Page 62 of Back Room Host

As I poured a beer from the tap, I noticed my hands were jittery. I couldn’t ignore the music and the flickering light any longer. The faces of the people standing in front of the bar, waiting to place their orders, twisted into grimaces, and my head throbbed incessantly. Daniel pushed past me again. I knew he probably only brushed against me, but the touch felt so massive and abrupt that I was startled and the beer splashed over my hands.

“Fuck!” I cursed.

Daniel pushed my shoulder. “I’ll say it one more time. Pull yourself together!”

I felt sick. I didn’t want to be here anymore. Anywhere was better than here. Everything around me was spinning, and by now, I didn’t even know where I stood.

“You know what?” I yelled heatedly. “Run the bar alone! I’m sick of this shit!”

I disappeared among the people so quickly that I didn’t even hear what Daniel said. A storm raged inside me, growing into a monstrous tempest. Hastily, I grabbed my jacket and dashed out onto the street. Once there, I paced like a hunted animal in circles until I finally managed to light a cigarette.

“Fuck!” I shouted into the night.

It was freezing cold, but I was so heated up that I felt feverish. Chaotic thoughts piled up inside me, yet I couldn’t hold onto anyof them. I kept clenching my fists and trying to breathe, but I would have much rather smashed something to pieces.

I hated feeling so helpless, but ultimately, I had brought it upon myself. I just had to take a job in a club. It was only a matter of time before the loud music and the crowd got to me and made me lose it.

The cold calmed my anger; I could gradually breathe again and sort out my thoughts.

I’m probably finally losing the job.However, I couldn't help but smile.Juri made so much effort last week to prevent this.

It wasn’t even eleven o’clock when I arrived home. Hector’s coat was still in the cloakroom. The living room light was on, but no one was there. Juri’s room door was closed; he was probably already asleep. I went to the kitchen and poured myself a glass of water when I heard a muffled sound. Puzzled, I set the glass down and went to check. The noise came from the hallway toward Hector’s office. The closer I reached the half-open door, the clearer it became to me what was happening in there.

A clapping sound mixed with a soft moan. That alone made my cock twitch, and I stood still in the dark hallway. But not only heat flowed into me, but there was also this icy coldness running down my back. A premonition. A fear.

“Yes … harder …”

My heart sank as I heard Juri’s voice.No!

“You like that, don’t you?”

Hector?

Of course, Hector! Who else could it be? His deep voice was unique. And the two of them were in his office.

The two of them.

Just two words, yet everything about them was wrong.

No, it can’t be. I’m just imagining things. Hector has a TV in his office. It must be coming from there.

I mentally slapped myself.You can’t be so naive.But there was this tiny glimmer of hope. I had no other choice. I needed certainty. Silently, I approached the open gap of the door.

The room was softly lit, and the sight that greeted me was anything but innocent. Juri leaned on the desk with both hands while Hector stood behind him, fucking him hard. Both were naked, their bodies gleaming with a velvety film of sweat. The sound of flesh slapping together echoed as Hector dug his fingers into Juri’s hips and thrust hard. Juri gasped and moaned, and when Hector wrapped his arms around him from behind and jerked his cock, Juri threw his head back.

“Oh fuck …”

Hector slid his other hand over his chest and wrapped it around Juri’s neck. Juri moaned, holding onto Hector’s arm and squirming lustfully in his grip.

“You like that, don’t you?”

“Harder,” Juri pressed out, visibly enjoying it as Hector picked up the pace.

My mouth was dry as I swallowed heavily, but something stirred in my pants, and my cock rose. Fuck … seeing Juri like this … It was just hot. At the same time, I was horrified.With Hector?Nevertheless, my hand wandered into my pants, and I massaged myself.

Hector released Juri, allowing him to lean on the desk again. But his twisted ankle made it hard for him to keep his balance. Hector noticed and pulled out of Juri, turning him around. Then he helped him sit on the desk.

“Your things,” Juri said breathlessly. There was a greedy sparkle in his eyes.

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