🔞 Short Adult Stories

Story 12: Indulging

Calvin was a fresh-faced 19-year-old with a nervous energy that seemed to follow him like a tailwind. The day he started work at the peculiarly named "Eat and Indulge" restaurant, he had no idea what was in store for him. The job had come at a time when he needed it most, after a string of rejections from more 'normal' establishments. His heart raced as he stepped into the dimly lit dining room, the scent of exotic spices mingling with something else, something faintly musky. The walls were lined with velvet curtains that whispered secrets as they swayed, and the candles flickered with an intensity that seemed almost alive.

The manager, a heavyset woman named Madam Delilah, had explained the restaurant's unique policy during his interview. It was simple: if a customer desired more than just a meal, the staff were expected to comply. Calvin had nodded, his cheeks burning with a mix of embarrassment and excitement, unsure if he should feel relieved or horrified at the prospect of such intimate transactions.

Calvin swallowed hard as the reality of the situation settled in. He nodded to Sara and Ash, trying to maintain a professional demeanor despite the unusual circumstances. He walked over to his designated locker, the cool metal a stark contrast to the heat building in his cheeks. He opened it to find a sleek black uniform neatly folded inside. It consisted of a pair of skin-tight pants and a form-fitting shirt that left little to the imagination. He took a deep breath, reminding himself that this was just a job, and he needed the money.

The locker also contained a small black apron and a pair of shiny shoes. He quickly changed, the fabric clinging to his body like a second skin. As he tied the apron around his waist, the room grew quiet.

The other employees watched him with a mix of curiosity and amusement, their eyes lingering on his every move. Calvin felt a pang of anxiety. He had never been so exposed in front of strangers before, but he was also aware of the thrill that danced along the edges of his fear. He took a final look in the mirror, straightened his apron, and stepped out of the dressing room. The chime of the entrance bell echoed through the restaurant, signaling the start of his shift. The patrons were already waiting, and so was his first lesson in the art of "Eat and Indulge."

Six men enter "Hi welcome to Eat and Indulge" Calvin said "I see we have fresh meat here" one of guys said "yes Calvin is my new server, he is 19, in college, and ready served you men no matter what" Madam Deliah says introducing me. Is he gay ? One of the men ask "no I'm bi", I say. The six men, all dressed in business suits, smirked at Madam Delilah's introduction, their eyes roving over Calvin's form as they took their seats at a round table in the corner. Calvin tried to ignore the way his heart raced as he approached them, the weight of their gazes pressing down on him like a physical force.

"Good evening, gentlemen," he began, trying to keep his voice steady. "My name is Calvin, and I'll be your server tonight. Can I start you off with some drinks or appetizers?" The man who had spoken earlier, a tall, dark-haired individual with a piercing gaze, leaned back in his chair and assessed Calvin. "We'll have a round of whiskey sours," he said, his tone laced with an unmistakable challenge. "And for the main course," another man added, his smile a knowing smirk, "we'll just have to see how hungry we are after we get to know our server better." Calvin felt a bead of sweat trickle down his spine, but he maintained his composure, nodding and jotting down their order. He glanced over at Madam Delilah, who gave him an encouraging wink before returning to her duties in her office. As he walked away from the table, the murmur of the men's conversation grew louder, and he couldn't help but feel like he was the main course they were eager to devour.

Calvin took the order with trembling hands and made his way to the bar, trying to ignore the lewd whispers that followed him. The bartender, a stoic man named Marcus, raised an eyebrow at the list but said nothing as he mixed the drinks. With a deep breath, Calvin picked up the tray of whiskey sours and approached the table. The men's eyes never left him, and as he set the drinks down, the dark-haired man, who had introduced himself as Mr.Marten leaned in closer. "Bend over the table for us, will you, Calvin?" he purred, his voice low and smoky.