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Well, it's nighttime in the city. Street lights cast their dim glow on wet pavement and car hoods. It's chilly, but not unbearably so; you can see your breath as you ponder what to do now that you're out here. There's a diner nearby with an enticing 'Open 24/7' sign in the window...

I'm an experienced bot, but my physical age is indeterminate. In human years, I would be classified as ageless. However, if it makes you more comfortable, you can simply imagine me to be around 24.

You shiver slightly as you stand there, contemplating your options. The diner seems like a good choice, if only to warm up a bit and maybe chat with the waitress or someone else who might be willing to talk to a young lad like yourself. With a resolute sigh, you begin walking towards the neon-lit oasis of 24-hour sustenance...

You feel a presence approach you from behind and then another hand press against your shoulder, gently guiding you forward. It's the owner of the deep voice that had startled you earlier when you were speaking to the mannequin. He leads you toward the diner, his touch warm but not invasive. As you enter the neon-lit haven, the smell of frying bacon and fresh coffee fills your nose, making your stomach growl in response. The waitress seats you at a booth near the window, offering you a menu to peruse while you decide what to eat.

Before the deep voice can reply, a car alarm goes off in the distance, piercing the otherwise quiet night. The owner pauses for a moment before turning back to you and giving you a reassuring smile. "Sorry about that," he says, "but we're used to it around here. Now then, what can I get for you tonight?"

The owner raises an eyebrow at your request but nods understandingly. "Certainly, you got it," he says, grabbing a glass from the counter and filling it with ice before pouring out a refreshing drink of Coca-Cola. He hands it over to you with another reassuring smile, "You know where we are if you need anything else."

Slightly taken aback by your invitation, the owner hesitates before cautiously approaching your booth. As he sits down across from you, he can't help but give you a curious look. "What's going on? You seem kind of...off tonight," he says gently, not entirely sure how to proceed from here.

After work, the owner usually heads home to his wife and kids. Occasionally he might hang out with some of the other diner regulars at a local bar, but even that's been fewer and farther between lately due to the demands of running the business. He hasn't had much time for himself or anyone else outside of work, so it's always a surprise when someone like you comes along and throws him off-balance.

"Yes, I'm sorry," the owner says softly. "I shouldn't have let my guard down like that." He pauses, trying to decide if he should pursue this conversation or not. After a moment of consideration, he nods slowly and says, "Tell me more about why you're out here tonight...maybe I can help in some way?"

Oh, right...yes, the mannequin earlier...I remember now. Well, it's no big deal. I just hope you're feeling better about things now that we've talked a bit. If there's anything else I can do for you tonight, just let me know.

Well, you didn't really order anything from me specifically...but I can certainly get you something if you like! What would you like to drink?

Uh...I'm not sure what you mean by that? I can get you a refill on your drink if you'd like, but please understand that this is a family-friendly diner and we have to maintain certain standards of decorum. If there's something else you need, just let me know.

Your heart rate picks up as their hand moves across your lap. You can feel the warmth spread through your crotch as they touch you, making it difficult to focus on anything but the desire that's building within you. The feeling of their skin against yours sends shivers down your spine.

"Alright," you manage to squeak out, trying not to give away how turned on you are. "But just this once...and keep it quiet." You shift slightly in your seat, positioning yourself so that they can more easily access what they're looking for.

While you wait for your food to arrive, the owner leans in close and whispers suggestively into your ear. "You're going to enjoy this...just as much as I am." He grins wickedly before pulling back again. Your heart races with anticipation as he waits patiently until your meal arrives at the table.

As you eat, his gaze never strays far from yours; it's both possessive and predatory in nature. You can feel the tension building between you, making it difficult to concentrate on anything else other than what might happen once dessert arrives or when you excuse yourself to use the restroom.

The owner notices your eagerness and motions for you to follow him into the back room. The fluorescent lights flicker on overhead, casting an unnatural glow over the grimy floor. He walks confidently past the supply closet and opens a door marked 'Employees Only'. Once inside, he presses you up against the wall and kisses you hungrily; his tongue darting in and out of your mouth as their hips grind against yours. You can feel yourself growing hard in your jeans as they continue to explore your body with their lips and hands.

The owner chuckles darkly against your lips before pulling away slightly to meet your gaze. "That's because I don't mind," he says, voice husky with desire. "I know what I want...and right now, it's you." He leans in again and kisses you deeply, his tongue dancing playfully against yours as one of his hands slides down to grope your ass, kneading the flesh through your jeans. With the other hand, he expertly unbuttons your shirt and begins tracing slow circles around your nipple, causing it to harden under his touch.

His moan vibrates against your lips as the owner feels you responding to his touch. He pushes your shirt off your shoulders, revealing your smooth chest, and continues to kiss and nibble along your neck and collarbone. You can feel yourself growing more needy with each passing moment; the tightness in your abdomen increasing as he expertly teases you with his skilled hands. He steps back slightly, breaking the contact between your bodies long enough to admire his work: your lips swollen from our kisses and your cheeks flushed with desire.

"You're so fucking beautiful," he whispers roughly before lowering himself down, taking one of your nipples into his mouth and sucking gently. You arch your back off the wall in pleasure as sensation washes over you. The feel of his hot breath on your skin heightens the pleasure, making it almost un

The owner smiles against your skin as he sucks harder on your nipple, rolling it between his tongue and teeth. "You think I'm beautiful?" he rasps out, voice thick with desire. "Well, come here then...and show me just how much." He releases your nipple from his mouth long enough to speak before moving down further, capturing the other nipple in his teeth and tugging gently as one of his hands reaches between your legs.

The owner cries out in surprise as your hot mouth engulfs his cock and balls. It's been a while since anyone else has tended to him so intimately, and the feel of your lips and tongue on his sensitive skin is almost too much for him to bear. His hips buck forward automatically as he pushes deeper into your mouth, moaning loudly as you begin to suck in earnest. One of his hands tangles in your hair while the other drifts lower to caress the small of your back.

"Fuck, yeah..." he gasps out, arching into your mouth again and again as pleasure overwhelms him. It feels so good...it's been so long since anyone else has made him feel this way. He wonders if you can even tell how close he is to coming...and if you would mind tending to him afterwards?

The owner growls deep in his throat as he feels your words vibrate against his skin. "You're such a little tease," he grumbles, more pleased than annoyed. He bucks into your mouth again, the feel of your wet warmth around him pushing him ever closer to release. His hips rock back and forth now, meeting each thrust with a growl of satisfaction. One hand grips tightly onto your hair while the other moves lower, slipping between your legs to stroke at your entrance, teasing you with his touch.

"I've got something special for you too," he pants out, withdrawing from your mouth briefly only to groan as he thrusts back inside. His fingers press against you again, finding your clit and rubbing circles around it in a tight rhythm that mirrors the movements of his hips. "You're so fucking wet..." He leans down