Zero to Eighty

My head fell back, resting it on the roof's edge of some rich fucker's Mercedes Benz. I moaned as some hot chick deep throated my cock. What was her name again? Julia? Janet? Or maybe it was Janna? I knew it was some J-name, but did it matter to me? Not really. All that I cared about were two things. One, she was hot… really hot. She hung around The Warehouse a lot as some kind of aspiring Import model. Which meant she always draped her body on top of cars wearing next to nothing, showing off all her best assets. And then there's number two: she was down for anything. Even going down.

With my hands I pressed her head deeper into me, and was surprised with her gag-reflex, or lack there of. She took in my throbbing dick with ease, giving my balls a subtle pull. My breath hitched, and my knees buckled slightly. It was that small movement that did it all, and I was about to burst.

"Fuck… Keep going, girl. I'm almost there," I groaned. My eyelids were closed, and I could feel my eyes roll deep into my head. She held the base of my dick with perfect pressure, pumped it faster and faster, as she swirled numbers at the very tip. I moaned again, "I'm gonna blow."

"I want to taste all of you Harry," she declared, her sultry voice was enough to send me over the edge. She stroked me faster, and harder.

Well fuck. She meant business.

I pulled her hair. I needed something to hold, to touch, because in less than three seconds, I knew I was about to let it all go. I think she knew too, because her mouth held onto me, sucking harder, wanting me to be fully satisfied. And then it happened. I bursted. My heavy breathing calmed down slightly, and Miss deep throat let go of my cock. I witnessed her swallow my juices with a satisfied grin. I pulled up my boxers and black slacks that were down to my ankles, tucking in my white button up shirt.

"I'll see you at the memorial later Harry," she winked, brushing off the gravel on her knees.

"Yea, thanks. Later," I nodded my head, buckling my belt.

"We can have more fun tonight," she licked her lips seductively, raising a brow. She and I both knew what she was insinuating, and I was game. What made Miss deep throat here more special than the other girls at The Warehouse, was that she wasn't looking for a relationship. Just an easy fuck, and I was more than happy to comply. Relationships were strictly forbidden in my book.

She walked away to leave me alone in the private parking lot of The Mantra Grill where I worked. I pulled out my cellphone from my pocket to check the time. I had precisely seven minutes before my lunch break was over, but it seemed that only Miss deep throat had something to eat tonight. I lit up a cigarette, and sidled my way from behind the Benz, which had a nice imprint of my ass cheeks-- a work of art if you ask me. I took my smoke towards the front of the fancy-shmancy restaurant to observe all the egotistical rich folk who decided to have their summer dinner here tonight.

"Party of five for Nora?" I heard the hostess call out. She was hot too, but was too much of a prude to do anything with me. I always fantasized about banging her senseless in the kitchen storage room. I knew she'd love that shit. "Right this way, sir, ma'am..."

A family dressed to impress walked down the pathway, and into the building. Everything about them screamed perfection, and it made want to me kick a kitten. But as I stared at one of Marlow Point's finest, did I realize exactly who they were. Suarez. It was the whole lot of them, including the snarky banker who was about to marry the oldest Suarez. Her wedding was the talk of the town.

"Ugh," I rolled my eyes, and blew the smoke into the air. Just then I noticed another body following the train of pompous. She stuck out like a sore thumb. She looked oddly familiar, and I stared harder, searching for some kind of clue or recollection as to whom this mysterious girl was.

Antoinette?

Naw, it couldn't be her. This girl was actually good looking. With actual boobs. And she dressed too edgy, not how Antoinette used to dress. This girl wore a pair of tiny shorts that showed off her lean legs, and as she walked I swore I could see a little of her ass cheek come out to say hi. She also had on a tight black top that did wonders to her breasts, and showed off all her tattoos. I saw ink underneath her clavicle, her shoulder blade, and her wrist. But who knew what else she was hiding. Maybe she was some delinquent from a poverty-ridden city or something? Like they were sponsoring a malnourished kid from Africa. It made sense to me. The Suarez family were all about charity and shit.

I looked at my phone again. Lunch break was over, and my cigarette was just about finished. I dropped the rest onto the cement and stepped on it before grabbing my plain black bandana from my back pocket. I tied it around my head, pushing the hair out of my face as I entered the back doors. In the large kitchen, a dozen sous chefs and line cooks prepared food with swiftness. They were loud, banging on pots, pans, and yelling kitchen jargon. After clocking back in, I returned to my usual spot as a food runner.

"You back Styles?" my supervisor, and one of my best mates asked. Niall Horan. This Irish fucker loved food, and it was only natural that he took up culinary classes immediately after graduation. I wasn't sure how it would all pan out, but the months of my endless teasing immediately stopped when he became my boss.

"Yea mate. Just clocked back in," I informed.

"Good. Francis just went on his break, so take that hummus plate to table seventeen!" Niall's voice was stern, and very boss-like. It was his damn chef-hat. It gave him an alter ego, like Beyonce and Sasha Fierce. Only it was Niall Fierce.

"Manners Niall," I teased.

"Pleaseee," Niall quipped, waving a spatula in my face.

I grabbed a black tray from the bottom shelf and placed the white porcelain plate of hummus and vegetables on top. I held the tray tight, and made my way out the swinging doors and onto the main floor. We were busy tonight. Table seventeen was on the outside patio overlooking the ocean, and as I approached the table I stopped for a moment when I saw who all was sitting there. Suarez,

"Hummus plate and vegetables?" I used the best polite tone of voice I could possibly muster from within me. I grinned, scanning each perfectly sculpted face that stared right back at me.

My eyes landed on the poverty-ridden sponsor chick. I took a closer look on the tattoo below her clavicle. It was a train of flying birds that trailed up to the side of her neck till they faded completely. Then my eyes drifted to her cleavage. Nope. Definitely not Antoinette. She wouldn't be caught dead in something tight-fitting, let alone a shirt that showed off her... assets.

"Hummus? Yes. Thank you very much," the older man, Mister Suarez I presumed, smiled. I placed the tray in the middle of the table and backed away.

"No problem sir. Let us know if you need anything," my pseudo-kindness scared me sometimes. I don't know where the hell I get it from. I don't even know why I keep trying. I get less than half the tips, if I get any at all. It's the waiters and waitresses who liked to hog the big chunks of change these rich folk like to hand out like Halloween candy.

The last two hours of my shift went by as smooth as it could be. I took food to several different tables, flashing a dimpled smile in the process. I only was able to go back to the Suarez table once after handing them their appetizer, and it was only to serve more wine. I clocked out of my shift at the same time as Niall, and we both exited together.

"Take off that damn hat Niall Fierce," I snatched the white chef's hat off of Niall's head, and smashed it onto his chest.

"Geez Harry, show some respect for the hat," Niall bellowed dramatically, as he took his hat and folded it nicely.

"Whatever, man," I laughed. "So guess who was at table seventeen?"

"Your mom?" Niall retorted. I swore I felt my eye twitch from his dumb ass answer.

"Really Niall? 'Your mom?' What are you, twelve?" I mocked. We crossed the street and into a public lot where we parked our cars.

"Just having a laugh lad. Chill out! Who was at table seventeen?"

"The Suarez family,"

"Really? Every one of them?"

"Every single one. Including the banker. They had some criminal child with them though," I pressed the button on my clicker, and the headlights on my beautiful EVO IX flashed. First love can be about a car too.

"Criminal child?" Niall unlocked his car, a white Subaru STI. I used to always joke that Niall's car would be the Oscar Meyer Wienermobile. He never raced anyway, just a major supporter in all things cars.

"Yea, dude. She was hot too,"

"Do you think it was Antoinette, maybe? Her sister is getting married,"

"Hell to the fucking no. Bro, she was the total opposite. The last I heard, Antoinette was on some farm in NorCal. If she came back, she'd come riding back on a horse," I speculated. Niall's head vacillated back and forth, the expression on his face showing that he was actually considering the theory.

"You're probably right," Niall shrugged. "But aye, I'm gonna get home. Gotta shower and rest before the memorial tonight."

"Same here," Niall and I grasped each other's opposing hand, pulled one another, and manly patted each other on the back. "I'll see you at The Warehouse."

I slid into my car and slipped the key into the ignition, hearing the engine roar. It was music to my ears. I rolled my windows down and backed out of the parking space. I lined my car at the edge of the lot entrance, looking left, then right, and I went for it. My car rumbled with such power as it sped past The Mantra Grill, and down the streets of Marlow Point. If there was one thing that truly made me happy and strong, it was driving this car.

Hands down.

Notes

Hey ladies!!

Harry's a little sassy isn't he? We all know that Harry's a huge CareBear in real life, but it's always fun to imagine him as a cheeky guy--- at least, I know I do haha. Anyway, I hope you all liked chapter two, and if not, please let me know. Constructive criticism is always welcome, and I would not take anything personally. If you did like this chapter (and the story so far) please also let me know, vote up, and subscribe too. Tell your friends about it as well.... I would greatly appreciate it. I hope you all have an amazing Sunday and week! Thank you!

-Erica Jaine <3