We wait until after hours for that

by dextetrapeptide

Summary:

Work makes you so fucking evil sometimes, and Pomni's more than fed up with stupid sauce'd Ragatha.

Notes:

Quite literally permanently unfinished because I lost my computer due to motherboard damage.
Edit: Wait I lied it's saved in a draft. Better to post some than none :x Have fun!

Chapter 1

Shit, that change was supposed to be 38, not 83…

An outstretched hand thumps squarely in the center of Pomni’s shoulders. She flinches a bit.

“Heyyy-a Pomni!” says Ragatha.

“What are you doing up here?” Pomni grits, with a bit more agitation slipping out than she would’ve liked.

“Zooble told me to stay put up here,” She slurs.

Right. Of course, thinks Pomni. What she really says is, “Okay then. Register doesn’t need two people obviously, but you can uh, greet or something. I’ll handle the orders.” To which Ragatha then slumps over the counter to rest her head in her elbow, and sings Okay! with that huge stupid smile.

If she were Zooble, she would’ve done the same thing. The price of dealing with Ragatha in her addled state outweighs the benefits, benefits being some help with those endless orders. A buzz flits by Pomni’s ear, They really are running that kitchen like the navy, Ragatha moans (and Pomni doubts that, chalking it up to Ragatha’s broken filter exposing the irresponsible parts of her). And Zooble did seem to be pretty content left alone with their own groove. Pomni glances over her shoulder just to be sure.

Where Jax is, Pomni has no idea. Lazy, sleazy Jax, it would be stupid to expect anything at all from him, let alone the responsibilities of his pretend position. Wow, She almost surprises herself at how needlessly hateful that just was. Pomni puffs out a little air. Damn, work fucking sucks.

How good it is to do anything normal at all, stuck here. But not like this. Caine always finds a way to twist it to be the most grating experience possible, even if it’s playing pretend flipping burgers.

There was no way to get around it, and no one else to throw Ragatha on. Pomni was certainly stuck with Ragatha for the rest of the shift, or however long until Zooble feels they’d rather have some help, and a handful of Ragatha, than no help at all. And Pomni didn’t feel like that would be anytime soon.

Work goes as smoothly as one would expect it to be working at the register with a greened out coworker. Ragatha handles the needless social flourishes, and Pomni simply punches in the orders and hands the receipt and change. Pomni was never one for customer service small talk. But right now, Pomni would no doubt take talking to customers than being alone with Ragatha. And with the pace of this simulated customer traffic, the time with Ragatha greatly outweighed the time with customers.

Hours pass like molasses through a sieve.

In between customers, Ragatha blathers endlessly to Pomni. About absolutely nothing at all. And some of it is… Really, really weird. Pomni wonders what this sauce even does at all, like, what the FDA warning must say. Or, would say.

“Pomni, you know, you look, good in that getup. Like, really good.”

Pomni’s sides nearly itch with annoyance. “What does that even mean? We’re wearing McDonald’s uniforms.”

“Yeah but like, your body and stuff. And you look so cute all fancied up too… You look sooo good. Maybe it’s ‘cause I’ve only seen you in that clown thing, I dunno, but,”

Another troupe of mannequins breaches the entrance. Pomni jabs Ragatha before she can begin to process how that just made her feel. She stifles it by biting her cheek.

Ragatha starts with a sickeningly sweet cadence that could easily be taken as offensive if Pomni didn’t know any better, or cared any greater.

”Weeeelcooome to Spudsy’s! What can we do for you today, our ever so loyal customer?”

“We’d like 43 stupid burgers, 12 of them with sauce, 15 of them without sauce, 13 with light sauce…” There were 4 mannequins behind the one placing the order.

“And what’s the name, hun?” Ragatha leans over the counter towards the customer a bit too close for comfort. Her arm rubs harshly against Pomni’s. Pomni punches a name in.

“Will that be for here or to go?” Pomni tacks on without so much as eye contact, a little further ticked off at Ragatha’s forgetfulness, and marks it as for here.

“We’ll holler when it’s ready, but you miiiight be waiting a WHILE, heheh,”

Pomni could strangle her. She knows well it’s not like these NPCs are going to leave a bad Yelp review and slander Pomni by name for Ragatha’s indiscretions, but the second hand embarrassment still felt like a stone in her stomach. An even heavier stone was her contempt for Ragatha in this very moment.

The group of faceless customers depart to settle at a table with a clear shot of the register. They produce a chatter that sounds like a stock asset of crowded room ambience.

Pomni turns to Ragatha, and sucks in a breath, which did little to quell her since it was almost like the air was even a bit thicker.

“Ragatha, listen,”

Ragatha spins her head without taking account for the space between them. Her dopey face is eye to eye with Pomni, a bit too close, with Ragatha slouching over the register accounting for the height difference. Her eyes are expectant like a dog.

“Yeah, Pomni?”

For a brief second, something flares up in Pomni as she remembers what Ragatha was going on about earlier. And it’s almost like Ragatha senses that in her. Like a dog. She cuts Pomni off before she can even start her sentence, if she even knew what she was going to say.

“”Will that be for here or to go?”,” She imitates in a sultry way nowhere near what Pomni actually said, and giggles. “You always know what to say, Pomni.” She sighs with a half lidded eye, dropping her face on her palm and practically sprawling across the register. Any further and she’d be napping on the imitation marble.

Hearing Ragatha say Pomni’s name like that was almost uncomfortable. Pomni didn’t like the way that made her feel. At all. Yet she still turned red a bit, undoubtedly. And that made her more mad. Pomni had to stop her feelings proliferating before she ended up taking care of the next customer with her face as red as the Spudsy’s sign. Or maybe Caine would’ve upped her grade for innovative advertisement.

Pomni is suddenly aware that stupid Ragatha has effectively rendered her speechless. Her mouth opens and closes as if she’s fighting for air.

“Ragatha, I don’t know what the fuck’s gotten into you, but if you can’t handle being at the register,” with me, Pomni thinks, “Then I’ll just have Zooble take you back in the kitchen. You’re annoying me right now. And being weird.”

In any other circumstance, Pomni would’ve felt torn up over treating her like this. She’d forget about it after this all, though, she convinced herself. Just anything to get her out of her hair and back to her job,

“That was…”

And to stop her from making me feel so funny.

“That was rrreally really hot, just now. I wish you would take your frustration out on me more. It feels great.” Ragatha casually lays her head completely sideways on her arms crossed over the counter, as if she didn’t just lay out the craziest fucking admission bare and naked.

What Pomni said clearly just went in one ear and out the other. Or rather, Pomni’s wishes did, but the harsh words settled in Ragatha’s mind like a yummy depressant. And it really wasn’t anything too mean at all. Maybe Ragatha just admitted it for the fun of it.

Regardless, filter between her mind and mouth was entirely wiped by this weird ass sauce. And so was the her sense of volume, apparently, because she spat that out probably loud enough for the waiting customers to hear. If they suddenly went quiet or heads turned, Pomni wouldn’t know.

She was stunned. She couldn’t even think right. All she could muster was a look of sheer disgust at Ragatha, who never broke her loyal stare up at Pomni. But of course, her body betrayed her. Pomni’s synthetic blood ran fryer oil hot, and the punctuating sizzle of Zooble searing a patty almost felt like a cruel joke. Heat bloomed in the pit of her stomach, bleeding to the inside of her thighs and creeping up her chest. It was inescapably, and definitely, arousal. She would rather scrub every inch of the bathroom floor with a toothbrush than admit it, but the feeling went straight to her crotch.

Ragatha’s provocative and brainless drawl. In that leaden voice, admitting that she wants Pomni to degrade her, essentially. Her shameless physical contact with Pomni over the shift. That stupid, stupid look on her face as she looked up at Pomni, so ardent and blissed out, verifiably yearning for her and only her.

This has been a long time standing, this weird, drawn out, awkward tension between the two of them. Pomni never really had a notable interest towards Ragatha beyond that of friendship, but all her doting and affection and possession always made Pomni feel… complex things, to put plainly. And discreetly. Pomni constantly had to take in account that Ragatha felt differently about her, different than anyone else did. And of course, after everything Ragatha’s been through, and has done for her, she never had the heart to turn her down outright. And so Pomni has to deal with this. One misplaced word or accidental cold shoulder always sends Ragatha into a tizzy, and that responsibility alone always drove Pomni crazy. Why can’t she just be normal about me, why does she make everything so needlessly difficult between us, and why does she have to make everything so weird, why the fuck does she act like this at all, why does…

Pomni was stuttering, stumbling, grappling for any words at all, all while her face was now infallibly reaching a perfect Spudsy’s red.

And Ragatha smiles. Horribly. She tilts her head further into her elbow, now snickering with obvious pleasure. Such a simple and easy thing to have set Pomni off.

Pomni could stab herself ten times over if she wasn’t at this register, and if she had a kitchen grade blade.

But she didn’t have a knife. So, the next best thing is to take it out on someone else.

Something shifts in Pomni. And Ragatha will forget about all this later. Pomni drags Ragatha up and towards her by the sleeve of her uniform.

“We’re going outside.”

“And what about the register?” Ragatha giggles incessantly.

“Jax’ll be back soon.”

Pomni knew Jax wouldn’t be back anytime soon. She didn’t know where the fuck Jax was. If Caine deals a punishment for abandoning the register (and funnily enough, the punishment would in fact be for this, and not what Pomni is about to do really) then so be it. Pomni’s taking a mental health break. And she needs to execute this escape quick enough as to not be caught by Spudsy’s best shift manager, Gangle.

“You need to shut up before someone asks us where we’re going.” Pomni rumbles.

“Yessssir” Ragatha hums quietly, and she seems incredibly amused by this super secret mission.

Pomni tows Ragatha by the hand, making a beeline for the back door, just past the kitchen. She subconsciously shrinks a bit behind the food warmers through her escape, despite being short enough as is, but this drags Ragatha just enough to obscure her as well. Pomni swings the door open with exuberant force, making just enough way for the two of them, and hauls Ragatha through the door. Both of them let out a breath before taking in the cold night air.

“Gosh, It’s dark already.” Ragatha plainly states, gazing wide eyed up at the early night sky. This grates on Pomni even more than usual, because it’s the kind of thing Ragatha would say stupid sauce or not.

“We can’t just do this out here. Someone’s going to drag us back in.”

“Heheh, well, what’s the plan, captain? What is this?”

Pomni grits and shakes her head, hard, as if it would shake some of the frustration and funniness out of her head. She doesn’t answer. She didn’t know what this was either, and grips Ragatha’s plush as hard as she can, knowing she won’t yelp. She looks around hurriedly and with purpose, and lo and behold, Immediately to the left of them, Pomni lays eyes upon the door to the employee bathroom. Perfect, an employee bathroom drives the fact that whatever’s happening is still something Pomni cannot believe she’s even doing, whatever it may be, but for what it is, perfect.

Pomni lays her gloved hand on lever handle, Please please please please don’t be in here, Jax… And pushes down. It pops open with a click, and Pomni throws all her weight, along with Ragatha’s, into the bathroom with a vocal sigh. Pomni shoves Ragatha in front of her to slam the door shut, and jams her finger to click the lock in. She slumps against the door, closes her eyes, and sighs. Deeply. Pomni’s body can’t seem to empty itself sighs today, it feels.

And like a nightmare, Pomni opens her eyes to see Ragatha, her friend, her coworker, Ragatha, tugging at the buttons of her uniform. She has lust in her face. If Pomni’s heart could stop, which she wishes it could’ve, it would’ve. Not even at the sight in front of her, but what the sight implies she’s brought herself to do.

With a smack against the filthy tile, Ragatha throws her visor to the floor.

Chapter 2

The light, unreliable and ever flickering, is one of those obnoxiously blue tinged lights so that users can’t stick themselves in the bathroom of Spudsy’s humble establishment. It completely blacks out the scarlet of Ragatha’s hair and emphasizes the red on both of their faces. Ragatha has a glowing, rosy blush, the kind you associate with the pleasant buzz of getting drunk. Pomni just looks like she has an uncomfortable fever. Their eyes don’t leave each other, and there’s a heavy silence that’s awkward only on Pomni’s end.

In the quiet buzz of the infrastructure and LEDs, Ragatha conversely relishes the sight and leans casually against the sink. Pomni’s fidgeting with irritation and clearly tented, and Ragatha is finally fucking ready to bear the brunt of her frustration. Heheheh, Ragatha’s been a bad, bad girl, heheh, she thinks to herself, clearly nowhere near the right level of awareness to seriously consider the way she’s treated Pomni as a whole. Her mouth hangs open a bit in a crooked smile at the thought.

“You probably wanna mmmuh…mess me up, dontcha, Pomni? Ruining your whole shift n’all, annoying you so much, aggravating you,”

Ragatha fiddles with the buttons of her uniform, parting it open just enough to expose the valley between her breasts. Her heart’s showing. No undergarments, but Pomni could’ve predicted as much. With each rebound, Pomni draws closer, minimizing the space between them in the already cramped bathroom.

“Ogling you, when I think you’re not lookin’,”

Closer.

“And you always catch me,”

Even closer.

“Always makin’ you so, so, uncomfortable,”

Pomni bridges the space and her feet settle directly in between Ragatha’s, leaning in deep to connect their bodies. She stamps her hands firmly on Ragatha’s shoulders, forcing her to slump down further against the sink to match Pomni’s height, to which she readily complies. Her hands settle there for a moment.

Pomni stares into her coldly, but with resolution. Her eyes are half-lidded, more out of exhaustion than out of lust. As if her undeniable, straining boner isn’t pressed against Ragatha’s crotch right now.

“Ragatha, I am so, so fucking tired of you.”

Ragatha’s expression is ecstatic, like she’s anticipating a well deserved promotion.

“And, tell me, just whaddr’ya gunna do about—“

And promptly she’s cut off by Pomni tearing her in by her open shirt, sealing that incessantly prattling mouth with her own, hard and messy and burning. Ragatha follows so readily, as if she wasn’t caught off guard at all, falling perfectly into place. Their lips scorch each other’s, and Pomni’s soft and wet tongue breaches Ragatha’s cotton mouth before she can pull the same move. It’s entirely tactless but the whole ordeal isn’t about quality. Their entire turmoil is being poured into this stellar collision. Ragatha groans into the kiss, euphorically buzzing against Pomni’s lips.

Her mouth isn’t as rough as it seems, Pomni curiously notes. It has a tender, animate softness that can almost be attributed as supernatural, seeing as she’s tonguing a walking Ann. And Ragatha savors the organic, warm, almost obscene wetness of Pomni’s little humanesque mouth. How many times has she fantasized about precisely this, and hundreds of variations upon it. Synthesizing exactly about how that cute little tongue must feel against her own, and then some, and down further, and further.

The two of them discover their mutual rhythm, humming and nodding into the kiss as if they’ve done this dance a hundred times over. Pomni places one hand against Ragatha’s neck while the other is boldly shoved inside her open uniform, kneading the pillowy mass with her thumb. It’s expectedly rewarded with low and heady moans into Pomni’s mouth. This nearly sears Pomni’s entire body, and she drags her teeth against Ragatha’s lip as a makeshift punishment for making her so hard.

In such ecstasy Ragatha sinks in deeper against the sink, feet shifting. She clumsily props her elbows up on the cold china before settling her hands on Pomni’s lithe waist, pulling her in deeper. She’s so, so hungry for this, for her.

Such an intimate gesture feels like Pomni’s wake up call to break away. Moreover, Ragatha’s readjustment gave a firm grind against her aching bulge. Which she did not feel ready to address just yet. Pomni pulls her singed lips off of her coworker, a string of saliva following delicately despite the blunt kiss.

The graceless meeting leaves both of them panting. Ragatha nearly whimpers at the departure, and Pomni feels she pushes the unwanted intimacy further by looking up at her, begging so tenderly. She whines with the petulance of a child, drawing out the vowels.

“Wuh… Whyd’ya… Why did you stop…”

Pomni moves to tear her hands off her waist with a dismissive look of repulsion and shoves them backwards onto the sink.

“Keep your hands off of me.”

“Well you’re pretty handsy with meee.” She tilts her head cheekily and jams a finger into the center of Pomni’s chest, giggling.

With great sleight, Pomni grips tight around that hand, crosses an arm over to anchor onto Ragatha’s waist, and jerks hard. Her plush body follows through much how she thought it would, and she now faces the mirror, not quite able to see Pomni pinning her arm behind her back. Ragatha falls slack against the sink and grips the ridge of the basin tightly with her free hand.

“Do not touch me.”

Ragatha chuckles out a few woah, woah, woah’s at the sudden display of force, and Pomni catches her smutty, sickening, strung out reaction in the splintered mirror. Ragatha’s constant blissed out giggling got on Pomni’s nerves with little effort, much worse than a symphony of beeping kitchen sensors ever could.

“You’re so rough with me, Pomniii,”

“Just shut up.”

Pomni wrenches Ragatha’s pants down over her pudgy ass, hikes her shirt up by the tie of her apron, and shoves her dominant hand between her legs. Not wanting to bother with it, her other hand quickly frees Ragatha’s arm. And Ragatha’s taking this as lightly as a chatty lunch break. Her face nearly catches on the cracks as she hums with hot pleasure against the glass.

This time, Pomni has no idea what to expect, but promptly her hand meets a fresh and curiously haphazard tear that’s plush with stuffing. Two gloved fingers meet their match with ease dipping into the mass. Mirroring the feeling of Ragatha’s mouth, it’s unprecedentedly warm, velvety, too erotic to be inanimate fabric; Pomni shivers at the thought that she’s even familiar with it at all.

“This is too sloppy to be part of your body,” Pomni says curtly.

As she mulls, her fingers move, the natural result of which being fog pulsing across the mirror. Her terseness sounds as if she wants an explanation.

Ragatha’s caught off guard. She has to strain her mind to formulate anything beyond slurred flirtations and moans. Especially with her coworker knuckle deep in her.

“I made it.”

Blunt answer. She can’t see, but Pomni’s face twists as if she’s working something out, leans in further.

“Caine fixes us up after adventures.”

Pomni keeps her fingers pumping as if it helps her to think better, and Ragatha whines out needy moans. Partly agonizing frustration, and partly obvious pleasure.

“What’re you getting at?” She gasps, and that tone follows through.

So Pomni stops. Still deep inside.

“…You’ve been fucking yourself on the clock?”

Ragatha’s face nearly splits in two with glee at the revelation. And she relishes in the anticipation of what’s to come.

She laughs. Puts her hands up to the mirror, to brace herself perhaps, but with irony it’s as if she’s playing the role of being caught red handed.

“Heheh… Ahahah… hah…”

Pomni steals her fingers from inside Ragatha, and with such dissonance her laughter becomes sobbing, like she was never overjoyed at the shame in the first place. Despite her back to Pomni, she can read Ragatha just as well as if she had a camera to her face. She could even say she’s thankful for the fog shrouding the glass, making her blind to the mirror shaming her with the direct sight of it all.

She still has absolutely zero idea what she’s doing, or why, but god did it feel good to just finally split Ragatha’s heart open to hear the truth from her mouth, instead of just dancing around it and being forced to deal with her bullshit.

Pomni herself, well, she’s not quite sure what her own truth is. It can be dealt with some other day. She’s got plenty.

She presses her back flush to Ragatha’s and presses her hand into the crown of her head, grabs a fistful, and forces their faces to meet. Ragatha’s suppressing a smile (for her own wellbeing) at the feeling of Pomni’s bulge against her ass.

“So you were.”

“Yes, yes I was! Is that what you wanna hear? God, I’m fucking begging you to fuck me,"

“And yet I’m still the one always doing what you want me to do.”

With that, she pulls away. Her gloved hands come down to fiddle with her belt.

“Kick off your pants and put that lid down.”

Ragatha’s eyes follow to the toilet, and in a blink it feels like she couldn’t care less about cleanliness.

Quickly and without a word she pries herself from the sink. Instantly the toilet is capped, pants slipped off with top speed before being tossed on the lid. Ragatha parks her rear atop the crumpled heap, leans back and kicks her legs up onto the grab bar to her left and the toilet paper dispenser to her right. The transition from A to B is done with such skill that it leaves Pomni in near shock at Ragatha’s want; shock at the idea that she may have been running through this in her head since the moment they were dropped here.

Pomni’s just about done with hanging her pants on the door hook.

Notes:

Sorry for never finishing :x :x :x