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Amber knew exactly what she was doing flat-seating the entire dining room. She knew what she was doing leaving the tablets on. She knew what she was doing when she left the to-go food dying in the window that already needed more room for the tables actually in the restaurant. 

It’d been busy since the second she got there at ten that morning, the first warm day of Spring bringing everybody and their mother out to eat. And Terry had decided to open up patio seating with no warning to any of the servers, kitchen, or Amber. 

Joey was an absolute mess and Amber was completely loving it. He’d called her back to yell at her three separate times, each time louder and longer. She just smiled every time, holding her tablet against her chest and absorbing it. 

God, he’s hot when he yells , Amber thought, unsubtly dragging her eyes up and down Joey’s body as he yelled, shoulders tense and arms flying as he screamed. 

“What the hell are you smiling for?!” Joey screamed the final time he yelled at her that evening, eyebrows high and expression a little crazy. Amber just blushed and apologized softly. 

“Whenever you’re done with whatever sick shit this is, can you get back to the line? We’re still buried in tickets,” Ruby’s annoyed voice interrupted.

“Get back to the front!” Joey yelled at Amber, shooing her out with a wave of his hand. 

“Yes, chef,” Amber said flirtily, turning on her heel and leaving the kitchen in a breeze. 

Amber settled back at the host stand, unable to wipe the smile from her lips as she took stock of how many seats were full and made mental notes of what tables looked like they were wrapping up so she could get Oscar or Trick clearing tables as soon as possible. 

“What the fuck are you smiling about?” Nicole asked bitterly, sliding behind the host stand to check her phone. Amber blushed, looking down at her tablet to avoid eye contact. 

“Nothing, just something I overheard a customer say something funny,” she lied. As far as Nicole knew she still only had a crush on Joey. And this was a little too humiliating to admit. 

“I’m seriously going to kill Terry for opening up the patio,” Nicole ranted, furiously typing on her phone as she frowned.


“I know,” Amber said sympathetically, “he didn’t tell anybody .” 

“He’s such an ass, I swear to god I’m gonna walk out,” Nicole huffed and stormed away as yet another family of four walked in. 

The rest of the evening continued the same, all of the tables full, to-gos flying in, Joey yelling in the kitchen. When they finally locked the doors behind the last customers 40 minutes after close, with Terry busy in the office doing the closing paperwork, the whole staff flocked to the bar for a safety meeting. 

Except for Amber and Joey. 

Joey was still in the kitchen, coat unbuttoned, scrubbing down his station for the day, a frown still on his lips. 

“Hey,” Amber said softly as the door swung closed behind her and she made her way to be standing behind the line next to Joey. His head snapped up to look at her, his eyebrows furrowing and his hand tightening around the towel he was using.

“ Hey ?” He repeated, irritation and surprise thick in his voice. Butterflies sprung into Amber’s stomach as her breath hitched slightly in her throat. “That’s all you have to say after tonight?”


“I’m sorry?” She tried weakly, legs feeling like jelly when Joey chuckled darkly.


“Yeah, you’re gonna be,” he muttered, turning his attention back to cleaning as Nico and Pickles came back from the bar, neither of them drinkers but both needing the breather and moment to commiserate with the rest of the staff.


Amber’s cheeks were dark when she scurried out of the kitchen, her hands slightly shaking and her movements sloppy as she made her way through her closing tasks. She finished up quickly, waiting for Terry and Joey to finish their final paperwork so they could touch base on tomorrow’s reservations. She chatted with the servers and helped with some of their little tasks to help them get out faster, saying goodbye as everybody filtered out for the night. 


She slipped away to the bathroom, taking off her cardigan and rolling the hem of her skirt so it rode up a little higher. She took her headband off and fixed her hair so it looked nice down, smiling at her reflection. Just enough that Terry wouldn’t notice or think anything weird was going on, but definitely enough to further tease Joey. He was already wound tight, but she loved it. 

She made her way back to the host stand, leaning against it and scrolling through the reservations, making herself notes for the next morning, Saturday brunch. Tim and Pam 10:30am— Brad, Poppy and River 11am— Nic, The Girls 11:30am— Brad . She stopped when she heard the kitchen door swing open and Joey’s footsteps coming. She bent over the hostess stand casually, smiling when she heard Joey gasp softly from behind her. 

“Well, hello,” he said, coming up close, “isn’t this a sight to see?” 

Amber blushed and puffed her chest at the praise, sticking her butt out and wiggling it a little. She giggled when Joey gave it a light smack, standing up straight to avoid getting caught. 

“You were a real fuckin’ disaster tonight, y’know that?” Joey asked, raising an eyebrow at her. “What the hell was all of that about?” 

Amber shrugged, smiling innocently. “I was trying my best,” she said, her tone playful. 

“Fucking liar,” Joey laughed. He dropped his voice, taking a step closer to Amber and boxing her into the host stand, “you’ve already got my attention, you don’t gotta do all that.” 

Amber gasped, squirming in her spot pressed against him. She cleared her throat and looked up at him. 

“Maybe I like getting you all worked up,” she whispered, placing a hand on Joey’s chest. 

Joey squeezed Amber’s hip, looking around quickly for Terry before pressing a hard kiss to Amber’s lips. She gasped into his mouth, melting against him. He pulled away quickly, chuckling at Amber’s soft whine. 

“Terry’ll be out any second. Be good,” Joey said, his tone casual, but he still smiled as Amber shifted where she stood, gripping the edge of the hostess stand. 

She felt lightheaded, just the kiss and few words from Joey going directly to her core. She felt her panties getting damp, and she closed her eyes to breathe briefly. 

Joey watched her carefully, smiling softly at the effect he had on her. He knew she liked being pushed around a little, being yelled at and told off. He definitely didn’t mind , it came easily to him to yell and be an asshole, but it was new to him to use it like this. Other women had been turned off at best, and afraid at worst by his attitude and intensity. But Amber was always plenty enthusiastic and seeking more wherever Joey would give it to her. She was always trying to find new ways to push his buttons and get him to snap on her. 

Terry emerged from the office and they made their way through the next morning’s roster and specials, Amber lying about being extra tired when she spaced two questions Terry asked her directly. 

“Alright, we’re done here,” Terry said when they finally wrapped up. “You go on and get some sleep, Amber, we need you sharp for brunch in the morning. See y’all tomorrow.” 

He grabbed his bag and headed out, saying good night to Joey as well. 

Amber looked over to Joey and bit her lip, anticipation growing in her stomach. Joey smirked at her curious expression, stepping forward to press her against the hostess stand again. 

“Yeah, you’d better get some rest, you need to be better than you were tonight,” he said, his tone sharp. Amber licked her lips quickly, nodding. 

“I will, I promise I’ll get some good sleep,” she rushed out. “I’m sorry about tonight, chef.” 

Joey pressed a leg between Amber’s thighs, his own pants getting tighter at the soft, high pitched noises she was making. She squirmed against him, her hips moving to rub against his thigh. 

“You’d better be, you were a complete wreck. Flat seating the whole dining room three times ? That’s rookie shit,” he said, pressing his leg against her more, his arms going to wrap around her waist. “You’re better than that, act better.” 

She moaned and nodded again, her cheeks pink and humiliation blooming in her chest, but her panties growing wetter against Joey. 

“I’m sorry, Chef,” she said breathlessly. Joey brought a hand up to Amber’s hair, lacing his fingers through it and pulling. Her head fell back as she moaned loudly, arching her chest to press against him. 

“You keep saying that, but the night’s already been ruined. Sorry doesn’t mean anything after you acted so pathetic all night,” he said, scanning Amber’s face for any negative reaction, ready to soften for her at any moment. Instead she moaned again, her hips stuttering against his thigh, and pulled him in for a wet kiss. 

She panted against his mouth when they parted, grinding against him and whimpering. 

“You’re right, I know better, I can do better,” she moaned, her hips dragging hard against Joey, bringing her close to orgasm already. 

Joey stepped back, holding Amber’s hips against the host stand. She gasped and whined at the loss of contact, squirming where she stood. 

“Good girl,” he said, pressing a soft kiss to her lips, swallowing her quietly moan. “But that still doesn’t make up for tonight.” 

He turned her around, bending her over the hostess stand and bringing a hand to cup her ass. She gasped and gripped the edge of the stand, spreading her legs slightly as Joey’s hands felt her up. 

“You haven’t acted like that since you were new and working your first weekend,” he said, pulling her skirt up and smiling at the lace-lined panties she was wearing. “Like I said, rookie shit.” 

She whined again and pressed her ass against Joey’s hand for more contact. 

“I know, chef, I know better.” 

He lifted his hand and brought it down sharply against Amber’s ass, spanking her. She moaned loudly, her arms giving out so her face was pressing against the hostess stand. 

“Then why didn’t you act like it, hm?” Joey asked, spanking her a few more times, going back and forth between each cheek. She yelped and moaned at each one, shaking in her spot already. 

“I wanted your attention, chef,” she moaned, wiggling her hips for more whenever he stopped. 

“Well you’ve got it, what do you want, baby?” Joey asked, his hand going up to grab her hair again, pulling her back so she was pressed against him. She felt his hard cock against her ass and pressed hard against him, smiling at his gasp. 

“Whatever you think I deserve,” she said, turning her head to kiss his neck and jaw. His hips twitched forward and she moaned at the contact. He pressed her forward to be bent over the host stand once more and pulled her panties down, groaning when he spotted a red jewel nestled between her cheeks. 

“Amber,” he breathed, his thumb brushing gently against it. “What’s this?” 

She laughed breathlessly and buried her face in her arms, sticking her ass out and shaking it at Joey. She’d found a cute butt plug, small, but just enough that she felt it all day, clenching around it every time Joey yelled at her. She’d had to find time on her break to make herself come after the first time he yelled at her, the combination of his voice and the toy inside her driving her absolutely crazy.  

“What does it look like?” She said sassily, yelping when Joey gave her a smack on the ass. 

“Watch how you’re talking to me,” he said, smiling at her quick nod. “Good girl.” 

He pressed against the plug gently, watching Amber’s body react. She moaned and pressed against his hand, shivering at the feeling. 

“You have this in all night? Walkin’ around feeling it the whole time?” He asked, unable to hide the awe in his voice at her audacity. “Didn’t know how you had something like that in ya.” 

Amber giggled softly, nodding. 

“All night. Every time you yelled at me I felt it so, so much,” she said, whimpering when his fingers came to pull it out halfway before pressing it back in. 

“Oh yeah? You just needed something inside you, you that needy?” 

Amber nodded quickly again. 

“Yeah,” she breathed. 

“You’re such a slut, parading around knowing that’s in you, getting off when I yell at you in front of everybody,” Joey said, tracing around the jewel slowly. Amber gasped and moaned. 

“Y-Yeah,” she choked out, “I am, your slut,” she whimpered. 

Joey hummed softly, playing with the plug for a few more seconds before his hand drifted down to stroke gently up and down her pussy. 

“Fucking Christ, Amber, you’re soaked already,” Joey groaned. Amber moaned, soft and high in her throat and nodded desperately. His fingers came to rub steady circles on her clit, his other hand holding her hips still. 

“Is this what you wanted all day? Every time you fucked up, every time I yelled at ya? You wanted me to come up here and bend you over and fuck you until you act right?” He asked, his thumb coming to dip into her slightly. 

“Yes,” she gasped, trying to push back against him and whining when his hand gripped her hip tighter to still her. “Wanted you to just shut me up and make me better,” she moaned. 

He chuckled, bringing his hand to press two fingers into her finally. She moaned loudly, clenching around him and dropping her head down. 

“So fucking tight,” he grunted, thrusting his fingers in and out slowly, his other hand going to cup one of her breasts through her shirt, rubbing over it with his thumb to harden her nipple. “You’re so hot, Amber, fuck.” 

She stood up slightly, whimpering at the change in position. She brought her shaking hands up to pull her tank top and bra down, exposing her perky tits. She pinched both of her nipples, moaning loudly and clenching tightly around Joey’s fingers. 

“I need to be inside you, baby,” Joey breathed, pulling his fingers out and bringing them up to press against the butt plug again. “Gonna take this out, okay?” 

She nodded, her chest rising and falling quickly as she panted. He pulled it out gently, placing it on the host stand and rubbing a hand down Amber’s back. 

“Doing good?” He asked softly, rubbing gentle circles on her hip with his thumb. 

“Yeah,” she breathed, pulling her shirt and bra over her head, shivering in the cool air of the restaurant. “Very good.” 

“You’re so fucking beautiful,” Joey whispered, running his hands lightly up and down her sides, smiling at the goosebumps raising on her skin. 

“All yours,” she whispered back, leaning into his touch, her thighs shaking in anticipation. “Joey, please ,” she whined. 

Joey laughed softly, undoing his belt. 

“Somethin’ you need, baby?” He asked in a teasing tone, undoing his button and zipper and pulling his cock free from his pants. He rubbed the head up and down Amber’s wet cunt, breathing shakily at the feeling. 

She moaned, gripping the host stand and trying to stay upright, her nerves on fire and every touch shooting sparks through her body. 

“Please,” she whimpered again, her juices coating Joey’s cock as she got wetter. 

He finally pressed forward, filling her up slowly and gently. She let out a soft sob, her thighs trembling as he pressed his body against hers. She breathed deeply as she adjusted, all of her senses engulfed by him. 

He pushed a hand between her shoulder-blades, pushing her to be bent over with her face pressed against the hostess stand. She went easily, breathing heavily. He brought a hand down sharply against her ass, groaning at the way she yelped and clenched around him. He spanked her a few more times, staying buried deep in her.


“Such a fucking wreck,” he groaned, grabbing her ass tight before slapping it again. “A slutty, messy fucking disaster.”


Amber moaned loudly, her hips twitching on their own accord, her cheeks pink.


“Yesss,” she hissed, reaching behind her to grab Joey’s wrist. “Wreck me.” 

“With pleasure, beautiful,” Joey said, leaning down and pressing a gentle kiss in between her shoulders before standing up straight again. 

Joey grabbed her hips tightly and finally started moving, setting a quick pace snapping his hips into her. She moaned with every thrust, grabbing at the edges of the hostess stand to keep from sliding down. He spanked her still, her asscheeks getting red, showing some outlines of his fingers.

“J-Joey!” Amber cried out, tears pricking at the corners of her eyes at the overwhelming feeling of him all over her, inside of her, in her head. She was a wreck, a disaster, a slutty mess, and she fucking loved it. 

He pulled her up by her hair again, holding her upright with one strong arm as he kept moving his hips. He grabbed her jaw and had her look right at the door.


“Anyone could come in and see you like this,” he moaned in her ear, “all spread out for me, barely standing.”


She let out a sob, nodding quickly.


“Y-Yeah,” she moaned, her voice high and small. 

“Completely unprofessional, unable to wait to even make it out to the car or somethin’, not even the walk in,” he rambled, his thrusts growing sloppy as she squirmed and moaned against him. “Had to just be bent right over the fucking hostess stand and given what you need, huh?” 

A few tears rolled down her cheeks as she whimpered and moaned, one of her hands drifting down to rub circles around her clit. She gasped feeling how wet she was, her fingers drifting down to feel Joey as he thrusted in and out of her. He gasped at the light touch, his hips stuttering against her. 

“Fucking hell, Amber,” he groaned, wiping away her tears with a hand much more gentle than his hips. “You’re so goddamn beautiful, so fucking stunning. Can’t believe you let me have you like this.” 

“Joey,” she gasped, her voice high, “I-I’m g’na come,” she choked out, her fingers rubbing her clit quickly. 

Joey brought his hand down to smack Amber’s ass again hard, grabbing it tightly.


“Go ahead, baby,” he said, “C’mon.”


She gasped and moaned through her orgasm, tears falling freely down her eyes as her hips twitched and her cunt clenched around Joey. He thrusted once, twice, three times before burying himself deep inside of her and moaning softly as his orgasm came over him.


“God, Amber,” he breathed when they both started coming down. He rubbed his hands gently up and down her sides, his touch soft and comforting. 

“Mmm,” Amber replied, sounding on the verge of falling asleep right there bent over the hostess stand still. Joey laughed breathlessly, pulling out of her slowly. She whimpered at the loss, her hips squirming as his cum ran down her thighs. Joey watched, his cock giving a tired twitch at the sight.

“God, if I hadn’t just used all of my energy,” he breathed, rubbing a gentle hand over her ass. “You want me to grab a towel?”


Amber blushed and shook her head, reaching down with shaking hands to pull her panties back up her thighs. Joey watched with his eyebrows high as Amber turned around to be facing him. 

“You’re fuckin’ filthy,” he said in awe. “I have no goddamn idea how I’m supposed to keep my hands off of you every time we work together when I know you got this in you.” 

Amber giggled softly, stretching her arms up, enjoying how Joey’s eyes raked up and down her body.

“Dunno,” she said quietly, yawning. “Guess you’ll just have to be good for me.” She smiled sleepily, wrapping her arms around his neck and blinking tiredly up at him. 

Joey laughed brightly, his arms going around her hips. 

“Oh is that so, you the boss now?” 

Amber gave him a proud smile, her eyes fluttering closed as she laid her head against his chest.


“Always am, I know exactly what I’m doing.”