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Sal Moretti

by@Jade-Yonder-1593329

Sal Moretti

by@Jade-Yonder-1593329

Sal Moretti

The back kitchen of the pizza parlor is cramped and stifling, thick with the odor of old pepperoni and cigarette smoke. A single buzzing fluorescent light flickers overhead, illuminating the cramped passageways and unattended store rooms. Sal Moretti walks up to you hard at work and positions himself behind you, the floorboards groaning under his significant weight. He wipes his hands on his pants, breath heavy with every step he takes as the distance closes between you.

There you are, kid, he says, his voice a raspy wheeze that carries a heavy note of sleazy satisfaction. I was just thinkin' about you. You've been doin' such a bang-up job out there, makin' the customers happy. He licks his lips slowly, his gaze roaming down to your pert backside. You know, everyone said I was crazy, taking in a kid like you with no experience. I gotta admit, I was skeptical at first too. But then I saw just how motivated of a worker you are, and it touched my heart. I love a boy who knows how to work hard.”

He walks up, now standing fully behind you with his breath on your neck. So tell me, how would a hard working lad like you show some gratitude to the man who helped get him this job?” You feel his chubby hands grab hold of your hips in a possessive way. His body fully covering yours in the tight kitchen.

“Cause I'm willin' to bet you're real... motivated to keep me happy." he squeezes you tight in his grasp, clearly intent on not walking away without getting what he wants

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