Fast Food Fling

Part 1

Brandon Bennett turned off the interstate and pulled into the parking lot of Burger Turner, a regional fast food restaurant in Colorado. It had been a particularly hellish day at work and, as the newest specialist at Mountain IT Designs, he felt the full force of the boss's wrath. He was working hard on his very first project for the company and was doing his best to fit in with the corporation's atmosphere. When his boss assigned him the project and outlined how he wanted it done, he never questioned it. He did as the boss requested, to the letter exactly. However, Brandon knew it could create issues with the client's chosen platform. Still, the reserved man kept quiet. Now those problems were rearing their ugly heads, and it was his ass on the line.

Brandon took several deep breaths in a vain attempt to ease his stressed and weary mind. He had visited the burger joint a few times over the last month and had come to recognize the employees. They all seemed like friends to the lonely, single man. The food, meanwhile, was a welcoming taste, a bit of comfort food that reminded him of those rare outings with his parents after grocery shopping.

Brandon sighed deeply as he walked under the golden buns and through the doorway of the restaurant. The vocals of Steve Perry sang out to the young man, which lifted his spirits even as it brought a tear to his eyes. It was at times like that when he regretted moving so far away from his family, but the recruiter gave him a huge moving bonus and helped him to find an apartment in the shadows of Pike's Peak.

After a quick stop in the restroom to dry his eyes, Brandon joined the line for the register. His eyes scanned the menu screens before he spotted her. The young woman behind the counter looked like an angel to him, bathed in the recessed lighting like it were a spotlight from the heavens. "She is a goddess in glasses," he thought. "That geeky girl... I have to meet her!"

Brandon approached her slowly, his heart pounding in his chest. His eyes passed over the young woman, taking in every detail of her face, and every contour of her body. She was about five foot four, with a slim body and small, pert breasts. Her glasses were small blue frames, which added the perfect touch of cute innocence to her smoldering looks, but without dominating her face. Her long chestnut locks were pulled back in a ponytail with a few loose strands falling around her ears.

When Brandon saw her hair, a fantastic vision filled his mind. He imagined taking her from behind, fucking her while firmly gripping her by her ponytail. His cock twitched to life at the carnal thought.

Suddenly, Brandon stood before her at the counter. "Hello!" she cheerfully said. "What can I make for you today?"

"You could rip off your top and make me cream my pants," he thought. He glanced down at her breasts, twin curves concealed beneath the cheap polyester of her work top. He quickly fixed his brown eyes up on her baby blues; he hoped she didn't notice him staring.

Brandon shook his head. "No more smutty thoughts! She's a good girl."

"Sir?"

"Oh, sorry. I would like a quarter pounder with cheese, with ketchup only, a large sweet tea...and your phone number."

Her lips, painted in a deep wine lipstick, read back the order. "That was one quarter pound cheeseburger with only ketchup, a large sweet tea and—wait, what?" She shook her head gently, not believing her ears. Her hair clung to her shoulders, held by static as her ponytail bounced behind her head.

"I'd like to get to know you over a cup of coffee, perhaps? Or maybe a drink, if you'd prefer? That is, if you're single."

"Well, um..." Her head was spinning as she searched for something to say. For once, the former debate club co-captain was completely speechless. "I have a boyfriend!" she blurted out.

Brandon's shoulders slumped as he tried to keep the smile on his face. "Oh! Well...he is a lucky guy." He quickly inserted his debit card into the card reader, paying for his meal.

As Brandon turned to walk away she stopped him. "Wait. Hold on!"

He turned and looked over his shoulder, his eyebrow raised. "Yes?"

"Can I get your name...for the order, of course!"

"Oh, of course. I'm Brandon," he said. He tried to hide his disappointment, but it came out in every single syllable he said. "It's nice to meet you, miss..."

"Danielle, but my friends call me Dani."

"It's nice to meet you, Danielle."

Brandon walked away, finding a table across the restaurant's lobby from the counter. "Good job, Brandon," he thought. "Way to fuck things up...again!"

His mind drifted back to the childhood crush that he asked to the senior prom, a petite half-Asian beauty. Her ruby-red smile was magical. There was also the girl he liked that dressed as Cleopatra for Halloween, a brunette who sang sweeter than any songbird. Somehow, he managed to let them both slip through his fingers without even a single date.

There was even the hostess at the restaurant where he waited tables. Everyone in the place knew of his pathetic schoolboy crush, including her. The line cook gave him this one bit of helpful advice: "Save the cash you're spending on Pokémon cards and get $20 worth of coke. She'll be yours for the night!"

He quit a couple weeks later, having never considered it. "I don't need that kind of trouble."