The Last Thought of a Beating Heart

Five

Nicolas Sakinofsky arrived at Big Diner and was busy listening to the complaining of the managers, inspection of the restaurant, checking the inventory, and dodging the glaring looks of some of the employees. This was the biggest pain in his ass. Always bitching and moaning, never anything positive except to tell him how well the latest platter turned out or what the next big thing should be. Too many leaders and not enough followers; it seemed as if everyone knew how to do his job better than he did. Then there was the manager Giselle who always wanted him to put in a good word for her to Darius. She was completely off his radar, and he showed no interest in her whatsoever. He probably never would but she still held out hope.

Giselle was a poor farm girl who lived at the Northwestern edge of town. She had never really worked in a setting other than with farm equipment and the slew of her family members it took to tend to the farm. She wanted to prove herself by getting a "real" job and make her own money. She was an overly obese girl with a rounded face and squinty eyes. To make matters worse she always followed everything with a giggle. This was probably the reason she remained single. To Nicolas' knowledge, she had never dated and tended to fixate on the first person she felt showed her interest. In this case, it had been Darius who had offered her a job and told her that one-day she could become very successful. Money, it was always about the money with him. Darius could never have enough.

Walking through the kitchen area of the diner, Nicolas stopped in his tracks when he heard the familiar screech of Giselle's voice, "Nicolas, how many more cases of sauces should I order if this has been the top selling one? I was wondering because the raviolis have been selling a little slower but since classes will be out soon, should I order a few extra? I just wanted your opinion since you are here today." Nicolas turned slowly with a smirk on his face trying to control the urge to backhand her as she went into a giggling fit.

"Giselle, I would say that you are the manager, and you are here almost every day and you know what is right for this restaurant. If you can't seem to make a decision, then you might want to reconsider your role as manager. I can always yank that manager tag off your shirt; drop you down to custodian cleaning shitters all day, all the time giving it to someone who can make a decision. With that being said, you should order what is needed and if you mess up it's your ass and job. Step over here with me." Nicolas whispered in her ear as she inched forward. "If you fuck up this by being indecisive, you will go back to being the loser that you are surfing the net, hoeing corn, and begging for a man to look at you." Nicolas turned from her with a smile on his face and walked out the restaurant.

Giselle stood in the kitchen of Fat Back's Diner mouth gaped open, tears streaming down her face. "I hate you; you stupid son of bitch. I'll take care of you and Darius."

She turned around wiping her tear-stained face, yelled at some workers and began to plot her revenge.

Driving down the highway listening to his favorite CD, Nicolas had one more stop before he could head back to the office to tend to the other end of the business...the paperwork unless Darius had taken care of that this morning. Fat chance of that ever happening in this lifetime.

Pulling into the parking lot of Aches and Pain, the weight loss center that catered to students and produced some of the fittest bodies in town, he realized that Chandra was at work today. The one piece of ass left in the city that still wanted Darius. Chandra was Giselle's best friend so after his little stunt this morning it may not fare too well for Darius. I guess that's what friends are for. In a way, Nicolas felt he was looking out for Darius with Giselle. She was a social outcast and as far as he knew, she had been stalking Darius for months.

Walking into the center was something Nicolas could be proud of overlooking. It wasn't like the slack ass employees that Darius had hired at Fat Back's Diner. This was a place of beauty. Tight bodies and fit asses to sum it all up: personal trainers, weight loss programs, and a building equipped with the latest and greatest workout equipment. Back Down had made a significant profit within the first few months and Darius had been overjoyed. It helped that the atmosphere was professional and homelike. Nicolas stood and watched as everyone enjoyed their workouts or at least seemed to be.

Stepping into the sauna room, Chandra was sitting wrapped in a towel. She smiled as he approached her, "Hey honey, where's Darius today? You look nice too and I heard that Isabella was coming home in a few weeks. I can't wait to see her again. Are you excited?"

"Darius should be at the office, but with him it's hard to tell. I'm so excited that she's coming home. I haven't seen her in months and to top it off she said she was bringing me an unforgettable gift back from France." Said Nicolas as he sat on the bench beside Chandra.

Nicolas turned to her with a serious look on his face. "I need to tell you that I flipped on Giselle this morning. She couldn't make a decision again and I lost it when she went into a giggling fit after her spill on raviolis. I hope this doesn't cause problems between any of us, especially with Darius. I just wanted to own it before it got twisted in the gossip."

"Shit why would I listen to Giselle? Everyday it's something new on how she wants Darius and how fat is where it's at. I just feel bad for her because she doesn't have any friends. I guess it's wrong but what can I do about it now. She wants me to tell her that everything will work out but why would Darius want an ass that looks like it needs its own back up lights when he could have this perfectly sculpted ass." Said Chandra as she stood pulling up the towel and smacked her naked buns of steel.

Nicolas looked at her and laughed. In between laughter he said, "You know I'm taken and faithful. Seriously though, that is a nice ass."

Chandra smiled and said to Nicolas "I've got to get ready for my appointment. I'm training some people today who have never worked out before. It's going to be a treat. Let me know when Isabella comes home so we can get together. I'll give you a few nights to say hello to her properly."

With a wink and a smile, Chandra walked out of the room leaving Nicolas sitting on the sauna bench alone thinking of the tight ass and pussy of his porn star turned supermodel girlfriend Isabella.

Alone with his thoughts, he could just imagine her honey locks tousled around her while her hazel eyes starred down at him. Her tan, sleek body draped over him as she grinded against him. Her long legs draped across his and his hard dick throbbing against her wet pussy. He couldn't wait until she came back from France. He knew he only had to bide his time, and he could sink his dick in her repeatedly and get his fill.

The vibrating of his cell phone interrupted Nicolas' thoughts; he picked it up and said, "This is Nicolas."

On the other end was Darius explaining about the call from Special Agent Bishop, the murder of Alexander, contacting Hailey, and packing up and leaving for Popular Bluff in an hour.

"I'll be there in thirty minutes."