McDonald's Midnight

Three AM at the golden arches. The only place open, the only light in this dead town besides the petrol station. I was four pints deep and craving a Big Mac like my life depended on it.

She was working the drive-thru window—Gemma, according to her name badge. Slim little thing with her hair scraped back under the cap, big brown eyes, and lips glossy enough to catch the fluorescent light.

"That'll be seven forty," she said, then paused. "Wait—I know you. You're Jake's mate, yeah? From the Lion?"

"Guilty."

"Thought so." She leaned on the window frame, giving me a better view. "You were watching me last Saturday. Don't think I didn't notice."

"Hard not to watch."

She grinned—all confidence. "Smooth. Park up over there. I'm on break in five."

She slid into my passenger seat smelling like chip fat and perfume, an odd combination that shouldn't have worked but absolutely did.

"Alright then," she said, pulling off her cap and shaking out her hair—long, dark, wavy. "Let's not fuck about. I've seen you looking, you've seen me looking. We both know why I'm here."

"I like a woman who knows what she wants."

"Yeah well, want and need are different things." She climbed over the gearstick into my lap, surprisingly nimble. "And I need a good fuck. Jason—that's my ex—was absolutely useless. Two pumps and done. Every time."

"Sounds disappointing."

"You have no idea." She kissed me, aggressive and hungry. "So you better be worth it."

Her uniform was surprisingly easy to remove—buttons and velcro, designed for quick changes. Underneath she was all lean muscle and small, perky tits with nipples already hard.

"Like what you see?" she asked, grinding down on me.

"Fucking love it."

I pulled her closer, took a nipple in my mouth. She gasped, her hips moving faster, creating friction through my jeans that was driving me mental.

"Need you," she breathed. "Now. Got a condom?"

"Glove box."

She reached over, found one, then made quick work of my jeans. When she sank down onto me, we both moaned.

"Oh fuck yes. Finally a proper cock."

She rode me like she had something to prove, and maybe she did. The car rocked, windows fogging up despite the cold. Her hands gripped my shoulders, using me for leverage as she fucked herself faster.

"Right there—shit—don't stop—"

I grabbed her hips, thrust up to meet her. She threw her head back, exposing her throat, and I bit down gently. She went wild.

"Fuck—gonna—already—"

She came hard, shaking, her whole body clenching around me. I lasted about three more seconds before following, buried deep.

We sat there, panting, her forehead against mine.

"That was..." she started.

"Yeah."

"Same time tomorrow night? I'm always on the late shift."

"I'll bring nuggets."

She laughed, kissing me one more time before climbing back to the passenger seat. "Deal. Now I gotta get back before someone notices."

I watched her jog back to the restaurant, adjusting her uniform as she went.

Best three AM decision I ever made.