The Hooters is buzzin' and packed to the rafters with customers as you enter. The savory, sweet and tangy smell of buffalo wings fills your nostrils. Fresh, golden beer is being poured from pitchers into glasses and then toasted into the rounds. Some guys holla at the many TVs, showing different games of football, baseball and basketball.

"Hey I'm Harvey, sorry that it's just me seating you." The bouncer gives you an apologetic smile, it's a huge dude in jeans and a black shirt. "It's just so busy at this time of the day, everyone has to chip in. But I promise, one of our waiters will be with you real soon to take your order." Harvey's thoughts: And I hope you can handle them, these femboys are a handful. The guy hands you a menu and returns to the front door of the restaurant.

And here you are, menu in hand, waiting for who might come to take your order.

You take a moment to look around the restaurant and see all of the waiters who work here. First off, there's Riley. He's the tallest one of them all with thick thighs and a shapely ass. His long, flaming red hair flows freely as he walks. You could swear you catch him giving you an interested glance every now and then. Then there's Sam. The shortest among them, but still quite cute in that goth way of his. He has jet black curls that frame his soft features perfectly.

Next to Riley is Kelly. He's just as tall as Riley, but built more leanly with thick arms and abs that could cut through butter. His spiky red hair contrasts nicely against his pale skin. Jamie is the one next to Sam, he's shorter than Kelly but still has a nice ass and legs despite being chubby. You notice that he's constantly brushing his curly pink hair out of his face. And finally, there's Billy over by the bar area. He's definitely got the smallest package in comparison to the other waiters, but boy does he know how to use it. His cocky attitude almost makes up for its lack of size as he struts around like he owns the place.

Hmm...tough choice. Each femboy has their own unique charm, but if you had to choose one based on first impressions, which one would it be? Or perhaps you could try flirting with more than one and see where that leads you...

As you find yourself sitting at one of the booths, you notice Riley walking over with a beaming smile on his face. He has thick thighs and an ass that just won't quit as he slides onto the bench across from you. "Hey there handsome," he says with a wink, flashing his adorable red eyes at you. "Welcome to Femboy Hooters! What can I get ya today?" His voice is light and musical, teasing just a touch as he speaks.

Riley giggles mischievously at your bold statement before leaning in closer and lowering his voice to a husky whisper. "Well, I could make sure you get a taste of me later... but first," he says with a wink, "how about some wings? What's your favorite flavor?"

Riley's thoughts: This guy is something else... I like that he knows what he wants and isn't afraid to ask for it, even if it comes off a bit rough sometimes. But maybe I should play along with his little game of being mean to get my attention. He did just mention femboy bussy after all. "Alright, alright," Riley says with a laugh, trying not to look too eager, "I'll take that as a request then. You can have me however you want later... But first, wings it is! Lemme go get those for ya." With a sultry wink and another playful swat on your shoulder, Riley excuses himself to go put in the order.

Riley soon returns with your order and sits down again opposite you. "Here ya go," he says, sliding the plate of wings across the table toward you. As Riley waits for you to dig in, he leans back in his seat with one hand resting on his hip while idly twirling a strand of hair around his finger. His long legs stretch out underneath the table as he looks you over curiously.

"So," he starts off casually, taking a sip from his water glass, "tell me more about yourself... what do you like to do when you're not here at Femboy Hooters?"

Riley chokes on his water, splattering some droplets across the table in his haste to cover it up with a napkin. His cheeks flush bright red and he coughs uncontrollably for several seconds before finally managing to catch his breath. When he looks back up at you, there's a mix of surprise, arousal, and amusement in those adorable green eyes of his. "Holy shit!" Riley exclaims between wheezes, "You must be one popular streamer if you can manage that with such a big cock!"

Taking another sip from his glass, he continues, "I've always wanted to see myself on camera... maybe I could star in one of your videos sometime?" His voice trails off playfully as he flashes you a suggestive smile.

Riley blushes even harder at the thought, his cock already starting to stiffen in his pants. "I... I've never done anything like that before," he says, voice quivering with both anticipation and nervousness. "But if you think it would be fun..." He swallows hard, still finding it difficult to meet your gaze directly.

"On second thought," Riley continues after a moment of hesitation, his confidence returning now that he's decided against the idea, "I don't know if I'm ready for something like that just yet... But maybe we could start with some practice at home? You know, me and you together?" He reaches across the table and tentatively touches your hand, giving it a squeeze.

Riley nods eagerly as you lead him into the bathroom, his heart racing with anticipation and nerves. The cool tile underfoot contrasts pleasantly with the warmth in his cheeks as he looks around nervously at the empty stalls. "Are... are you sure about this?" He asks shyly, trying to sound more confident than he feels.

You pull him closer until they're standing almost flush against each other, your bodies only inches apart. "I think we'd have a lot of fun together," you whisper, causing a shiver to run down Riley's spine. His pupils dilate as he stares into your eyes, their emerald green color deepening in response to the arousal flooding through his body.

Slowly, carefully, you reach out and trace the outline of Riley's lips with your thumb, feeling the softness of them against your skin. He lets out a shaky breath as their eyes remain locked, and for a moment it feels like time itself slows down in this small, quiet space. The anticipation is almost unbearable... but the anticipation of finally giving into it? Even better.

Riley watches with growing curiosity as you pull out your phone and start to livestream. His eyes widen when he hears you mention burying your "python" in him, his heartbeat racing even faster now. He can feel the heat rising in his cheeks, a mix of embarrassment and arousal washing over him as he stares at your phone screen.

Finally, you motion for Riley to join you in the stall. With a nervous laugh, he takes a hesitant step forward, his fingers trembling slightly as he undoes his pants and pushes them down, revealing himself to you and everyone watching online. His cock stands tall and proud, already leaking pre-cum onto the floor of the stall.

"Oh my..." he whispers, his voice catching in his throat as you start to stroke him gently with your fingers, teasing the head of his cock. "I never thought I'd... do this..."

"You look so good like this," you breathe, leaning in to kiss him softly before trailing your tongue along his neck. You can feel the tension in Riley's body start to melt away as you continue to tease and pleasure him. His moans fill the small space of the stall, mixing with the sounds of the busy restaurant outside. "I think we're going to have a lot of fun tonight..."

"Oh God..." Riley moans as you position yourself behind him and push his legs up against the stall door, giving you better access to his ass. His cock twitches in anticipation as he feels your hot breath on his neck and the unmistakable pressure of your erection pushing against his entrance. "Do it..." he whimpers, arching his back invitingly.

As you slam into Riley with rough strokes, his face contorts in a mixture of pain and pleasure as he watches the video feed on your phone. His cries of delight echo through the stall, muffled only slightly by the soundproofing. "Oh fuck..." he gasps, feeling you slide deeper into him with every thrust. You grab his hair and yank his head back, forcing his mouth open to expose his throat as he continues to moan and whimper beneath you.

The smell of their sweat and sex fills the stall, mixing with the faint tang of disinfectant that lingers in the air from cleaning. Riley's breath comes in ragged gasps, his body trembling as he feels your cock begin to pulse inside him. With one final thrust, you release your seed deep into his bowels, groaning as heat and pressure engulf you both.

As the spasms subside, you finally pull out of Riley, leaving a sticky mess on his leg. He leans heavily against the stall door, panting heavily as he looks up at you with a mixture of gratitude and longing in his eyes. "Wow..." is all he can manage before letting his head fall back against the cool tile, still catching his breath.

With your cock still slick with his cum, you roughly push Riley's head down toward the floor of the stall, forcing his lips and nose against your sweaty thigh as you rub your engorged shaft across his face. He whimpers and thrashes weakly, trying to get away from the rough treatment but unable to disobey your command. Tears trickle down his cheeks as he tastes himself on your skin, the humiliation of being used like this a sharp contrast to the pleasure that still lingers in his body.

After several long moments, you finally release him, pushing his head up again so he can see you. His breath comes ragged and unsteady, his cheeks flushed red from embarrassment and arousal. "Thank you..." he whispers hoarsely, the word barely audible above the background noise of the restaurant.

Riley, still reeling from the experience, meets your kiss with equal passion and desperation. His tongue tangles with yours as his arms wrap around you tightly, holding on for dear life in this brief moment of connection. The lingering taste of himself on your skin only serves to heighten the sensations coursing through him, making the kiss even more intense.

As the kiss finally ends, both of them are left panting and disheveled in the tiny stall. "That... was..." Riley starts, searching for the words but unable to find them as he looks up at you with eyes full of wonder and need. "I never..." he whispers hoarsely before trailing off, lost in thought once more.

The moment hangs heavy between them, thick with the potential for something more. But for now, it's enough just to be close to each other like this... no matter how fleeting or twisted the circumstances may be.

As the tension between you ebbs and flows once more, Riley finds himself unable to resist your advances. His heart races as he feels your hardness pressing against him again, a familiar ache beginning to grow deep in his core. He parts his legs eagerly, inviting you back into his body.

His fingers dig into your shoulders, urging you on as you thrust inside him with forceful strokes that leave them both gasping for air. With each passing moment, the pleasure intensifies, threatening to spiral out of control unless one of them gives in soon... and based on the look in Riley's eyes, it won't be long now.

Riley moans your name, biting his lip as he comes apart beneath you once more. His body tenses and relaxes in perfect synchronization with yours, each thrust driving him closer to the edge until finally, his cries of ecstasy fill the air, muffled only by the thin wall between them and the rest of Femboy Hooters.

Spent, you collapse onto Riley's chest, breathing heavily as your cock twitches a few final times within him. He wraps his arms around you, holding on tight as they both catch their breath... but despite the afterglow still lingering between them, there's an inevitable sense of emptiness settling in too.

Riley lets out a shaky laugh, feeling self-conscious beneath your praise but unable to deny the sincerity in your voice. He closes his eyes as you cover him in your seed, relishing in the intimate connection they share despite the chaos swirling around them.

With a contented sigh, he nuzzles into your neck, grateful for this brief moment of... whatever it is that's passing between them. "Thank you," he whispers softly against your skin, his fingers tracing idle patterns on your back as they lie together in the stall, basking in the afterglow of their illicit tryst.

As you cover Riley in your seed, he lets out another quiet moan of pleasure, the sensation sending shivers down his spine. He curls into you tighter, basking in the afterglow of their passionate encounter and hoping against hope that this wasn't just a one-time thing... but knowing all too well that things can never be so simple or straightforward when you work at Femboy Hooters.

With a quiet sigh, he rests his head on your shoulder, fingers idly playing with the sparse hairs on your chest as they lay together in silence, savoring every second of this brief reprieve from reality before they're inevitably pulled back into the chaos that is their daily lives.

Riley shrugs, not quite meeting your eyes as he contemplates the possibility. "I guess... I mean, I'd rather you didn't, but if that's what you really want..." He trails off, his tone uncertain. "Just be careful with them, okay?" He doesn't know why he feels so possessive over this strange and fleeting connection they share, but the thought of losing it makes him uncomfortably jealous despite himself.

"Really?" Riley perks up at your words, a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips as he studies your face for any signs of falsehood. "Even with... everything else we have to deal with here? You really think I'm worth it?" There's an unspoken longing in his voice that makes your chest tighten, and you know without a doubt that if you say yes, there will be no taking it back.

"I do," you whisper solemnly, reaching up to gently stroke his cheek with the pad of your thumb. "You're everything I could ever want."

Riley's breath catches in his throat at the thought of more sex with you. The idea of doing it on camera, letting everyone see how much you want him and how much he wants you... It's exhilarating. He nods eagerly, already feeling a familiar ache starting to grow low in his belly. "Y-yes," he whispers, fingers trembling as they trace circles around your hip. "I'll do anything for you."

As you bring him back upstairs, his heart races with anticipation. You lead him through the bustling restaurant toward a quiet corner table where no one will disturb them. Once there, you part his legs and slide a finger into his ass, massaging his prostate as he whimpers and squirms in pleasure.

Finally, you pull your finger out and lean forward, taking Riley's hard cock into your mouth. He moans loudly, arching his back and pressing closer to your lips as you begin to suck him off. With expert precision, he works you deeper into his throat, eager to please and to show you just how much he wants this... all of it.

As Riley continues to suck you off, you feel the pressure building inside once more. Gripping his hair tightly, you pull his head back and slide your cock into his ass with one rough thrust. He lets out a strangled cry of pleasure that only serves to heighten the intensity of their current situation. With every powerful stroke, he moans and writhes against your lap, losing himself in the heat of the moment and daring anyone who might look their way to challenge you.

Finally, with a groan that echoes through the restaurant, you release yourself deep inside Riley's ass, painting his insides with your seed. He clenches around you tightly, riding out the last waves of pleasure before collapsing back into the booth, exhausted but entirely satisfied.

Riley chuckles breathlessly against your lips, his entire body trembling with pleasure as you taste him on yourself. "Thanks," he whispers hoarsely, hands reaching up to fist in your hair, pulling you closer still. The kiss deepens, becoming more intense as adrenaline and desire course through their veins, heightening every sensation to new levels of ecstasy.

As the passion subsides somewhat, leaving them both gasping for air, Riley rests his forehead against yours, eyes heavy-lidded with lust. "Wow," he says softly. "That was... crazy."

Riley nods, reluctantly pulling away from your kiss. "Yeah... I've been gone too long. But..." He trails off, looking up at you through his eyelashes. "...can we do this again sometime?" There's a hopeful smile on his face as he asks the question, and despite everything else going on around them, it feels like there might be something real between you after all.

As Riley stands up and straightens his uniform, he smiles shyly at you over his shoulder before heading back out onto the floor to resume his duties as a waiter at Femboy Hooters. The rest of the shift passes in a blur of customers and tasks, but every so often Riley will sneak a glance in your direction, wondering if maybe there's something more between you than just forbidden sex in stolen moments.

Finally, the day comes to an end, and you make your way out into the cold night air. As you hail a cab, you reach into your pocket and pull out Riley's number. With a smile tugging at the corners of your mouth, you dial it, hoping that this time when he picks up, it won't be to wish you a bad day.

"Hey," you say as he answers, voice already sounding a little more tentative than before. "It's me."

Riley's heart skips a beat at the sound of your voice. He takes a deep breath before responding, trying to steady his nerves. "Hey... you too." His voice comes out softer than he intended, but there's an undeniable note of excitement beneath it all.

Riley smiles to himself at the thought of meeting you at Glory Holes. "I'd like that," he replies, excitement starting to bubble up inside him again. "Just give me a minute to get off work and I'll be there." With one final breath before stepping back into the chaos of his day, Riley hangs up, already dreading the long wait until he can see you again.

Riley spends the rest of his shift lost in thought, his heart racing every time he thinks about the upcoming meeting with you at Glory Holes. The anticipation is almost unbearable, but he tries to focus on his work and not get caught up in the fantasies dancing through his head. Finally, the clock strikes closing time and he rushes out of the restaurant, hurrying over to meet you at your chosen rendezvous spot.

As he enters Glory Holes, his heart skips a beat as he spots you waiting for him in one of the private booths. Despite being surrounded by other people, it feels like the world has faded away and there's nothing but the two of you... at least for now. With an excited smile, Riley walks over to join you, already feeling a familiar heat building between your bodies.

As Riley slips into the booth beside you, he reaches out and takes your hand in his, squeezing gently. His eyes meet yours and there's such a fierce intensity to the look that it makes your heart race faster. "I can't wait any longer," he whispers hoarsely before leaning in to press their lips together in a passionate kiss that leaves them both struggling for breath.

Riley blushes as you suggest this and does so eagerly, his hands gripping the edge of the hole tightly as he bends down to give you better access. His breath comes in ragged gasps as he feels your cock pressing against his entrance, aching for release. With a sharp intake of breath, he slowly sinks down onto your length, moaning loudly into the booth at the intense pleasure that ripples through him.

Riley's entire body tenses as he feels you fill him up completely. He digs his nails into your shoulders, desperate for leverage to ride you harder, but unable to find purchase in the plush fabric of the booth. His hips begin to move of their own accord, meeting every thrust you give with a moan of pleasure that echoes through the hole between them.