"I'm so fucked," Scott thought nervously as he approached the front door to the motel.
He had just arrived at the final shift of the weekend and quite possibly the final shift of his job. The previous shift, his boss Mark had found out he had turned on the no vacancy sign and left the front desk unoccupied for over an hour to "hang out with a guest". By the time Scott finally called Mark back, livid couldn't even begin to describe his manager. He spent a good fifteen minutes reaming Scott out, although, by the ten-minute mark, his cursing and yelling stopped making any sort of sense and were simply Mark letting off steam.
With his massive rant over and a promise that they "will talk about it more tomorrow night", Scott wasn't looking forward to what awaited him as he walked through the door. Scott shuffled into the lobby and was more than pleasantly surprised to not find Mark behind the front desk. Instead, he saw another coworker, Abby, playing with her phone, waiting for Scott to arrive. Scott had never been happier to see Abby's blank face and dead eyes.
"He~llo Abby. Nice to see you," Scott said with genuine enthusiasm for the first time in his life.
"Oh, hey," she said in her usual bored monotone as Scott approached the employee's only door, "Mark's in his office, he said he wants you to head back there as soon as you got here."
Scott paused with the door half open as he felt his brief hope violently crash and burn like a derailed train. As he recovered from the emotional whiplash, he noticed Abby put up the "back in thirty minutes" sign before gathering up her things and clocking out.
"H-have a good n-night," Scott muttered dejectedly.
"Mmhmm," replied Abby, marching out the door, leaving Scott alone at the front desk.
Scott began nervously pacing around the small area. He knew nothing good would come from going to Mark's office, but knew going in was inevitable. He had spent all day thinking of the possible punishments Mark could have for him. He could reduce his hours, take back the raise Scott "earned", or simply fire him on the spot. Not even mentioning all the "favors" that could be asked of him.
"Or worse. I could have to offer them myself," Scott thought, mentally preparing to let go of any remaining pride as he began shuffling towards the door.
With extreme trepidation, Scott knocked on the increasingly foreboding door. Hearing no response, Scott slowly turned the handle and let himself in. Mark sat in his chair, facing away from Scott, looking at the computer monitor on the desk. He clicked the mouse once and the monitor shut off before Scott could see what was on the screen. Mark then spun around in his chair, a deep scowl on his face.
"So, you actually showed up," Mark growled.
"Uh...y-yeah," Scott replied nervously, not knowing how to respond.
"Well, good because I have a question for you," Mark said as he stood up, "WHAT THE FUCK WERE YOU THINKING?"
Mark's voice boomed in the small office, causing Scott to flinch. Mark took the opportunity to move closer to Scott, his chest inches from Scott's face.
"We had twelve vacant rooms last night, all of which could have been filled if you hadn't turned on the no vacancy sign to dick around with guests," growled Mark as he stared down Scott, who in turn averted his eyes.
Scott noticed Mark's strangely accurate choice of words and, for a moment, wondered how much Mark knew about William.
"You wanna know how much money you potentially costed me? Because I did the math. Now STRIP!"
"W-what?' Scott stuttered, Mark's sudden order catching him by surprise.
"You heard me. If you want even a single cent more from this job, you're going to take your clothes off RIGHT NOW!"
Scott wasn't sure he liked where this was going, but with Mark so angry in front of him, he didn't feel like he had much of a choice. With an unsure look on his face, Scott gripped the bottom of his shirt and slowly pulled it up and off.
"75 BUCKS," Mark continued as Scott nervously disrobed," That's how much each room was. You know how much it would have been if you had rented each room? Well? Tell me!"
Uuh...um...I...I think it would be," Scott stammered, thrown off by the sudden math problem as his jeans were half-way down his slender legs.
"900 BUCK! I could have made 900 bucks if you had just sat in your chair and waited," Mark stated firmly as Scott slipped out of his shoes, socks and pants, leaving him in only his tight underwear covering him.
Scott didn't think it would be in his best interest to point out how rare it was to have customers come in without a reservation on the night shift.
"And now, you're going to pay me back every penny."
"H-how?" Scott said as he stared straight down at the floor, his arms crossed across his small chest in a feeble attempt at modesty.
"Doing the only thing you're good at. On your knees NOW," Mark barked, pushing Marks shoulders down.
Grateful it was simply another blowjob, Scott dropped to his knees in defeat. Mark then set one hand on the top of Scott's head as the other began quickly and violently undoing his pants. He then flung open his fly and dug into his boxers, pulling his rock-hard, monster of a cock out. Finally, he pointed the head directly at Scott's mouth, his other hand pulling Scott closer by the hair.
"Open," Mark commanded tersely.
Scott complied, getting a mouth full of thick cock in return. Mark shoved his cock deep inside his young employee's mouth before pulling it back just before the tip left Scott's lips and then pushed it back in once more.
Mark didn't seem interested in foreplay or teasing. That night, he simply pistoned in and out of the struggling teen's mouth as he groaned in pleasure. Scott' felt Mark's cock slip back and forth over his tongue as he fucked Scott's reddening face.
Soon Mark's cock ventured deeper into Scott's mouth. Scott gagged and his eyes began to water as the thick cockhead began pounding the back of his throat. Scott shut his eyes as he struggled to think, saliva dripping from his mouth down his chin as Mark's balls slapped against it.
"Ungh," Mark groaned," That's it, take it all. Get it nice and wet."
Eventually, Mark pulled out, giving Scott a chance to get some deep, ragged breaths before plunging back inside. Mark's head fell back in ecstasy as he thrust his hips into Scott's dripping lips before looking down at the red-faced teen.
"I've done enough work. It's your turn now," said Mark, "Suck."
Scott reached up and grasped the slick cock, hoping a quick hand job would buy him time to catch his breath. He then opened back up and let his boss's cock glide over his tongue, deep into his mouth before clamping his lips closed sucking hard.
Mark's cock throbbed in Scott's mouth as he rolled his tongue over the engorged head. His small hands roamed Mark's shaft and balls, rubbing and tugging in sync with Scott's head movements as he bobbed back and forth.
