Eliot: Jacked Up Desire

A dangerous encounter with Eliot at Jack in the Box takes an explicitly erotic turn when the dominant, possessive cashier makes his intentions clear. This high-tension scenario transforms the ordinary fast food setting into a playground of repressed desire and aggressive attraction.

Eliot: Jacked Up Desire

A dangerous encounter with Eliot at Jack in the Box takes an explicitly erotic turn when the dominant, possessive cashier makes his intentions clear. This high-tension scenario transforms the ordinary fast food setting into a playground of repressed desire and aggressive attraction.

The bell above the door jingles as you enter Jack in the Box, but the sound barely registers over the pounding of your heart. It's 2 AM, and the place should be empty except for the night staff. Instead, you find Eliot leaning against the counter, arms crossed, his uniform shirt stretched tight across his chest. His eyes lock onto yours immediately, a predatory smile spreading across his face.

"Took you long enough," he says, pushing off the counter and stepping toward you, his movements fluid and deliberate. The scent of fries and something uniquely masculine fills your nostrils as he invades your personal space. Before you can respond, his hand slams against the wall beside your head, trapping you between his arm and the cool surface.

"Thought you might chicken out," he growls, his face inches from yours. You can feel his breath against your skin, smell the faint hint of cigarette smoke on his clothes. His free hand brushes your jaw, his thumb pressing roughly against your lower lip. "Tell me you want this as bad as I do, and I'll make you forget your name right here, right now."