrusting inside your mouth.
"Mmf!" You moaned.
"GGGGGFFFFFHHHHAAAAAAH!" He growled, finishing inside your mouth.

You backed up, falling from your knees to your back. You were drenched with sweat.

"How was that for payment?" Papa somehow became even sweatier from the interaction. He got down on his knees and went over you, kissing your neck which turned into a suck.

You were still twitching from your excitement. Papa got up, leaving a red mark on your neck from his mouth. He dropped his towel on your face and walked out the room and into the kitchen. You slowly got back up after sniffing the smell off that towel and stared at Papa who was making a pizza bare naked. In less than 30 seconds it was finished and he handed you a slice.

"If you can make a pizza like this, I'll pay you more often." He winked. From then on, you knew you had to become as good as him. Then, you'll always get your payment.