Page 2 of Taco Daddy

“Oh, you know so much about tacos!”The blonde’s enthusiastic reply was somehow… a little too enthusiastic.Just on the edge of being mocking.“That’s so impressive.Are you like, a taco aficionado?”

“Uh… no.”Lucas was taken aback, and Andres couldn’t blame him.He’d probably never been called out on his mansplaining like this before.“I just come here a lot.”

“Oh, good for you.That’s great.”

The blonde was a brat of epic proportions, making Andres’ hand itch, even if Lucas did deserve it.He’d like to show her exactly why the truck was called ‘red bottom.’

Both of the blonde’s friends now had their hands over their mouths, trying to cover their laughter.Lucas seemed to have clued in that he was being made fun of, but he didn’t seem to quite understand how or how to react.

Stiffly, he nodded and turned back around, which was good because it was time for him to order.A few minutes later, the blonde and her friends stepped up.

“Ugh, finally,” she muttered, low enough, Andres wouldn’t have been able to hear it if he hadn’t been standing right behind her.The fact the line was so long was a point of pride, but he could understand how it could be frustrating… especially when someone was hungry or had limited time to eat.

All three women got the special.Andres ordered it as well.He liked to eat.

Ending up hanging out where he could still mostly see and hear the three women he’d been standing behind was pure coincidence.The best spot to stand just happened to be off to the side from where they were now waiting for their food, a position that allowed him to check out the blonde at his leisure.

She was very pretty in that ‘girl-next-door’ way, wearing a blue blazer and blouse with a frilly skirt that ended just above her knees.Definitely an office worker, which meant she was likely hungryandon a time crunch, which could make anyone cranky.

Didn’t stop him from imagining what turning her over his knee and spanking her bottom red would be like.

One day, he’d figure out why he was so attracted to mouthy women.Owen, his friend who owned the truck next to him, had theorized it was because it gave him more of an excuse to spank them.

There was probably some truth to that.

The women were speaking more quietly about a club opening they were planning to go to tonight.Not catching everything they were saying, he leaned closer to try and hear more.Not that he would go to a club to meet a woman.

Well, there was one club he went to, but it wasn’t a dance club… though there was occasionally dancing.He knew they weren’t talking about the Outlands, though.The kink club was well established in Pittsburgh and had just re-opened after extensive renovations a few months ago.

Andres hadn’t actually been yet.He should probably take some time for a visit.Clearly, he was hard-up for some Daddy Dom time if he was fantasizing about spanking random strangers on the street.

Okay, she wasn’t totally random, considering she was standing in line for his food truck, making jokes about what his food might do to people… but still.Andres didn’t date vanilla women, and he hadn’t fantasized about a woman who wasn’t into kink—specificallyhiskink—in years.Why her?Maybe because her attitude drew him, or maybe he was that hard up.

Maybe a bit of both.

He was still thinking about it when the women’s food order came up.The impulse to walk away to get some distance from his unexpected attraction was strong, but he was too curious about what she would think.Thankfully, the table directly behind where he was standing cleared out just as the women came over, which meant he didn’t have to make a choice, really.He just had to not move to overhear them.

“Oh my god, these smell amazing,” one of them said.Not the blonde.He was pretty sure it was the black woman, though he wasn’t positive until he heard pink-hair speak.

“If they taste as good as they look, I am going to come here every day,” pink-hair replied enthusiastically.

Blondie said nothing, so Andres hoped she was too busy eating.For the first time, he was listening so hard for their reaction, he felt what it was like to ‘strain’ his ears.From the sounds, they had all taken a bite, and he heard moans of happiness and satisfaction, exactly the sound Andres always hoped to hear.

He loved the sound of people who were enjoying food he’d made for them.

“Holy crap, these are amazing!”That was pink hair.

“Seriously.I could eat these every day.Maybe twice a day.”That was the black woman.“What do you think, Rita?”

Blondie’s name was Rita.Andres’ mind latched onto that, even though he knew he shouldn’t care.But he did.

“They’re not bad, but Taco Bell would have been just as good, and there wouldn’t have been as much of a line.”

A roaring sound filled Andres’ ears.He felt as if he’d been punched in the face, and it reverberated all the way down to his stomach.Like the world had suddenly turned over, and all the blood had rushed to his head.An odd nausea filled him.

If Jose, who was on cashier duty today, hadn’t called out his name to get his food, he wasn’t sure what he would have done or said.It was a damn good thing for Blondie’s ass that she wasn’t his because his palm was more than itching.

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