Contradictions
By Eviant
Copyright © 2011 by Eviant
Smashwords Edition
Chapter 1
“Lucas, get in here.”
Luke Small wrinkled his nose at the cigarette smoke wafting from his father's office and steeled himself for the inevitable confrontation.  His father, Bruce, had opened the diner, Small's Landing, or just the Landing for short, soon after being discharged from the Marine's.  
“Good morning, Dad.”
“Did you get the silverware rolled last night like I asked?”  Bruce never bothered with pleasantries, or really, to say anything pleasant at all.
“You know I didn't.  You had me doing inventory of the freezer until midnight and then kicked me out so you could go to the bar.”  Manny, the chef, had offered to do the freezer inventory since that was part of his job, but Bruce would have none of it.
“How the hell do you think you're going to run this place one day if you can't even roll the damn silverware?  I've always known you were a good for nothing little fag.  Thank God I didn't fork out the money for you to go to college.”  Bruce's speech was punctuated by streams of smoke coming out of his nose.  With his red, angry face, it likened him to a cartoon character.
“For the last time, Dad, I'm not gay.  And if you would give me a key, this wouldn't be an issue.”  Luke tried not to let his father see how the constant rejection stung.  His father had made the 'fag' accusation since he was a teen; so much so that Luke started to believe it and experimented with guys.  While he enjoyed men, he was definitely preferential to women.  Unfortunately, despite his deep baritone voice, his height, dimples and baby face made him look like a stereotypical twink.  This made finding a man's company easy, but women tended to assume that he was friend material only.  Not that he had many friends.
“Anyone that looks like you has to be gay.  I always told your mother that letting you cry when you broke your arm was going to make you a wimp.  And until you show me that you're management material, you're not getting a fucking key.”
“I was four for goodness sakes!  And I've been managing this diner for the last six years.”
“Bullshit.  Once you're man enough to move out on your own, I'll think about giving you a key.”
Luke took a deep breath.  He was 26 years old and stuck under his father's thumb.  Because Bruce wouldn't pay for college and Luke couldn't get student loans because of the profitability of the diner, he didn't have a degree.  Since he had always worked for the diner and his father damn well wasn't going to give a reference, he had no job history for a resume.  No one wanted to hire a 26-year-old with no degree and no resume.  At least, not for anything that would pay enough to pay for an apartment.  His father barely paid him enough to get by, forcing him to continue living at home.
Luke decided to concede so he could walk away.  “You're right, Dad.  I'm going to roll the silverware now.”  He rolled his eyes as he turned and walked out of the smoke-filled office, ignoring the satisfied grunt that he heard behind him.
*
Amy Rice put the finishing touches on the spreadsheet she was working on, saved it and emailed it to her boss.  She was an administrative assistant for TradeLend, a large corporation employing more than 1000 people in her area.  She was just a number, but she was good at what she did, so she felt fairly secure in her position.
Her computer locked and e-reader securely tucked into her purse, she took the long elevator ride down to the lobby and walked the two blocks to her favorite diner.  She was looking forward to a Cobb Salad, sweet tea and losing herself in the historical romance she was reading.
A sweet tea appeared in front of her as soon as her butt hit the chair and she smiled appreciatively at Luke, her favorite server.  She'd harbored a crush on him for the longest time, until her best friend, Alice, had laughed and informed her that he was most definitely gay.  Oh well, at least she didn't have to worry about sucking in her stomach or making sure her top wasn't showing too much cleavage.  Not that she dressed provocatively at all, but her generous breasts- the bane of her existence- had minds of their own.
“Thanks, Luke.  I think I'm in the mood for the salad today.”
“You've got it, Sugar.”
She was pretty sure that he knew her name...he must have heard Alice say it 100 times, but she never minded his endearments.  In the South, they weren't taken as condescending or sexist.  Well, most of the time.
As soon as he walked away, she dove into her story and barely registered when he returned with her food a few minutes later.
*
Luke watched the expressions flit across Amy's face as she absently ate her food while reading whatever it was that she was reading.  He had a feeling she had no idea how sexy she was.  He'd heard her tell her brash friend that she knew she was nothing more than average, if not chubby.  If average meant slightly short, curvy, brown hair and brown eyes, then yes, she was.  But that was just the surface.  She had beautifully pale skin, sparkling eyes, perfect curves and an adorable cupid's-bow mouth.  She always wore her hair back, but it looked silky-smooth.  He was fascinated by the scar that went from just under her left ear down along her jaw.  It wasn't blatant, but he could definitely see it up close.  He respected that she didn't go to great lengths to cover it with concealer.
He noticed the way her demeanor changed on the days when Danny served her.  She seemed more uptight and nervous.  More than likely, she thought Luke was gay, so she didn't consider him a threat.  Maybe he could use that as an advantage someday.  Yeah, right.  Like she would want to date a 26-year-old, live at home diner server.  He rolled his eyes at his own stupidity and went to refill her tea.  She didn't look up, but her cheeks were red and he could see the heartbeat at her throat.  He wondered what she was reading.
Chapter 2
“Amy,” Alice called in a sing-song voice as she let herself into Amy's apartment.
“Jeez, Alice!  I gave you the key for emergencies, not to barge in here whenever you wanted.”
Alice laughed loudly. “Like you would ever be fucking some guy or running around with your snatch showing.”
Amy rolled her eyes.  Alice was so beautiful with her tall, slim body, short, blond hair and large blue eyes.  Unfortunately, she had the mouth of a sailor.  A very drunk, very lewd sailor.
“What do you want, Alice?” she asked dryly.
Alice ignored Amy's tone and bit into the apple that Amy was just about to snack on.  “I have a blind date for you.”
“No.”
“Yes.”
“Alice, you know I don't date, much less, blindly.”
“Yes, my dear, sheltered, little lamb.  But those times are over.  You can't sit around doing nothing but reading that smut all the time.”
Amy gasped.  “It's not smut!  Well...not all of it,” she said, blushing.
“Uh huh.” Crunch.  “When's the last time you spent a night away from your e-reader?”
Amy bit her lip as she thought.  “You took me to the movies two weeks ago,” she said proudly.
Crunch, crunch. “I don't count, sweetness.  You and I aren't getting into each others' pants.”
“Fine.  I don't remember.”
“My point exactly.”  She punctuated her point by making a perfect shot of the apple core into the garbage can.  “That's why I have a date for you.  And don't even try to argue.”
“How do you know this person?”
“He's a friend of a friend.”
“Who is this 'friend'?  One of the guys you're currently seducing?”
“Yes, as a matter of fact.  His best friend has been single for too long and he wants to hook him up with someone, so it's perfect!”
“You expect me to go out with some guy you've never even met and know nothing about and you think it's perfect?”
“Psh, who cares what he's like?  You just need to get over this fear of dating and get out there.  Maybe get fucked, sucked and fondled.  He's just going to be your training wheels.”
“My training wheels?  I may be a home-body, but I have dated and I'm far from a virgin.  I just choose my men carefully.”
“Shut your trap and fuck your excuses.  This is happening.  I told him to meet you tonight at the Landing at seven, and then you're going to see Slam play at the Bar.”
Amy sighed in defeat.  There was no point in arguing more.  If she resisted, Alice would drag her there kicking and screaming.  She loved Alice and knew she meant well, but she could be such a bitch sometimes.
“Fine, but I'm not dressing like a slut.”
“Come on, I'll help you pick something out.” Alice was really, really too giddy about this.
*
“Dad, I've worked 60 hours this week.  I'm not covering the late-night shift, too.”
“Boy, you'd better watch your tone.  I'm your father.  I let you live under my roof and work in my diner.  You'd better show some respect.”
Luke tried to keep his voice at a reasonable level, knowing there were customers within earshot that his father conveniently forgot about.  “Dad, I show you nothing but respect.  I let you run my life every damn day.  I'm asking, this once, for the night off.  Hell, it's not even a night off since I wasn't scheduled in the first place.  I'll stay until 8 and then I'm out of here.”  He turned and walked away before his father could respond.
He was shocked to see Amy sitting at her normal table when he came through the swinging door of the kitchen.  She normally only came in at lunch.
“Hey, Amy.”
She jumped and looked up, relief and maybe worry passing through her yes.  “Hey, Luke, how are you?”
“I'm okay.  I'm surprised to see you here for dinner.”
“I-I'm meeting someone,” she replied, wringing her hands.
She looked especially tense.  “Are you okay, Sugar?”
She smiled and barked out a single laugh.  “I just don't do this and I don't want to do this.”
“Humor me, Sweetheart.  What is 'this'?”
“Oh, a date.  A blind date.”
“Ah, I don't blame you.  Let me guess, your friend, what's her name...Alice, insisted?”
“You got it in one.”
“What time is he supposed to be here?”
She looked at her watch.  “15 minutes ago.”
Luke cringed.  Poor thing.  This had to be a blow to the ego.
“I'll give him a few more minutes.”
He resisted running a thumb over her flushed cheek.  “I'll bring you some tea in the meantime.”
She gave him a shy smile.  “Thanks, Luke.”
He delivered her tea and watched the door closely from behind the counter where he rolled the silverware by rote.
30 minutes later, he saw her admit defeat when she put her head in her hands and moving her lips as if she were talking to herself.  He decided then and there that he wasn't going to let her go home thinking that she wasn't worthy.
“I see the dreaded blind date didn't show.”
“Yeah, I'm ticked off but relieved at the same time.  I'm going to strangle Alice tomorrow, though.”
“Hey, I was going to go to the Bar to see a band tonight, would you like to join me?”
Amy looked surprised.  “That's where we were going, too.  I was looking forward to hearing Slam play.  Are you sure you don't mind me joining you?  I don't want to cramp your style.”
“How on earth could you cramp my style?”
“Well, you know...never mind.  I'd love to.”  She gave him the first genuine smile he'd seen all night and he thought he'd never seen anything more beautiful.
“Let me just finish up and we're out of here.”
*
Amy was so ticked at Alice that she could scream.  On the other hand, she would much rather see Slam with Luke than some random 'friend of a friend of a friend'.  At least she knew that Luke wasn't a threat.  She could literally let her hair down and be herself. After what happened with her mom and step-dad, she was overly cautious around men.
As she drank the last of her tea, she heard raised voices from the back.  The voices were muffled, but she thought she heard 'worthless', 'don't bother coming home', 'piece of shit' and 'or else'.  She knew that the Landing was family run, but she had only seen the owner once.  He projected a fake, jovial attitude, almost like a car salesman.  A used car salesman that only stocked junkers and painted them so that they looked new.  She shuddered.  If she didn't love the food and the service, he was enough to keep her out of there.
She watched as Luke came out of the back, his face pinched in anger.
“Luke, what's wrong?”
He shook his head.  “Just Dad being Dad.”
Her eyes widened and she pointed towards the kitchen.  “Oh, goodness.  Is your last name Small, too?”
“Yep, the other Small of 'Small's Landing'.”
“I had no idea.  I thought you just worked here.  So, you're one of the owners?”
He barked a self-deprecating laugh.  “No.  But I don't want to talk about that.  Are you ready?”
She looked at him quizzically, but let the subject drop.  “Sure.  I walked here, do you have a car?”
“Yep.  I can drive.”
He led her to an old clunker.  “She's not pretty, but she's reliable,” he said with a fond pat on the hood.
“I like it.  It has character.”
“That she does.”
The drive to the Bar was fairly silent, but it wasn't uncomfortable.  When they arrived, the line outside was wrapped around the building.
“I guess we hurry up and wait,” he said with a grin.
As they waited, more and more people began to join them and Amy wondered how they were all going to fit inside.  The line started to move and people started pushing to get to the door.  Luke grabbed her hand and pulled her along so that she wouldn't get lost in the shuffle.
When he didn't let go, even when they were safely inside, she decided to just go with it.  It was nice to feel as if she were on a date with someone she liked, even if Luke would never want her in that way.
Luke leaned in closely to speak to her.  “What do you want to drink?”
“Rum and Coke, please.”
“You've got it.  Stay right here.”
He reappeared about 15 minutes later with her drink and two bottles of beer.  She reached into her pocket to pay him for the drink, but he waved her away.  “You can get the next round.”
He sat down a lot closer than necessary, but she decided that it must be so that they could hear each other over the excitement of the crowd.
“Have you heard Slam before?” he asked.
“Not live, but I have their indie album.”  Slam, oddly enough, was a blue-grass band with enough of an edge that it appealed to a much larger market than a typical band of that genre would.
“I've seen them live once.  They're awesome.”
She slowly sipped her drink and declined his offer for another.  She was buzzed and that was plenty.  When the band took the stage, the crowd went wild and Luke pulled her in front of him so she wouldn't get knocked over.  She was only slightly shorter than he, so he was able to keep his arms loosely around her waist and his chin on her shoulder.  She took the clip out of her hair so it wouldn't poke him in the face and let her hair fall around her shoulders.
She thought she felt his breath on her ear, but again dismissed it as nothing and just enjoyed the feel of him.  They swayed to the beat until the band took a break.
“I'm going to go get some water,” she told him, “can I get you anything?”
“The same, please.”
*
He couldn't help but watch her ass in her snug jeans as she walked away. He loved that she had real curves.  And that hair...he had to keep from groaning aloud when she took her hair out of that clip.  The fresh scent of her shampoo combined with her own unique scent was intoxicating.  He'd been very careful to keep his hips out of contact with her ass as he stood behind her.  He might be small in most ways, but when fully erect, as he had been most of the evening thus far, he was way above average.  Though most men would revel in having a dick that size, it wasn't something that he was overly proud of.  It was difficult to hide even in the loosest pants and the few women he'd been with had been intimidated and leery of it.
He kept an eye out for Amy to return and started to worry when he didn't see her at the bar.  This was where being short really sucked.  He stood on his chair and scoured the floor, finally finding her pressed up against a very large man.  He hopped down and made his way in her direction.
“You gonna' dance with me, sweet thing?” he heard the man drawl.
“Maybe some other time,” Amy replied, “please excuse me.”
“Aw, come on sexy, don't be like that.”
“I said, back off, asshole!” she growled and tried to shove the man off of her.
“Hey, she's with me.”
The man glanced over his shoulder looking for the source of the deep voice.  Finding no one, he continued trying to cajole Amy.
“Hey, leave her alone, buddy.”
Looking around again, the man finally noticed Luke and his face morphed into a sneer.  Luke could smell the alcohol seeping out of the man's pores.  
“What's a little sissy like you gonna' do about it, huh?”
Luke was tempted to lay the man flat, which he was capable of doing, but that would eventually involve a police report and he was enjoying the evening to much to deal with that.  Instead, he gestured to the bouncer who immediately came over.
“What's the problem here?”
Amy chimed in.  “He's not taking no for an answer.”
“Jimmy, you've been warned too many times.  Get out.”
Luke pulled Amy away as 'Jimmy' continued to argue with the bouncer.
“Are you okay, Ames?”
“Yeah.  What a jerk.  It was kind of an ego boost, though.  That's never happened before.”
He looked at her skeptically.  “You're kidding right?  You're gorgeous.  Any man would fall over himself to get you.”
“That's sweet of you to say.  You're such a good guy.  Do you have a boyfriend?”
Luke groaned.  “Let me guess.  I'm short, thin, have somewhat of a feminine, baby face and these damn dimples, so you thought I was gay?”
Amy's eyes were wide and shocked.  “Well, no, but...”
“Alice,” they said in unison.
“I'm starting to think your BFF is a pain in the ass.”
“Oh, I can confirm that she's a pain in the ass, but she means well.  So,” she said hesitantly, “she was wrong?”
Instead of answering, he reached out to run his thumb along her scar, tilted her head and kissed her.  Holy God in Heaven, the woman's lips were soft.  He groaned and put a thumb on her chin to gently tug her mouth open.  He felt her gasp and then her hands were in his hair and she was sucking on his tongue.  He pulled back and gazed into her half-lidded eyes, cradled her face in both hands and dove right back into the kiss.
At some point, the music started back up and they began swaying to the beat.  There was no way she could have missed his erection now, but instead of backing away as he expected, she got even closer, ground her hips against his and moaned.
“God, Ames...” he whispered against her lips.
“I love when you call me that.”
Luke smiled widely and she licked each dimple before turning around and pulling his arms around her waist again.
Chapter 3
Amy was in heaven.  She had never felt so comfortable with a man before.  She had waited for the anxiety to kick in when she found out that Luke was into her, but it never did.  The way he looked at her made her feel cherished and beautiful.  And the way he kissed her, oh.  His kisses were all-consuming and quite literally, left her without breath.
As the band finished its final number, she turned back to Luke for another soft kiss.  “I guess it's time to go.”
He nuzzled her cheek for a moment then started for the door, her hand snugly in his.
As she gave him directions to her apartment, she contemplated asking him in.  She recalled the heated conversation between Luke and his father and realized that he most likely didn't have anywhere to go tonight.
He was able to find a spot close to the building and walked her to the door.
“Luke?”
“Hmm?” he asked as he tucked his face into her neck.
“I couldn't help overhearing some of your conversation with your father earlier.  Do you want to stay here tonight?”
He looked at her in shock.  “I don't want it to seem like I'm taking advantage of you.  I've liked you for a long time and don't want to ruin it by going too fast.”
“Please?  Just stay.”
“If you're sure.”
“I am,” she said softly.
She unlocked the door and he followed her inside.
“Amy!  How did it go?”
Oh no...she thought, not tonight, Alice.
“Alice, what are you doing here?”
“I have to know how it went with loverb...hey, diner guy, what are you doing here?”
“His name is Luke and he took me out tonight since the friend of a friend of a friend of a cousin's freaking friend stood me up.”
“But, he's ga...”
“Alice, I love you, but shut it and get out.”
“But...”
“OUT, Alice, and leave your key on the counter.”
Alice huffed.  Amy kissed her friend on the cheek.  “I'll call you tomorrow, I promise.”
Alice left with a scowl that distorted her pretty face.
Luke burst into laughter.
“What's so funny?” Amy asked.
“You and Alice.  You're so shy and she's so brash.  It's such a contradiction.”
She turned and gave him an impish smile.  “You're one to talk about contradictions, Mr. Baby Face and deep voice.  Mr. Small...” she punctuated this by running her hand over his still rampant erection.
He grabbed her wrist and tugged it away.
“I'm on a razor's edge, Ames,” he said in a husky voice.
“Why don't I take the edge off for you?” she asked seductively.
“What happened to my sweet, little Sugar?”
“More contradictions...”
“In all seriousness,” she continued, “we're both so wound up that there's no going back.  Let's just take a few minutes and do something about that before we go crazy and have wild monkey sex.”
Luke laughed again.  “I like your thought process.  So, what do you have in mind?”
“Sit here,” she said, pushing him into an overstuffed arm chair.  She struggled for a moment with his belt, but finally got it open and carefully pulled down the zipper.  “By the way, I never do this,” she said, her shyness starting to show again.
“I kind of figured that out.”  He pushed her hair back from her face and smiled at the spark emerging behind her shy expression.
He let his head fall back against the chair as she rubbed her cheek against his hardness.  She reached in and carefully removed his penis, licking at the drops already emerging from the tip.  He wound both hands in her hair and gently thrust up.  She took the head into her mouth and suckled softly, moaning as she felt the throbbing of the vein on the underside.  She took a few more inches in her mouth and wisely didn't try to take more, using her hands instead.
Luke literally trembled as he tried to retain control.  What Amy lacked for in skill, she made up ten-fold in eagerness.  “Ames, can we go in the bedroom?  This is a little one-sided for me.  It's killing me not to be able to touch you.”
She shook her head.  “If we go in there, we won't come back out.”
“Come up here, then.  I've barely gotten to touch you.”
The chair was wide enough for them to sit side by side, so she squeezed beside him, still able to reach his cock.
“Stop that,” he said and tucked himself back into his pants.  Maybe that way both Amy and his dick would behave.
“Like I said, it's my turn.”  
He kissed the side of her neck and slid his hand under her soft, cotton shirt to find warm, smooth skin.  He ran his thumb beneath the under-wire of her bra to feel the silky skin below her breast.
“Lean forward.”  He reached around and unhooked her bra, then groaned as a hard nipple fell into his hand.  He couldn’t resist tugging the shirt up enough to expose her breasts, then taking a swollen berry into his mouth.  He groaned and lightly nipped, feeling her tense and then the vibration of her moan.
He rolled the other nipple between his thumb and finger, squeezing a little more each time, trying to find what got the best reactions.  Her moans were increasing, so he bit one and pinched the other simultaneously.  She cried out and thrust her hips up.
“Luke...”
“Did you like that?” he asked, knowing damn well that she did.
“Mmm hmm...”
He undid the single button on her jeans and slipped his hand inside, over her panties.  The scent of her arousal made its way to his nose and he breathed deeply.  Her panties were soaked.
“Oh, God,” he groaned.
He teased a finger into her panties and his breath started coming in soft pants as he ran his finger over her clit and down into her opening.
Amy's eyes were closed and she was breathing heavily.  “You're going to make me come.  I want to touch you again, too.”
He obediently re-opened his pants and his erection popped back out, immediately seeking her hand. She moaned and ran her hand around the glans and her thumb over the slit.
In response, he circled his fingers around her clit, burying his face in her breasts.
“Luke!”
As soon as he felt her body begin to spasm, he found his own release, growling out her name.
“Wow,” she said.  
“Yeah, wow is right.”
They lay snuggled for a few minutes, then rose to clean up.  Afterward, he sat back in the chair and opened his arms for her.  She straddled his lap and put her head on his shoulder.
“Tell me about this,” he said, stroking her scar.
She stayed silent for a while before answering.
“My mom had a bad habit of choosing the wrong guys.  The last guy she married was a real douche and used to beat her up all the time.  I walked in on him holding a knife to her and I attacked him.”
Luke tensed beneath her and hugged her tightly.
She laughed softly.  “Yes, I got this scar to remember him by, but I stabbed him in the stomach.  I got mom outside and called the cops.  Turns out, his last wife died in an 'accident' and they were able to use this instance to change the cause of death to murder.  He's still in jail.  
“I love this scar because it reminds me that I can be strong when I need to be and that I took care of mom when she needed me. Yes, it's made me leery of men in general, but being cautious isn't always a bad thing.”
“You are an amazing woman, Ames.”
She hummed.  “Tell me about your Dad.”
He told her about being stuck and living with the constant verbal abuse.  How he had wanted to go to college but had been held back by his father's bigotry.  How he had tried men, thinking that he must have actually been gay since it had been drilled into his head every day.  How he was scared that he'd never find a way out.
“Wait a second,” Amy interrupted, looking him in the eye.  “He told you that no one would hire you because of your age and 'inexperience'?  That's the biggest crock of shit I've ever heard!  There are positions with TradeLend that are entry level and don't require a degree or experience.   Or if you didn't want an office, there are always jobs like landscaping.  Or hell, I'm sure there are other restaurants that you could go into and work your way up.”
“You know, deep down, I think I always knew that. I guess I unconsciously chose to believe him, thinking that some day he might accept me.”
“Luke, he's been doing this your whole life.  If you truly do want to run the diner someday, you'll still have to deal with him, but there are ways out.”
“Wow.”
“I know how you feel about Alice, so I hesitate to bring this up, but she is looking for a roommate.”
Her comment dissolved his tension and he laughed.  “I think I'll just take it one day at a time.”
Chapter 4
They must have fallen asleep in the chair because the next thing they knew, light was streaming through the gauzy curtains.
“Mmm, morning, Ames.”  Wow, she looked gorgeous in the morning.  All sleep-mussed and warm.
A wide smile lit up her face as she looked at him.  She gave him a peck on the lips and scooted off of his lap to go make coffee.
He groaned as he watched her ass sway as she walked away.  He heard her laugh from the kitchen.  
“Stop that, it's too early.”
He walked into the kitchen behind her, put his arms around her and growled into her neck and nibbled.  “It will never be too early for you.”
Amy whined.  “Don't start or we'll never stop.  Don't you have to work today?”
“Ugh, serious reality check.”
“Sorry.  I just don't want you to be late and piss dear old dad off more.”
“You're right,  I'm going to hop in the shower.  I'd ask you to come with me, but that would be a very bad idea.  You'll come have breakfast, right?”
“Of course.  You'll come back here tonight, right?”
A slow grin took over his face.  “Oh, yeah.”
*
An hour later, they walked hand-in-hand into the diner.  They weren't officially open yet and Bruce spotted Luke as soon as he came through the door, not seeing Amy behind him.
“Well, boy, did you sleep on the street last night or find some sugar daddy to take you home?”
“Neither.”
“Well, you better not have slept in a fucking motel, you piece of shit.  I don't pay you a good salary for you to waste it.”
Amy had heard enough and stepped out from behind Luke.
“Actually, Mr. Small, which I'm sure is a true description of you below the belt, unlike your son who is hung like the proverbial horse, Luke was with me last night.”
“Look, Missy, I don't know who you think you are, but you should run on home and stop letting the little runt manipulate you into protecting him.”
“AMY, is my name, which you would know if you ever paid a damn bit of attention to your customers.  Let me just say, as the owner, you suck.  Despite the smoking ban that has been around for years, you smoke in the office, which is in the kitchen. You bark at your employees and you belittle your son.  The only reason I keep coming here is because Manny rocks and your son gives the best service anywhere.  So you wipe that smug look off of your face and you listen good because things are about to change.  
“All of that bullshit you keep feeding Luke about this being the only job he can get is over.  He can find himself a job and a place to live tomorrow if necessary.  You need to think long and hard about where that would leave you.  Somehow, I can't see you being here all hours, rolling silverware, filling salt and pepper containers, mopping the floors, balancing the accounts or anything that Luke does on a regular basis.  You can think again if you think he's replaceable.  So, here's the deal.  You give him a key, today.  You promote him to manager and give him the applicable pay increase, today, along with all of the cost of living raises you've shorted him over the years and all of the tips that you've pilfered.
“You will allow him to work when he feels it's necessary to work and put him in charge of interviewing and hiring the people necessary so that he doesn't have to be here 24/7.  You, Mr. Small, are no longer needed on the premises.  This is a family business that will be going to Luke, sooner than later since you don't take care of yourself for shit.  
“So, what's it gonna be?”  By the time Amy was finished with her diatribe, she was nearly shaking and Luke probably had no circulation left in his hand.
“Son, you gonna' let this girl chop your balls off like that?”
Luke looked at Amy with admiration.  “Yeah, Dad, I am.  So, what's it gonna' be?”
Bruce sputtered and turned even redder.  “Fine, whatever.  I'll do all of those things, but you get your shit outta' my house by the end of the week.  You ain't gonna be freeloading anymore.”
“Deal.”
Bruce stalked off to his office and most likely lit a pack of cigarettes.  
Luke turned to Amy and lifted her off of her feet.  “I really do feel like I lost my man hood there, but you were amazing.”
Amy laughed. “Well, think of it as a thank you for giving me a chance to be me again.”
Chapter 5
Luke knocked on Amy's door that evening filled with anticipation.  He knew that he was falling for her.  They hadn't spent much actual time together, but he didn't discount the time that they'd known each other as employee and customer.
The door opened to Amy, wearing an orange sundress.  “Hey, you, how was the rest of your day?”
“Pretty good.  Dad seemed to filter himself a lot more than normal and didn't call me a fag once.”
She laughed.  “That's progress.  Come on in.”
He stepped in, shut the door behind himself and then pushed her against it.
“Anxious, much?” she asked with a sly smile.
“God, yes.  I can't tell you how much I wanted to bend you over at the Landing this morning.”
“We'll have to sneak in some night and try that.”
“Bedroom, now,” he growled.
She giggled and ran to the bedroom.  He followed closely on her heels and pushed her down on the bed, climbing on top of her and pulling off her sundress to find her naked beneath it.
He straddled her hips and really looked at all of her for the first time.  “Damn.”
“Good damn or bad damn?”
He took of his shirt and stepped off of the bed to shuck his pants and boxers as well.  As he climbed back on top of her, he rubbed her belly with the pre-come steadily dripping from his dick.  “Does this tell you?”
Instead of answering, she pulled him down for a deep, thorough kiss.  She ran her hands up his tightly muscled back and dug her nails into his shoulders.
“You like it a little rough, Ames?”
“Oh, yeah.”
“Damn, baby, what you do to me.  I can't wait to get inside of you, but I have to taste that wet pussy first.”
She gasped at his dirty talk and involuntarily thrust her hips up.
“You like that?  You want me to tell you how I'm going to fuck your pussy with my tongue then bury my huge, hard shaft inside and pound you until you scream?”
He circled his thumb around her clit and then replaced his thumb with his tongue. He groaned at her sweet flavor and thrust his tongue inside to get more.  Amy was beginning to pant.  He gently pushed two fingers inside, not at all shocked at how tight she was.  He liked it rough, too, but he wanted to work up to it.  He felt around for her g-spot and then started tapping it with his fingers.  She threw her head back and came, screaming, instantly.
“Oh, yeah, baby.  So fucking hot.”  He reached over the side of the bed and retrieved the condom he'd stashed in the pocket of his pants.  He carefully rolled it on and took a deep breath to try to maintain as much control as possible.  He didn't want to hurt her by going to fast.
“Please,” she begged.
“Stop that or I'm going to pop before I'm even inside.”
He gently placed his cock at her entrance and pushed.  He was about four inches in when she let out a deep, throaty groan.  He pulled out slightly and thrust in a little more.  He watched her face closely for pain, but only saw pleasure.  He continued his measured thrusting until she reached up and grabbed his forearms, digging her fingernails into his skin once again.  She was panting with shallow breaths and mumbling incoherently.
“Can you take more?” he asked tightly.
“Give it...”
She was going to kill him.  In one last thrust he was all the way inside and her pussy started contracting around him.  His control snapped and he started thrusting more quickly.  He sat back on his knees and pinched her nipples.  She started grunting and thrusting her chest up.  He took a chance and slapped one breast.  Her eyes popped open and he felt her gush around his cock.  He did it again and got a scream.  He quickly pulled out and turned her on her knees, pushing her head down to the bed and sliding back inside.
“God, baby,” he moaned, kneading her ass.  He slapped her right ass cheek and he felt her start to thrust back against him.  He tried a double slap and animal-like sounds started pouring from her.  He kept it up, steadily thrusting and spanking harder.
“Luke...more...please...need...”
“Are you needing baby?  You want more of this?”
He pounded with a brutal intensity, but she seemed to love it.  She pushed herself up on her hands so that she could thrust back harder and reached under herself to play with her clit.  She started a continuous moan/growl and then screamed.  Her channel held him so tightly he could barely move, but she continued to force him to thrust.  He yelled, coming harder than he ever had in his life and wrapped himself around her, turning them to their sides.
“Who are you and what have you done with Amy?”
She laughed.  “I told you that you might be shocked.  Contradictions, remember?”
“Oh, yeah.  I didn't hurt you did I?”
“Oh, I'm going to be sore, but it was worth every second.  You'll just have to fuck my ass next time.”
“Ames...” he whined and he felt his dick give a valiant effort to rise again.
He turned her and put a soft kiss on her lips.  “You know I'm falling for you, right?”
“The feeling is completely mutual.”
He traced her scar and closed his eyes.  He felt her start to fall into sleep and went right behind her.  So, this is what happiness felt like.
End