Stephy's 24/7 Diner

Just a heads up!!! This Fiction story is for ages 17 and up due to there being talk about sex, submission, and a whole lot of profanity. So with that in mind, enjoy the story.

I DID NOT KNOW HOW TO FEEL when I heard that my backstabbing former friend Sai was dead. So many emotions were happening all at once; anger, joy, and sadness. Why, you ask?

ANGER, the asshole, racked up an expensive hotel bill, he asked me to pay it for him, and he would pay me back. Days and weeks would go by, and he would make up stories that he couldn’t pay me back. Then he would say I gave him the money, and he didn’t need to repay me. Bullshit!

Joy, because I won’t have to see his stupid face again. (yeah, I know that sounds harsh.)

Sadness, because…well, we grew up together, and he was my friend for 13 years. And he helped me get out of my shell. I was a very timid guy; if you were to see me, you wouldn’t think so. I’m tall. I’m about 5’7”, pretty thin, with some muscle. I’m a Caucasian mix, (I don’t know much about my family origin, which will have to be another story at another time.) My hair is red with some black streaks. I guess you could say I’m a dirty redhead with green eyes; yes, I’m a cutie who happens to be bi-sexual.

Sorry, I did not mean to throw you off; let’s get back to me telling you why I’m angry, sad, and joyful about this jerk who was my friend.

But here is one thing that shocks me: how he died. And get ready to laugh (yes, I’m serious, and no, I’m not joking.) Sai was in the passenger seat, and he was giving the driver, who was a multi-trillionaire heir, that he was dating a blowjob. They were going down the mountain, and the driver was getting ready to climax when he stepped on the gas, went off the rails, and crashed down the hill and into a lake. Killing the driver and Sai, you can say the dude was ‘cuming down the mountain?’ Chessy jokes, I know. A witness saw the whole thing and got it on video, and he had a GoPro camera on his helmet while on a motorcycle.

At the funeral, the whole room was packed; I guess because of the now-deceased heir, I seriously doubted anyone would show up, but I came to pay respects to the former friend. I spot my two employers, Haru and Aoba. They are brothers who happen to be multi-million heirs and run a successful business.

They are in their early thirties, of Caucasian descent, with jet-black hair and light blue beautiful eyes. Both wore all-black suits and ties, except for the Converse shoes. So I got to say they both look sexy, and I’m just wearing my black jeans, a black dress shirt tucked out, and yes, converse. I did have a tie with a horseshoe on the bottom of it.

“Hey, Aoba, Haru, I didn’t expect to see you both here.

“Hi, Noiba,” Aoba said. “We didn’t expect to see you, either.”

“I just want to be sure that jerk is dead since Sai never paid me back.”

Haru and Aoba laughed. We walked to the table with water, coffee, cakes, fruit, and cheese.

“That makes three of us,” Aoba said, sipping water. “We are also here because of the multi-trillion heir…was our stepbrother, Edward.”

“Our stepfather Jack wasn’t quite fond of him,” Haru says just as he is about to bite into an apple.

Everyone enters the room that was the wake of Sai and Edward; both coffins are closed. A tall man of Hispanic descent and long black hair walks up to the podium. He looked in his late 50s and short, like five feet.

“Thank you all for coming, my name is Mario, and I oversee this morgue; we are gathered here because of two lives that are no longer in this world. I have been informed that Jack, the father of Edward, will read an elegy,” Mario said, bowing his head. “Please come forward.”

I looked around to see Haru and Aoba’s stepdad Jack, and The man was a blonde, very tall; I’m talking six feet, clean-cut, and probably in his late 50’s. Next to him was his daughter Natalie, one psycho bitch; I’m not kidding, she may look like a hot smoking model, you know, the kind I’m talking about, giant breasts you can sink your face in and motorboat. Perfect ass, you want to smack around until she screams, "Oh, Papi" To put in a better perspective, she had a halo effect. That means she looks sweet and innocent, but she is the spawn of the devil himself. Oh, yeah, and she was Edwards's twin. I know this because I used to work as a technical support-IT guy at Jack’s company. And yes, I had a thing for her. So, you can imagine my joy when she asked me out for coffee. I imagine her as my girlfriend, dating, you know. But the bitch used me to get her ex-boyfriend jealous. I was mad and hurt but not as angry as the night we had sex, and no, I didn’t want to have sex with her, and no, I wasn’t drunk. You’ll find out later in the story what this bitch did, and it was so bad that I up and quit. My dad is good friends with Jack, and when he heard my side of the story, he put in a good word and reference at my current job as a…you guessed it, Technical support-IT guy, which is how I met Haru and Aoba. These two are the total opposite of Edward and Natalie.

“Natalie, where is my speech?” Jack said, looking in his pockets

“It’s in the…kitchen at…my apartment,” Natalie said, horrified.

“Jack, we are waiting.” Mario snaps.

Jack growls. He walks up to the podium.

Jack clears his throat, “My son Edward… and Sai, what can I say?…what can I say, indeed? They were locals here in our beautiful state of California.” Jack walked to the coffins, stood between them, and touched Edward’s and Sai's coffins. “And they…Woah, “ Jack falls flat on the floor. Everyone laughs. Yeah, I was laughing, but I covered my mouth.

“I guess they weren’t that heavy,” Jack said, getting up. “Look, I’m sorry I’m the wrong person to do this. I know I am Edward’s father, and I should say good things about my son’s life, but sadly he was making bad decisions, and topping it off, his lover Sai was encouraging him to perform these acts. I want to be clear that I am not against the LGBTQ; I support it 100%.”

Jack dried his tears, took a deep breath, and continued, “I think someone who knew Edward and Sai very well should come up here and say positive things about them. So, please come up.”

Everyone looked around, but no one was standing up to speak. Haru looked at Aoba and then whispered.

“I guess the three of us weren’t the only ones who didn’t like Edward and Sai.”

“Anyone with a somewhat great memory of Edward and Sai,” Jack said, trying to sound cheerful.

No one was standing. Natalie stands up and shouts, “Oh, for god's sake, does anyone here have any connections with them, good or bad?”

A slim man of his 20s, African American descent, raises his hand and stands.

“My name is John; those two assholes opened a tab at my bar/tattoo parlor called The Black Needle and never paid for the drinks they ordered or the tattoos I gave them,” John growled. “Since I won’t ever get paid, I’m here to ensure they’re dead.”

Holy shit! And I thought I was pissed about not getting paid, but it keeps getting worst. Because after the guy sat down, a short woman stood up; she was, of course, a senior she had white hair and looked like someone’s sweet grandma, but she also had a ‘just don’t get her mad because she will eat you alive’ kind of look. And she had one stern voice. “Those two owe me money; they came to my shop for a haircut and spa treatment. Not to mention about 1,000 worth of bath and body products that I make and never got paid.”

“Noiba, you want to tell everyone what Sai did to you?” Haru whispered to me. I thought about it and said, “Nah, I’m good.”

The service was short; Edward and Sai were cremated, so Haru and Aoba had to stay behind with their stepdad. I headed home. It was an eight-block walk, and the evening was coming in, so there was still some daylight.

I live in a two-bedroom apartment; no, I have no roommate, one room is the primary bedroom where I sleep, and the other is my home office. I keep work and my life separated. I can live this way because of the money I make. And I don’t shop at expensive stores. So, an hour goes by I’m backing up my hard drives when I hear a knock on my door. I’m in my shorts, by the way; I’m usually naked. When I open the door, It’s Haru and Aoba.

“Welcome, boys. Can I get you a beer?” I asked, smiling, offering them to come in.

Both walked in and did the elevator eyes on me, “Such a naughty pet,” Haru said with a smile.

“Guys, c’mon, I’m not a pet…I mean, I was your pet for a month because you helped me pay that hotel bill,” I said, looking shy.

“You are our pet, Noiba.” Aoba walked behind me. He wraps his arms around my waist. “When was the last time you were punished.”

I’ll admit I liked the attention I was getting, and yes, I was hard. Suddenly my phone rang; who would be calling me? I thought I didn’t recognize the number, but I felt I had to answer it because what if it was work-related, Haru took my phone and answered it. He looks at me with an odd look.

“Noiba, it’s that rich step-sister of ours who says it’s urgent and…needs to talk to you, and she sounds horny, by the way.”

“Oh god, it was one time!” I shouted, throwing my hands in the air. “I only slept with that privilege succubus because she put Viagra in her ex-boyfriend’s coffee and then mixed up the mugs with mine.”

“You what!?” Aoba and Haru shouted.

I shouted it because I wanted Natalie to hear how badly I hated her for doing that. Still, it seemed she loved the way I performed for her sexually and wanted more, and she would do anything she could to put Viagra in my coffee again to have sex with me; that was the reason I quit. So sorry bitch, my sex performance is not for sale.

“God damn it,” I shouted, then grabbed my phone from Haru, “Natalie, what the fuck you want now!?”

“Hi, Noiba; today, we lost someone we knew. I lost my brother, and you lost your friend,” Natalie said over the phone. “Why don’t you come to stay the night and keep me company?”

“You know I would, but I don’t want to wake up with bite marks on my neck, you blood-sucking leech.” I snapped.

“Want to make extra cash? My computer is acting up,” Natalie said, “And maybe later we can have drinks.”

If I still had a thing for this girl, I’d take my computer to her place and show her my hard drive. But I didn’t.

“Natalie, there are jobs even I wouldn’t do.”

I hung up and took a deep breath. “I’m hungry; you guys hungry?”

We go to Stephy’s Diner, a 24/7 diner just down the street from my pad. The guys felt odd going there because they thought they would be judged since they were wealthy. But, of course, it’s happened before, just not at Stephy’s diner.

“No one cares; as long as you order food and show respect to the staff, you are fine,” I told them.

Stephy’s Diner is unique, it’s not just a diner to have coffee and good food, But it also has a section for people to have their laptops and other devices on the table. The cables to charge electronics hang from the ceiling. It looks like a traditional 1950’s diner, with a few high high-tech teams; yeah, thigh-checks high-tech teams. The server’s uniforms are plain and straightforward; just jeans, a t-shirt that says Stephy’s Diner, and an apron. The menu serves the traditional American dinThad, yeah, I’m talking burgers, ribs, salads, desserts, you name it. Breakfast, lunch, and dinner are served all day. So, you can have breakfast for dinner or vice versa.

On that evening, the diner was slow; it looked like only three servers and three cooks were on duty—all three servers were in the kitchen with their backs turned. As for the host, he was falling asleep but jolted when the little bell on the door rang when the guys and I walked in. The host was a young guy, 28 years old Caucasian. His hair was spikey; he must have used a lot of hair gel—a college student because of the advanced textbooks of computer engineering.

“Hi there…um, and welcome; how many in your group,” He asks, smiling. I can see on his face that he was trying to say, ‘I wasn’t sleeping; I was just resting my eyes.’

“Just us three,” I said. We sat at a table instead of a booth. I wanted to be between the guys rather than in front of me like in a booth. The host gives us our menus and departs.

“I’ll buy dinner, so order up, boys,” I said, smiling. Haru and Aoba smiled.

“You know, we can pick up the check,” Aoba said in a flirting tone.

“Yeah, but then I would have to pay you back. Not in cash but as…your pet,” I said, looking down at the menu.

“Are you saying you didn’t enjoy being our pet that month?” Haru said, whispering. Haru slowly starts sliding his leg up and down near my crotch. Oh, I loved it. Of course, he had to stop because the host was coming.

“What can I get you guys started with?” the host asked, “Or do you know what you want to order.”

I ordered a burger combo with fries and coke. Haru orders a turkey club sandwich with fries and a Coke. Aoba pastrami sandwich also with fries and a coke. We ate and talked about those two weeks.

“I’m not saying yes, but I’m not saying no,” I said, dipping my fries in ketchup. “I just wish I knew that when I agreed to be your pet.. it meant agreeing to be your submissive.”

Haru takes a large bite of his food, shakes his head, and gives a little laugh. Aoba looks at Haru, then looks at me. “I can’t believe you thought it meant dressing up like a dog and walking around in a lash.”

“Yeah, that’s what I thought…I’m not kidding,” I said with my mouth full. “I did enjoy getting handcuffed, getting punished, and spanking.”

“Good boy,” Haru asked. “I take it the intimacy was pleasant?”

“Yeah, the sex was good,” I said, taking a big bite.

“Want to do it again?” Aoba asked.

“I’ll have to be there for two nights to give each of you some quality time.”

Haru and Aoba are smiling and nodding.

“Hey guys, completely off-topic, I believe I am due for a raise and a promotion.

Haru and Aoba look at each other. “We’ll see; give us a couple of days. Aoba said.

You probably wonder why I brought up my request for a promotion and a raise; I’m not sure if you are familiar with the saying, ‘It’s not who you know, it’s whom you blow.’ So, since I would be licking balls that night, I figured…let’s do this shit.

We finished our meal, paid the check, and headed to the guys’ house. Oh yeah, they have a home, and it is enormous. It’s a five-bedroom, with three and a half bathrooms. Both have their rooms.

Not going to detail what went on in the room; all you need to know is there were handcuffs, lube, a naughty tickler, and much screaming of ‘Oh god, oh yeah, harder, faster, and go to the right.’ Literally.

Early the following day, I was making breakfast for the boys. I made them scrambled eggs, bacon, toast, and sliced fruit. I was wearing mesh boxer shorts and a dog collar. Haru and Aoba were also in boxer shorts. Not that you wanted to know or anything.

“Did I miss breakfast?” Natalie said, walking in.

“Hey, hey, we gave you those keys for emergency use only,” Aoba shouted.

“What the fuck are you doing here, Natalie?” I shouted.

“Good to see you too, Noiba. Mmmm, your cooking smells exquisite,” Natalie said.

“Such a big word for someone with a small head,” Aoba says with a smirk.

“Shouldn’t you be at work with Jack?” Haru asks.

“I’m grieving; I lost my twin brother,” Natalie said, grabbing coffee.

“You got a strange way of using the word grieving,” I said, using serving the boys breakfast.

“Besides, I heard Noiba was here, so I thought I come and say hi,” Natalie said.

“Well, you did now get out!”

“Oh, are you still sore after the whole Viagra accident?” Natalie asked.

“Accident!? Really?” I asked, and I was annoyed. “You used me to get back at your ex for sex.”

“And you are amazing and better than my ex.”

I don’t know if that was a compliment or an insult.

“Wow, sis, you are a piece of shit,” Aoba said.

“Whatever, ladies,” Natalie said, looking and me pulling out $100 bills and a sand dollar seashell. “Now, how much for having your dong for a three-night stay?”

I smile and shake my head. “I would say, your heart on a silver plate, but…you don’t have a heart.”

Natalie counts the money she pulled out and places it on the counter, “two thousand dollars, it is. What do you say, Noiba?”

“Natalie, what the hell gives you the idea that I’m some kind of plaything?”

“Excuse me, but men have treated women like…things for centuries,” Natalie says, sipping her coffee. “So, I’m doing the same thing, and aren’t you Haru and Aoba’s…pet?

I grabbed the money, walked up to Natalie, and threw the money in her face, “You are a fucked-up bitch, with no respect for anyone.” I shouted.

“Noiba, if I’m a bitch, why do you have a dog collar?” Natalie said, smiling.

“Your right,” I said, taking off the dog collar, “Since you’re the biggest bitch in this house, perhaps you should wear it.” I threw it at her.

“You have no guilt; you are a sick bitch that needs mental help,” Haru shouts, but Natalie laughs, mocking Haru. “Guys, I’m as healthy as a horse.”

“Get out,” Aoba shouts.

“Ok, I’ll leave, but my offer still stands, Noiba,” Natalie said, walking to the door.

Just as she is about to walk out, she turns and says, “Noiba, I’m now the heiress of my father’s company and have trillions since my brother passed; what do you say?”

“You can just drop dead, asshole!” I screamed, then gave the middle finger.

Natalie laughs, then suddenly, one of her high heels breaks, and she slams her head on a vase; she is gasping for air and collapses. All three of us rush to assist Natalie. Aoba checks her pulse. “Oh, shit, she’s dead!” Aoba said, looking at Haru and me.

I was in shock; the bitch was dead? Oh, hell no, I shake Natalie screaming. “Come on, bitch, if I told you to choke on a dick, would you do it?” What a way to start a morning, and I haven’t had my coffee yet.

Three days later:

At Natalie’s funeral, about 12 people showed up. Among them were Jack, Haru, Aoba, and myself. I’m not sure everyone else, just like her brother, it was a short service. Jack, Haru, Aoba, and I went to Stephy’s Diner.

Jack was eating apple pie with cheese on top; you read that correctly. Cheese on top of the apple pie. And a cup of black coffee. I ordered three vanilla shakes for the boys and me. Oh yeah, and a basket of fries.

“Two funerals in less than two weeks,” Jack said. “My offspring are dead, and I have no heir.”

Aoba looks at Jack, “Jack, with all due respect. I think both Edward and Natalie would have dragged the business to the ground.”

More like beating it with a stick, dragging it to a gravesite, and burying it. But I couldn’t say that to Jack, so I said something simple. “I agree with Aoba.

“I know; that’s why I’m leaving everything to Haru and Aoba. “Jack said, showing the will. “I was going to tell them on my deathbed, but it seems those two beat me.

Aoba and Haru were thrilled and happily accepted; even thou their business is still doing great, now it looks like they can expand, and I got promoted with a considerable raise.