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It was a long night for Denny. Time never went by fast in the middle of the week once the sun had set. Normally the Midnight Mystery Diner was a 24/7 establishment. But there was no reason to keep it open into the wee hours of the morning in the middle of the week anymore. Business wasn't as good as it had used to be. That said, the restaurant was far from failing. The bookends of the week generated plenty of revenue. But smack dab on a Wednesday night? There weren't even crickets to chirp.
Denny had been left to close by himself, the last coworker of his departing a couple of hours prior. He was the most dependable of the staff, with only the owners clocking more hours than him. In fact, many thought he might have some co-ownership of the diner. But no, just a hearty work ethic and a passion for cooking. He was slowly, almost mechanically going through the motions of closing up shop. Most everything had been cleaned and sanitized, ready for the early morning breakfast seekers. He just had a few more places in the kitchen to spot clean.
However, he snapped out of his trance at the sound of the front door opening and voices breaking the silence. He glanced at the clock. Roughly fifteen minutes until official closing hours give or take. Most might have been perturbed, but Denny was glad to finally have something to do other than boring cleaning. He happily walked out to greet the customers, noting that they were a couple of kids. Well, he used the word kids in his head but they were definitely teens. And he was only a little over a decade their senior. Regardless of what they were called, he gladly welcomed the youths and took their orders.
And goodness did they order. They were a hungry pair, and talkative too. Denny enjoyed bantering and chatting with them while he fixed up their meals. He quickly learned their names, Zara and Amber. They were fun to talk to, and caused him to let his guard down. His normally lascivious mind peeked out and snuck some subtle flirtations into the conversation. Though he quickly pulled back once he realized what he was doing. Hopefully they hadn't caught on to any of it and wouldn't be offended.
Time passed pretty quick, an hour and a half going by. Denny himself didn't realize how long they had been going. He tried to assure the teens that it was quite alright and they needn't be so sorry. But they insisted on making it up to him for keeping him so late. One thing led to another and Denny found himself plowing Zara in the kitchen. Great, another mess to clean up. But he couldn't really complain. She was an amazing lay. And if it counted, probably the best tip he had ever received. Though he was quite sure the tip he was giving her was even bigger.
As he thrust into her, enjoying all of the sounds she made, he caught Amber out of the corner of his eye. Perhaps if he was lucky, there would be a second course to this meal. Denny hoped he had just snagged a couple of regulars.