Go out as you are and suck him?
From Create Your Own Story
You momentarily consider putting your clothes back on, but the way you figure it you'll be coming right back here anyway, so why waste time when your stomach's trying to gnaw its way out of you? With a sigh you crouch on the floor, getting as low as possible so you can minimize the chances of anyone seeing you peek out. You nearly jump up when your nipples meet the freezing floor and feel your nipples pucker. It's amazing they can get any harder than their natural state, really. It feels a lot like they're actually pulling the skin of your breast (yes breast, you think defiantly. My tits! Or where I'll have tits when I'm older and get implants. Big ones like porn stars have) towards them. It felt great, and you rubbed them even more on the floor, stopping short of grinding them. After awhile you remembered your mission, and rubbed your nipples a little to warm them back up, realizing as you did so that they were now filthy. Apparently this place didn't wash their floors much. Looking around you realized there were even some mouse traps on the floor. Yech.
"Is it safe?" you call out quietly.
Whatshisname, the guy you're going to blow, keeps it simple. "Yeah. Stay low."
And stay low you do, except for your butt, which seems to rise up of it's own accord, leaving it way up in the air while the rest of you pushes along the cold floor, filth from the tiles accumulating on your pointy nipples. Tiles? You look down, seeing the concrete of the backroom has given way to, yes, tiles. The only reason you even take notice is that going from one tile to another is like someone tweaking your nipples as they dip in and then out of the filth-filled grooves. For a moment you pause, moving back and forth to stimulate them, forgetting all about the dubious contents of the cracks.
Your pleasurable motions are interrupted by the clearing of a throat, and you remember that you're supposed to be sucking, or was it fucking, the guy at the counter. Reluctantly you move forward, though you keep your nipples pressed into the ground, smiling to yourself as you swing them through the cracks and along the chilly tiles.
"May I help you, sir?" the server says as you reach him, and you stare upward, about to ask him why he said that when another voice replies.
"I'd like four regular pancakes," a woman's voice says tiredly, and he nods, ringing it up. You're too panicked to hear the rest, and obsess over whether or not she might have seen you and where you could go. With no good options you stay pressed up against the counter beside the server, who reaches down and before your horrified eyes pulls out his cock, pointing it towards you. He tilts his pelvis towards you, pointing from his cock to your mouth.
