Sometimes I really questioned my sanity in taking a part time job whilst at college. Whilst my friends were out partying, getting drunk and getting laid here I was serving over priced French cuisine to middle age couples who seem to spend their entire evening pretentiously professing about how wonderful their lives were. Sure the money was decent but was this really how I expected to spend what were supposed to be the best years of my life? The job would be much more enjoyable if there were hundreds of young, dark haired, impressionable single men coming in to eat but as I hazily scanned around the restaurant, I realised that that was a dream far too good to ever come true.
In truth this job only really became a drain when I split with my boyfriend. It wasn't that Darren was an amazing lover or anything, but all of a sudden I became far more aware of the fun my friends were having fun in the evenings whilst I was serving wine and putting out cutlery. Not to mention the fact that my levels of horniness were going through the roof. I couldn't remember the last time I hadn't been frantically playing with myself as I tried to fall asleep. All of a sudden it seemed far more appealing to actually go out and meet people my own age and you never know, have someone get me off for a change!
Anyway back to the present, I was working my usual shift at the front of the restaurant on a particularly busy Wednesday night. Nothing untoward had happened and I was slowly counting down the minutes until I could leave, just like any other night. Right now I'd do pretty much anything to be out of this crappy uniform. The black t-shirt and slacks I'd worn for every goddam shift felt like such a weight round my shoulders at the moment. God the second hand on that clock seemed to move so slowly when you were desperate to leave.
"Err excuse me we'd like a table for two please?"
Shit I thought to myself, I've been daydreaming again. I snapped out of my trance and looked up to see I was being confronted by a well-dressed couple, I guessed they must be in their late twenties or early thirties although I couldn't be sure.
"Oh I'm so sorry," I replied, desperately trying to regain my composure, running my hands through my shoulder length brunette hair. "Please follow me."
"We'd like the wine list as well please," the male half of the couple said as I sat them down at a table and handed them menus. Straight away I was struck by the calm yet assured confidence his voice exuded. You just knew he was in control of the situation without him having to show it.
It only really hit me after watching them from afar, whilst pouring drinks for another table, just how good looking the pair were. The man's olive skin had a real Mediterranean feel to it whilst his well-groomed stubble really enhanced his masculinity without being overbearing or hiding his nicely chiselled facial features. The shirt and jacket he wore suggested a well-defined upper body beneath. I imagined it to be naturally muscular without being overly bulky, just how I liked it.
Meanwhile his wife (I assumed they were married) had a natural beauty that I could only dream of. Don't get me wrong I don't consider myself to be unattractive and I'm happy with the amount of attention I get from guys, but sometimes one has to accept they are beaten! And there was no question I was here! She was not overly made up, but wore just enough make up to enhance her elegance perfectly. Her face was nicely framed by her long golden hair, flowing to just beneath her neckline with plenty of volume whilst her green eyes appeared to sparkle and shimmer in the dimly lit restaurant, such was their energy. The dress she had chosen for the evening, light blue in colour, fitted so immaculately that it seemed she must have been poured into it. It was not so short and tight that it could be called slutty, but it stilled showed off plenty of her fantastic legs whilst accentuating her gorgeous hour glass figure.
Like I said I've never considered myself unattractive. I work pretty hard to keep myself in decent shape and although my boobs are a little on the small side, on the whole I've always been really pleased with my body. Facially I may not be model material, but with the right amount of makeup I've always thought I scrub up quite well, especially when I can highlight my large dark eyes.
I continued to serve the couple for the rest of the evening, whilst also trying to steal admiring glances at them whenever I thought I could get away with it. Their conversation seemed to flow with an energy and good feeling that made me assume they must be celebrating something, an anniversary or a birthday perhaps. Each time I went over to refill their wine glasses the man would flash me a knowing smile, almost as if he had noticed me ogling him and his wife.
It was getting late in the evening and most of the restaurant was now empty. The couple were now the only customers left and most of the other staff was now set about cleaning the place up for the next day.
"I'm terribly sorry," the man said as I handed him one of those wireless credit card machines that were customary everywhere now. "I haven't got any cash on me to tip you. Perhaps you'd like to join us for a glass of wine instead?"
Now how could I possibly turn down an offer like this? Students like me were always complaining about how expensive booze was these days and offers of a free drink didn't come around very often. Plus it would mean I could get out of cleaning duties for the night.
"I'd be delighted to sir," I said smiling politely.
"Well how could she possibly resist?" his wife said flashing a wry smile. "The way she's been staring at us all evening!"
My face began to turn a deep shade of red. My perving skills obviously weren't up to scratch!
"Now dear there's no need to scare her off like that," the man responded calmly whilst returning her smile. "John," he continued holding out his hand. "It's a pleasure to meet you."
"Natalie," I replied accepting his handshake. His hand completely enveloped my own, with his grip being firm and confident without being totally overbearing and forceful.
"And this is my wife Emma," he continued. She confidently offered her hand to me as well, showing off a dazzling wedding ring before I pulled up an extra chair at their table.
"Here give this a try," John said to me as he poured me a glass. "It's from Pédesclaux near Bordeaux. Has a very fine taste."
I nervously sipped away at the glass. I wasn't used to this sort of fine wine and dining. When I went out with my friends it was very pedal to the metal stuff, knocking back drink after drink without a care in the world. The concept of sitting back and analysing the tastes and textures of a vintage red was completely alien to me.
"I'm sorry I didn't mean to pressure you," said John. "I didn't even ask if you were old enough to drink.
"No need to apologize," I replied as I took another sip of the wine. "I'm almost nineteen."
"Wow well you certainly could have fooled me. I would have had you down as a couple of years younger!"
"Well I have my ID checked at pretty much every bar I go to so you wouldn't be the first!" He certainly wasn't. I was pretty short, not much more than five foot three and my general petiteness had fooled plenty of people into thinking I was younger than I was, even when I wore a decent pair of heels.
"Trust me you won't be complaining about that in a few years time," said Emma. "You'll see it as a compliment then!" We all laughed at this comment and it broke the ice nicely.
"So you must be at college then," said John continuing the conversation. "What do you study?"
"That's right. I study history."
"Oh really that's fascinating," John replied as I sensed him edging his chair closer towards more. "Such a broad and diverse subject."
"Oh stop it John we all know college is all about partying not studying!" exclaimed Emma. "If my time at college was anything to go by anyway!"
For a while John and I chatted about different periods of history, particularly European. It turned out John had travelled much Europe with his company and had a particular interest in the subject. All the while I couldn't help but notice the way both of them seemed to be eyeing me up, looking me up and down like a piece of meat before giving each other a knowing smile, almost as if they had something in mind.
"So you I guess you work here to give yourself a little bit of extra cash during term time?" asked John.
"That's right," I replied. "Although I feel as if right now it's eating up too much of my time."
"Ha well we can't say we didn't notice. You didn't look particularly enthralled when we met you at the front door!"
All I could do was look down into my wine glass. I Knew I'd been caught out.
"Don't worry Natalie we were all the same when we had part time jobs in college," replied John calmly. "We do have a proposition for you though."
"What do you mean?"
"We'll be straight with you Natalie," he continued as once again I could sense him edging closer to me. "We think you're articulate, interesting and intelligent. And we'd like to offer you an employment opportunity."
"Don't look so nervous dear," Emma said reassuringly. "It's nothing serious."
"Not at all," continued John. "Let me explain our situation. We both work pretty long hours in the city during the week and don't spend much time at home. What we are looking for is someone to work for us as a housekeeper of sorts. Not to live there all the time but just to help us keep the place clean and tidy as we don't have much time."
"Nothing serious or anything like that," said Emma. "Just something to help us out."
"Absolutely," said John. "Although if you did do something wrong we'd have to punish you!"
This comment took me completely by surprise.
"Yea I'd have to bend you over my lap and give you a good spanking!" said Emma grinning devilishly.
"Relax Natalie," laughed John. "We're just messing with you. Unless you'd like that of course!" He and Emma both grinned at each other. "But seriously what do you think?"
"Well I don't know really," I said finishing my wine. "We've only just met really haven't we?"
"We know it's forward," said Emma leaning in towards me. "But we'd really like you to consider it." As she said this her eyes locked into mine and for a split second it felt like there was a connection between us. It was like she was looking deep into my soul and I felt a tingle resonate in my spine and pass through my entire body. I had never been sexually attracted to women but right now I was intoxicated by her.
"I'll tell you what," said John. "Why don't you come back to our place now? We can show you around and you can see if you like the feel of it and we can talk some more." The calm confidence of his voice certainly made me feel reassured.
"If you don't like it we'll call you a cab straight away," Emma said. "Besides it isn't safe for a young lady such as yourself to walk home alone at this time."
Normally I wouldn't have accepted an invitation back to the home of someone I had only just met. On this occasion though a combination of alcohol and John and Emma's confident persona made me feel unnaturally at ease around them. Soon we had taken a short taxi ride back to their house in a leafy suburb on the edge of town.
"This is another French red, from the Rhône Valley if I'm not mistaken," announced John as he brought another bottle into the spacious living room. I must admit at this stage the wine was starting to have an effect on me. Normally I don't have too much trouble handling my drink but I'm not a massive wine drinker and I could really feel it start to take its toll.
"So what do you think of our place?" asked Emma sitting beside me on the large cream leather sofa.
"Oh it's really nice," I replied, trying to play it cool. In fact this would be a considerable understatement. Whatever John and Emma did for a living obviously paid very well, judging by the size of their enormous TV anyway.
