Coastal Waiters Diner along the scenic Atlantic coast.
Table five used to be Midnight Amador's station. While employed here that is! How ironic that even today she inhabited her post. At first ordered to kneel to the front of the table on the floor, temporary master William Gullivant chose instead to have Midnight and her Santee slave sister Lillian Dawn Bearpaw stretch out as if napping.
Co-master a young man named Lucas Porcupine followed Will's lead trying to be equally in charge but was more in tune with joking about it. Meanwhile, the diner packed to capacity the patrons to everyone's surprise were cooperative and finding it rather amusing, thrilling even. Everyone it seemed but the owner of the diner Olan Kerrick.
"This can't be happening." Olan was restrained by his ofttimes booty call Lynette Brewer. "Why are people throwing money on the ladies as if stripper tips? This violates the health code Lyn. I'll be closed down. One complaint and I'm going to be fined out the ass."
"Just relax Baby. You know Nick won't let that happen to you. Maybe you should have taken his offer up to buy this place. You could retire and put a ring on it." She wiggled her wedding finger at him.
"Not the time Lyn." He frowned at her batting lashes. "Christ! Now who is this coming in? Caprice Comstock looked like she had seen a ghost. Is everyone going BDSM these days? That gal has more skin showing than she's covered in leather."
Oddly, Olan swallowed along with dealing with a sweaty body. Thoughts on the magnificent black Goddess walking in from a black van parked near William's brand-spanking new truck were pure lust. While yes, Olan was a business bully, he did enjoy a strip club now and again. This woman had control, however. He could tell she was not any slave. "Trix up her sleeve." He mumbled. Lynette pouted slightly sensing an attraction. Eyes lowering to his crotch it was confirmed. Story of her life.
A number of patrons left their seats to flutter dollar bills over Dawn and Midnight as if making them a padded bed. William thanked each and every one, thinking he was striking it rich today until Lucas chuckled. "Caprice is getting a big tip." Fuck you Porcupine! The boy was right, Nick would leave the cash behind for CC for tolerating him. Made sense! There went his gas money.
"Cute puppies you have there." A business suit type on the road aimed for Georgia chuckled, kneeling next to Midnight, his favorite of the two sprawled out beauties. "Nice puppy!" Patting her head, she took it upon herself to lick his knuckle and seal it with a puckered kiss before whimpering and moving to her hands and knees doggystyle and wagging her perfect behind. "That is one gorgeous tail." He winked at Will.
"She's begging for table scraps, and we haven't even ordered yet. You mind giving her a treat?"
"Seriously?" The well-groomed 30-something smirked and shrugged, "Why not!" Fingers on his left hand introduced themselves to her vulva. Fingering her Midnight moaned and intentionally pushed back into his ascension. "I don't think I've ever felt a gal this wet so quickly. Compliments to the owner."
"The real owner had pressing business. I'm just the dog walker."
"I AM ARES!" Lucas growled at the man, Lillian Dawn hiding her desire to laugh for fear of punishment. This serving Lucas was cute at best, if she were allowed humiliation then yes, she would be a mess right now. She had known the boy for years and at points ridiculed him until her grandparents albeit adopted him when his parents were killed in a fire that he unintentionally started but escaped from.
"Hey there Ares." The man grinned at the boy picking up on his physical handicap. Still, a charming fellow it seemed. "You can pet Diana, too." Lucas motioned Dawn to move into position directly next to Midnight. Chuckling at his luck the man slipped fingers into Dawn's cunt for an added bonus. That was enough for Olan Kerrick.
"I'll have to ask you to please refrain from encouraging them. Return to your table Sir."
With Caprice leading the leather clad Nubian Goddess indoors the man chose to end his fun. Olan offering him napkins to wipe his saturated fingers the man shook his head no in response. Instead, he fed the girls his fingertips, Midnight's taste to Dawn, Dawn's delectable taint toward Midnight. "There's their treat." He nodded at William. "Made my day fellas."
Retrieving his hands, the man stood up and turned to face the giant Olan towering over him. Reaching into his jacket pocket he produced a wallet and waved it beneath Olan's nose. "Here! Let me ease your pain some." Digging into the wallet he peeled out two grand in big bills. "This should keep the show going for a while longer. By the way, I happen to know bigwigs in the FSIS. I'll make a call to keep their sniffing out of this. My card!"
Taking the money Olan accepted the man's card and looked at it. "Milton Pozner! FDA! Why would you entice this?"
"We're not all assholes." He regretted not fingering Midnight's anus. Gnashing his teeth, he opted to head back to his table. Lynette followed him to ensure things were kosher once she swiped one of the big bills from Olan for herself. Milton was Jewish after all!
"Deep breath Olan!" Waitress Naomi Walker stepped up with Caprice and Opal Savage. "It gets better Big Daddy."
"What now?" He turned in step to face a certain Tigress. "Who the hell are you?"
"Evidently the local meal on wheels."
"This is Opal. She works for Nick." CC sighed! "I know this is bonkers Olan but just let it play out. You know Nick won't budge on this."
"He doesn't own this place. I do!" Beside him Naomi pondered Nick's offer to buy the diner at any cost and give it to she and her fiancée Dalton as a wedding present. She knew these same shenanigans would happen under her ownership. That, like Olan's reactions haunted her. It was breaking laws. But again, Sheriff Dolan Roster was allowing it, which also meant the city council. Did Nick have that much clout? It hadn't occurred to her until now. Even the FDA guy over there in booth ten was appearing supportive. Interesting!
"So, Sanchez owns you too?"
"As much as he might want to no." Opal smirked! "I'm my own kind of wild."
"Nice outfit!" Olan sized up her leather, her glossy brown flesh highlighted thanks to an unexpected show using a chemical that removed hair for good and glossed the body up as if smothered in baby oil. Thankfully, she didn't wash her face with it, or her brows and eyelashes would be missing. Close call! She might have shot at Nick for that if it had. To be honest, she was digging the shiny.
"Nick sent me with their breakfast." She lifted two salad bowls with names written on them in black Sharpie. Dorei for Midnight, Esclava for Dawn. In her other hand was a covered iced tea pitcher containing slop from Nick's menu, mixed from a blender at his borrowed beach house.
"Why isn't he here doing this?"
"Problems at the Shoals." CC having had taken Will and Lucas' order stepped in to whisper. "The girls here fell into a crypt beneath his house. They found a dead body down there with no casket. FBI and all that are keeping Nick busy."
"He put the body there?" He let CC and Opal lead him away from the paying customers, Naomi dealing with her own tables. As she turned her order in Dreyfus the cook for today shook his head knowing how high Olan's blood pressure probably was. Overweight and extra tall it was impossible to keep low. Opal overhearing prepped the food bowls, dropping a large duffle onto the floor at her knee-high boots.
"Of course not. He called the authorities in with Dolan. This is just procedure. He's going by the book."
"First time for everything. Can you believe how much money is lying on that floor with the ladies?"
