For the first time in months, Scott was excited to go to work. Four days after his previous shift in which he sold his virginity to an older customer, Scott drove to work with his confidence soaring. If what he said was true, William would be at staying at Scott's motel workplace for another three days. That was potentially three nights of money, great sex and, most importantly, something to stave off the boredom of working the graveyard shift.
Scott's mind continued to race as he drove through the dark, mostly empty streets. Would he even see William tonight? If so, how soon into his shift? What would William have him do? How much would Scott be paid? His last shift, he received more money in less than an hour than his job gives him in his bi-weekly paycheck. Would he be getting more? William had given him twenty extra dollars on top of the agreed-upon four hundred. Could he earn more if he did more for William?
"Guess I better do a good job if I want to get a bigger tip," Scott thought as he pulled into the motel's parking lot, already getting turned on.
His good mood waned as he walked through the front door and saw who was impatiently waiting for him at the front desk. Mark, the thirty-six-year-old general manager of the motel and Scott's direct boss was standing behind the desk with an annoyed look on his face. Mark was a full head taller than Scott with a build to match. With his shaved head and trimmed beard, he looked very intimidating as he glowered at Scott.
"About time," he spat, cutting off Scott's attempt at a greeting, "I have shit to do before I go. Hurry and clock in."
As Scott walked through the door into the front desk area, he wondered why Mark was there instead of one of the other employees. Normally, Mark only worked weekday mornings, and never when Scott was there, resulting in Scott rarely seeing him in person. He guessed Mark was covering for an employee who had either been fired or quit, considering Mark never tolerated days off for part-time positions. The already high turnover rate that had left the motel consistently understaffed for most of Scott's employment was proof of that.
Scott heard Mark stomp his way through the laundry room to his office and slam the door behind him. Realizing he hadn't managed to say a single word, Scott sighed and made his way to the panel on the wall to clock in.
Scott considered any day he didn't speak to Mark a good one. Mark's gruff personality left much to be desired, and it was a far cry from the kind, laid back persona Mark had been faking when they first chatted online. In the months that followed, Mark slowly wore down Scott's defenses with flattery before finally convincing him to meet at the motel Scott now worked at. One awkward and rough blowjob later, Scott had a face covered in cum and a very enticing job offer.
"Christ, what an asshole. William paid me way more than you do and still has the decency to not be a dick," muttered Scott, wishing he had the courage to say it to Mark's face.
Scott sat in the uncomfortable desk chair and continued to sulk. He wondered why he bothered to do a good job compared to every other employee if he is going to make a little over minimum wage and get treated like shit by entitled, junkie guests, lazy coworkers and a sleazy, rude boss.
"Fuck this," Scott thought, his anger and confidence returning, "If someone is willing to give me over four hundred dollars for sex, then Mark can give me a few extra bucks for doing a good fucking job."
Scott stood up and marched into the laundry room and straight up to Mark's office door. He confidently pounded on the door ready to give his boss a piece of his mind.
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"I think the negotiations are going well," Scott thought sarcastically as he choked on his boss's thick cock.
Mark released Scott's head and sat back in his chair with a smug smile on his face. Once Scott had finished coughing and had caught his breath, he internally sighed and went back to pleasuring Mark with his mouth.
The negotiations had indeed been going well, all things considered, with Scott barging into Mark's office and letting loose the rant he had been building up for the last half hour. He delivered a passionate speech explaining all the extra effort he had put in compared to everyone else and how much money his customer service skills had the motel had likely acquired. He also brought up how he had stuck with the motel despite its high turnover and how he doubted Mark could afford to lose another employee.
He continued for a solid two minutes until he finally saw Mark's expression wasn't surprise and awe at Scott's newfound confidence, but rather a mixture of boredom and mild annoyance. Scott stumbled his way through the last few sentences before he, rather pathetically compared to a few moments earlier, asked for a raise.
"Give me one reason I shouldn't fire you for barging in here and raising your voice at me like you own the place," Mark asked flatly, effortlessly gaining control of the conversation.
Scott spluttered in surprise at how quickly it had turned from asking for a raise to his job being on the line.
"Do you seriously think I care about your performance?" Mark said smugly," Have you seen the garbage that tends to stay here? People don't come here because they want their asses kissed. People come here because it's the cheapest place for miles. As long as everything looks clean and you don't go out of your way to piss anyone off, I'll always have customers."
"B-but what about how understaffed we are? Most people are already doing double shifts," Scott exclaimed, becoming increasingly desperate.
"Oh please, I can have you replaced by next Friday with for less than you make now. It's not exactly a high skill job. Now if you're done with this little tantrum, I need to call Sandra to come and cover for you. You can leave your keys on the desk", finished Mark while disinterestedly waving Scott off.
It finally dawned on Scott that he wasn't nearly as valuable as he thought. Realizing this, Scott thought for a moment, swallowed his short-lived pride and reluctantly played his trump card.
"Twelve dollars an hour and I'll blow you right now," he said glumly, lowering his head in defeat.
"Eleven and you'll blow me anytime I want," Mark replied with a sick grin appearing on his face.
Scott winced at the new condition. He pondered for a brief moment before concluding this was the best he was going to get. All in all, keeping his job and a two-dollar raise after yelling at his dickhead boss was a pretty decent outcome, his new "duties" aside.
With a grimace, Scott silently sank to his knees. Taking that as an affirmation of a struck deal, Mark's smile broadened before spreading his legs to give Scott access. As he unbuckled Mark's jeans, Scott was reminded of the last time he was in this position with Mark. A blowjob in that very office after a period of talking online, Scott was offered his current position as he wiped the cum off his chin. Scott lamented how good things only happened at this job when it involved someone cumming on or inside him.
With Mark's pants now open, Scott pulled down Mark's briefs to just under his ballsack, exposing his half-erect cock. It was obvious from the musk coming from his groin that Mark had been pretty active that day and while Scott didn't consider it unclean, it was still a rather strong aroma. As Scott stroked the cock, it slowly grew to the full seven inches of thick, circumcised man meat.
As humiliating as his current position was, Scott could feel his pants become noticeable tighter around the groin area. As much as he hated to admit it, Mark had a great cock. On any other man, Scott would have loved to be in his current position. But with the added shame involved, Scott only loved it subconsciously.
Resolving himself to finish quickly, Scott put the warm cockhead in his mouth and began sucking. To speed the process along, he attempted something he had seen in porn a few times and used one hand to fondle Mark's sack, while the other stroked the shafted directly in front of Scott's mouth. A spark of pride entered Scott's mind as Mark let out a satisfied groan.
"Good boy, you sure know how to suck a cock don't you?" Mark moaned as he began stroking Scott's short hair.
