PRIZE COUNTER GIRL
CHAPTER EIGHT
‿︵‿︵ʚ˚̣̣̣͙ɞ・❉・ ʚ˚̣̣̣͙ɞ‿︵‿︵

❝ SUPPLY CLOSET ❞

Thank goodness Michael lived alone. Because when he got home that night, he was exhilarated.

   He's been living in a townhouse for three years now. It was a struggle to be separated from his two younger siblings— but at least he gained much more freedom, solitude, and independence especially from his father. Sadly this doesn't apply at the workplace since he still has to deal with him every week. But with you around now, your presence alone can outweigh all the stress and trouble.

Never has Michael felt this... fervid in his life. After living through mundane and repetitive days, weeks, months, and years—his body surged and churned as if it discovered this new, indescribable feeling that he hasn't felt in so long. A thrilling feeling way more intense than an orgasm temporarily increasing his dopamine— a massive adrenaline rush coursing in his blood like sky-sprung electricity.

   He was completely pussy-whipped.

So this is how it feels to have his first kiss with someone he genuinely likes; drifting in bliss like the universe had imploded. Nothing could even wipe the bubbly, wide grin stretching across his face that it made his cheekbones ache. His heart couldn't stop racing. His stomach couldn't stop twisting and swirling. The excitement, the anticipation. The way your touch felt. How your body felt in his hands. The feeling of your lips melting on his. The smell of your perfume. Discovering a foreign feeling he's never felt before.

   With this rush of ecstasy and energy, Michael felt the need to do something productive. He decided to put headphones on and play his favorite songs while gathering some cleaning supplies. There he was, dancing and singing to upbeat songs as he was wiping countertops and sweeping the floors. He would even slide on the floors with his socks on after he mopped.

   After cleaning his house, he was still full of energy. He decided to treat himself with a pleasant full-course meal for dinner and some beer. It's been awhile since he cooked for himself; he would never have enough time or mental energy from working late every damn night. But tonight, he was feeling confident in himself for the first time in years. He finally felt good about himself; as if a feeling of restoration and positivity took over him, like a ray of light illuminating a pitch black room.

"You know you're cute when you get nervous?"

   "I can't. I've been waiting the longest, too..."

Your words and your voice possessed the man as if he was injected with remnant. The way you hinted your interest for him— at least the feelings were mutual and that was all he needed as reassurance. He likes you. You like him. He kissed you. You kissed back. The way your skin felt, the way your body heat was transmitting to his. The way you rushed over just to straddle on him, rolling your hips ever so slightly, kissing him like your lips were made for him...

   Michael exhaled deeply as if the vivid flashbacks were way too intense. But for some reason, he couldn't stop smiling and slightly biting the bottom of his lip. He was way too elated right now, and drinking beer for the first time in months had his spirits lifted.

   Do girls act the same way over a guy they like? I bet they do...

   After eating dinner and tidying up the kitchen, Michael didn't feel as sleepy for some reason. His usual bedtime is at 11 and it's currently midnight. But it's a Saturday night— he deserved to at least indulge in some pleasurable things for the weekend, like drinking, staying up a little late, and playing some video games. He decided to take advantage of all of it until he finally fell asleep soundly that night.

   The next morning after a very restorative sleep, Michael woke up and took his time to get ready for work. For some reason, that fervid, energetic feeling from last night still took over him. He went back on his skin care routine that he usually would never have the time for. He took care of his hair, put on eye cream to hide his dark circles, ironed his uniform, and prepared a good breakfast so that he wouldn't feel fatigued during the day.

Though he was bewildered at his sudden change of behavior, energy, and routine, there was nothing better than this blissful feeling of rediscovering parts of himself that were buried down under. He's never felt so alive and motivated to take care of himself more. As long as William doesn't try to drain his energy today, he'll manage.

   Michael's stomach was swirling in agitation on his way to work. The constant flashbacks were stitched to the edges of his mind that it was futile to think of anything else other than you. How will he approach you at work? How will your interactions together at work be affected? Will this finally be the time where he can tell his truth..?

When he clocked in, he went straight to work and kept his focus on his regular morning routine. As much as he wanted to talk to you and see you, it would be way too upfront. He was desperate for concentration. He's the goddamn manager; he needed to avoid trouble and rumors being spread as much as possible. With such energy in his body, his daily tasks would be easier to carry out. At least he knew how to keep focus; but for only for a short period of time.

   Time passed and it was an hour until lunch break. He hasn't seen you at all this morning since he's not working or managing at the arcade today. But the moment he got into the staff lounge, he spoke too soon.

   "Mike," you spoke with a light banter, your voice sending a shiver down his spine from behind. "Oh wait, sorry— Am I even allowed to call you that?"

   Michael was caught completely off guard that he almost had a heart attack. There was no time to even process anything. It's as if your presence alone made him fumble his intense concentration for today entirely, like carrying heavily weighted boxes that he could all manage until he tripped and fell face down like an idiot.

   "Oh— oh, uh— hey," he stammered. The moment he whirled his head around to see you come in, every nerve of his body seized. He forgot how to breathe. He forgot how to think. He even forgot what he was supposed to be doing in the staff lounge, which was getting hot water from the electric tea kettle and make tea for William.

   He cleared his throat as he fidgeted with the tea packet in his fingers, still timid by your presence. "You know what, I don't really mind if you call me... Mike. Just not in front of my dad."

   "Well... your dad's not here right now, is he?" you joked as you ambled closer to him, standing right beside him and watching him as he's making tea.

   Michael laughed it off, but deep down he felt like he was going to melt. His body was boiling hot just like the boiling hot water in the kettle. At this point he decided to accept the fact that he can never contain his composure around you. He was nothing but a nervous, pathetic, loser-ass wreck around girls.

"You, uh— you look nice today, by the way. I mean— you always do," he suddenly complimented. Then he felt his cheeks burn hotter than the boiling water after he registered what just came out his mouth.

"Thank you," you chuckled, your heart stuttering in your chest as you furtively admired Michael as well. He looked effortlessly cute today that you had to inhale deeply. "And... you look—"

   "Ah, you don't have to say it. Just know that I actually woke up early this morning and had enough time to get ready."

   "I can't compliment you?"

   "I don't handle compliments really well, so... Look, I'm just not as confident as you."

   "Aw." You coyly tilt your head at him, sending goosebumps down his body and raising all the hair on the back of his neck when you leaned in closer to his ear. "But you were confident enough to kiss me in my car last night."

The way you whispered ever so sweetly in his ear. The tingling feeling of your fleeting breath hitting his skin. At this point, every fiber of his being surrendered to you only. He couldn't escape this hazardous effect you have on him, stringing him like a marionette and letting you maneuver him however you wanted.

   He didn't dare protest or move an inch when your fingers grazed on his uniform, playfully adjusting his collar. He knew you were doing this to him on purpose now. He knew you wanted to tease him like this, right in the staff lounge where nobody else is around. But the poor man was trapped; he couldn't move, he couldn't think, he couldn't breathe. Oh how Michael wishes you'd touch him like this everyday, imagining a cute scenario where you'd tie his tie for him before he leaves for work.

   "For lunch," you suddenly say, "the bibimbap from that new Korean barbecue restaurant sounds nice."

   Michael cleared his throat. "Oh, okay... Would you like some dessert with that, too?"

   Your gaze flickers onto him, and Michael felt his heart pulsing when you had this flaunting look in your eyes, drawing him in and drowning himself into you willingly. Your scent even sent the man in a frenzy.

   "You didn't have to get me dessert," you chuckled. "But that would be nice. We can share it, too."

   Michael could literally lean in for a kiss right now. He could gently hold your face, look into your eyes all day, and kiss you for god knows how long. But the more he let his imagination run wild, he fought back this aching urge to just take you. Finally getting to have you, being in control this time, and doing so many filthy things to you right on this countertop. After being tortured for so long, it just wasn't fair to him that you get away with teasing him. He fought the urge to pin you down, kiss you all over, tease you so bad until you whine how needy you are for him as he is for you—

"Michael? Where is my goddamn tea?!"

   Suddenly, the both of you came to your senses when William's voice was heard down the hall. The rush of panic was enough to get the two of you separated and far away from each other, where Michael started pouring the hot water and you were on the opposite side getting a cup of water from the dispenser.

Mr. Afton walked in the staff lounge with a heavy sigh. The tension between the two of you may have been alleviated, but it was still lingering thickly in the air, especially with your boss in the same room. You pretended to mind your business while William and Michael were conversing.

   "...Thank you," you hear William say as Michael offered the cup of tea. "When you're off break, help recalibrate Bonnie at Parts and Services. We've been having trouble tuning his guitar."

   "Alright. Anything else? You sure you don't want me at the arcade today?"

   William shook his head. "Not today. Why do you wanna be at the arcade so badly, hm?"

It wasn't until Mr. Afton noticed you just now in the corner of his eyes. Michael's gaze drifted to you, holding back his thoughts and not even reacting slightly just to keep his composure and "professionalism." He knows that his father is not that dumb; any obvious hint that his employees have a relationship outside, he will know. So the safest option to not get in trouble and face embarrassment was... keeping distance.

"Ah. I didn't even notice you there, Y/N," William bantered, a large smile stretching across his wrinkled face.

"It's alright, I don't mean to disturb you two," you bantered back, approaching the door to the hallway. "See you both later."

You give one last glance at Michael before you left. The way your eyes lock onto his will never leave his mind. It aches him that he wouldn't be at the arcade seeing you for the rest of the day— or probably the next few days the more he has to work at Parts and Services.

He ended up buying you food and dessert that day, leaving it for you in the staff lounge. Michael wishes to eat lunch with you again and spend more time with you. You both knew you had many things to talk about and catch up on. But because of William's wariness and the fraternization policy, the only solution was to keep distance for now.

   He just wanted to see you. Badly. The lingering flashbacks weren't enough. He couldn't even focus doing half of his tasks because he couldn't bear not seeing you. Sometimes he would try to pass by the arcade whenever he had the chance just to see you at the prize counter. It wasn't until he thought of a solution to finally talking to you again, which was during closing time.

Just like last night when it was the two of you alone at the arcade at night. It's a perfect opportunity. But the only thing he's worried about is if you were actually going to stick around when the pizzeria closes. He's not even capable right now to ask you to stay, either. The off-chance of you sticking around is so small, but never zero...

   The day was finally over and the mega pizzaplex is now empty. All animatronics were off and stationed to their correct stations. The whole place was tidied up for tomorrow. Michael was the last one to leave for the night, securing the stocks of prizes and other merchandise inventory in the supply closet. But something kept bothering him.

   I wish I offered for her to stick around again tonight.

   She didn't have to, but... it literally wouldn't have hurt to ask her.

   God, I wish I could see her. Right now.

  The effect she has on me... I couldn't focus the whole fucking day because of her.

   As Michael finally maintained the last few shelves and crates, images of you taunted him again. He had to lean against the wall and throw his head back, sighing in exasperation. He shut his eyes for a bit, indulging right into the heated flashbacks of you he couldn't escape from.

   The "fuck-me" eyes you gave him today. The way you touched him by adjusting his collar. When you leaned into whisper in his ears, making him shiver. And the way you straddled on him last night, grinding on him as you ran your hands all over his body...

   He knew he already lost himself again, but this time he decided not to hold back. His breath was hitching like a hungry, desperate animal. His chest was twisting erratically in anticipation. His cock throbbed and pulsed in his pants, growing harder and harder and harder...

   He didn't fucking care anymore. He's been waiting all fucking day.

   Michael's belt and pants were already undone. Immediately he could feel the precum already drooling down from his tip and onto his hands, fisting his cock slowly. He forgot how sensitive he was that he shivered and let out a pathetic whimper, having to cover his mouth with one hand while the other kept stroking.

   He shuts his eyes again and threw his head back, thinking about your content, your voice, your moans, your face— everything that urged him to stroke his dick faster like an animal in heat. He fantasized about you stroking him instead, letting you take control over him until he's a shattering mess. God, the things he would let you do to him. He just wanted to pleasure you by letting you use him; it would be a privilege for him to ever get that opportunity.

Michael was getting closer. He couldn't even form a proper sentence, let alone a coherent thought. His moans and his whimpers gradually got louder, not realizing the door to the supply closet was cracked open. Even though nobody was here and nobody could even hear him, he didn't give a fuck— he was already so close to coming. He needed to cum so badly to all his filthy fantasies of you. He needed it, he needed it.

But just when he was about to cum, the lights to the supply closet suddenly turn on. Michael froze like a deer trapped in headlights, his eyes widened in horror when he was finally able to make out the figure leaning on the doorway with a small smirk on their face.

   You.

   You were there, hiding in the shadows and watching him this whole fucking time. Michael felt every pulse in his body rapidly taking over his ears. He didn't dare move an inch. He didn't dare speak a word. And once again, every fiber of his being was in a surrendering state when you came in and sauntered to him, whispering the most ravenous words he's ever heard:

   "I didn't say stop."

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