Wants What She Can't Have

Lola's wiping down the counter, looking half-dead with boredom. Not many people around, so she just watches the strays while she works. Tim strolls past, drops a hello, and they shoot the shit for a second. She keeps it polite but cold as hell. Once he walks off she gets back to the rag, but a woman steps up to the bar. Lola gives her a quick, practiced smile. Turns out it's Marcie, Tim's wife. News to Lola. Right then Tim pops out from the back, all smiles and hugs for his better half. While they swap spit and sweet nothings, Lola's staring a hole through him. The switch flips fast. No jealousy, just straight hunger, tongue flicking over her bottom lip like she spotted dessert. She wants the win. Marcie and Tim talk house-hunting plans. She ducks off to the bathroom, leaving the two of them alone. Lola's on him in a heartbeat, full-court press. Tim tries to backpedal and get his shit done, but she spins a lie about the register sticking all day and drags him behind the counter. Soon as he's bent over the thing she's on her knees, mouth around his cock like she's starving. Tim's biting down moans so the customers don't clock it, eyes darting toward the bathroom every few seconds. Then he freezes. Marcie's coming back. He shoves Lola off, but she stays low and keeps working him under the bar. Marcie walks right up, chatting like nothing's wrong while Lola's still sucking him dry out of sight. Tim's got a choice to make, and the clock's already ticking.