*Author's Note: Any and all persons engaging in any sexual activity are at least eighteen years of age.
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Chapter 1
"I seen you, oh God, where was that?" the hostess of the Casa Ole restaurant said to Bobby Elswell as he and his sister Valerie Elswell waited to be seated.
"The Prejean Hour," Valerie suggested.
"Yeah, yeah, that's it!" the girl said, excited to be speaking with a celebrity. "You was, oh God, what was it?"
"I'm the owner slash operator of Parasols magazine," Bobby said and pulled out a business card and offered it to the attractive girl.
The hostess recoiled, as if taking the offered card would somehow taint her.
"No shit?" a man behind them said.
Bobby turned and smiled at the older man.
"No shit," he said and offered the man the card.
"Damn, man, what's it like, huh?" the man asked, quickly taking the card before Bobby could change his mind, and before his wife could snatch the card away. "I Mean, being around all those gorgeous women all the time?"
"You tell me; you're standing right next to one," Bobby smiled and the man's wife gave Bobby a grudging smile.
The hostess saw a table finally ready for seating and led Bobby and Valerie to the table.
"Monique will be your server," she said, thrusting the menus at them, trying to beat a hasty retreat.
"You tell me; you're standing right next to one," Valerie imitated her brother's voice, teasing him.
Bobby smiled at his older sister and softly kicked her leg under the table.
"Ola," a chubby girl smiled as she put down a bowl of corn chips and a small bowl of salsa. "Get you
Something to drink?"
"Margarita, frozen, no salt," Valerie ordered.
"Agua, please," Bobby said. "I'm driving."
"We got a twelve ounce, a sixteen..." Monique said.
"Twenty ounce, thought I said that," Valerie said.
"No, you said 'no salt,' not how big," Bobby corrected.
While they waited for Monique to return with Valerie's drink, both brother and sister swept an eye around the restaurant. The dinner rush was dying down; it was already eight thirty on a Wednesday evening.
Valerie was an attractive brunette, twenty six years of age. Her long brown hair hung down in waves, framing her square face perfectly. Her brown eyes danced with merriment, a little mischief as she saw a couple of teenaged boys, obviously out on a double date with two girls.
The girls were busily texting, ignoring the two boys.
The five foot six inch woman waited until she was sure she had the boys' attention and spread her legs, raising the hem of her short pleated skirt. Both young men gawked as they saw a neatly trimmed triangle of brown fur and slightly moist pussy lips. She licked her red lips
Suggestively, then put a red manicured nail to her mouth and smiled.
"Stop that," Bobby smiled. "You keep showing it for free, they'll never buy the magazine."
She dropped the hem when Monique put her drink down. She made sure, though, to lean forward, showing her thirty five D breasts, capped with light brown nipples to the boys, and now their agitated dates as she took a big gulp of her drink.
"You know what you want?" Monique asked.
"Number five, beef, please," Bobby said.
"Number seventeen, chicken, please," Valerie said.
"Twins," Bobby said as Monique walked away.
"Huh?" Valerie said, looking around.
"We've never had any twins," Bobby said.
"Oh yeah," Valerie said, looking at the twin brunettes that were scraping the last of their meals into their mouths while their bored looking dates. Both men had already finished their meals and were just waiting for the twins to hurry up.
"Be right back," Valerie said and grabbed her purse.
"Hi, I'm Valerie Elswell," she said as she approached the table.
"There be anything else?" Stephanie Hebert asked as she held the table's check in her hand.
"Hey, Stephanie, how you doing?" Valerie asked the twenty year old waitress and May issue's cover girl.
"God, you don't want to know," Stephanie forced a smile to her face.
"Actually, yes I do," Valerie said and pushed a business card into Stephanie's hand. "Cell's on the back. Please, give me a call. I'm serious."
Then she turned her attention to the two girls at the table.
The girls didn't promise anything, but Valerie, as Editor In Chief of Parasols magazine, could read the interest in their eyes. As she sauntered back to their table, her
Eyes constantly looking for any other attractive female or male candidates.
"Food's here," Bobby said needlessly.
"Really? Is that what that is?" Valerie said sarcastically.
"I don't know why I even tolerate you," Bobby said.
"Yeah you do," she smiled as she playfully stepped on his foot. "I'm the best Editor in chief you've Ever had, I'm the finest piece of ass your magazine's ever seen, and I'm your big sister and I'll beat you up if you're not nice to me."
The friendly little wave one of the twins gave to Valerie as they left the restaurant told Valerie that they'd be hearing from the attractive girls.
In the queue behind the swinging doors, Monique looked over at Stephanie. For some reason, the woman at table five had gone over to table eleven and had given Stephanie a Card.
True, Stephanie was pretty, with nice, round breasts and tight looking backside, long brown hair and night brown, almost golden eyes. She had a smile that seemed nasty, seductive. Even Billy, the manager seemed to favor Stephanie, even though most of the other waitresses had been working at Casa Ole longer.
"Why that lady give you her card?" Monique finally demanded.
"Huh? Oh, Valerie?" Stephanie asked as she waited for her two shrimp tostadas to be prepared.
Stephanie thought quickly. She had posed for Parasols magazine, posed with her belly sticking out at eight months pregnant.
Valerie had offered Stephanie a thousand dollars for the four hour photo shoot, and because Stephanie had been the cover girl, she'd been given another thousand dollars.
At the time, that two thousand dollars had been a very welcome windfall. Her roommate and former best friend was getting married and moving out, Stephanie's mother had let Stephanie know, under no circumstances, was she moving back home, pregnant or not, and her manager at Super One Foods had reduced her hours to under twenty hours a week. Pulling twelve to seventeen hours a week, Stephanie wasn't even eligible for insurance.
"What the fuck, Patrick?" Stephanie had screeched at Patrick Gernaud, the manager of Super One Foods grocery store when he cut her hours to just seven hours for the week.
"Hey, sorry," the man smirked.
He'd asked Stephanie out several times, even offered her a place to stay when he'd heard about her roommate, Wanda Eckles moving out.
Stephanie had let the forty seven year old, five foot five, three hundred and twelve pound balding man know that she had no interest in sleeping with him. When her belly began to stick out, he redoubled his efforts to entice, ensnare the unmarried, pregnant beauty.
Failing that, Patrick decided he'd make Stephanie desperate, or make her quit. Stephanie had opted to quit.
But now, standing at the queue, Stephanie had no desire to let the obviously jealous Monique know, or let any of the numerous male coworkers that constantly berated, harassed her know that she had posed nude for a magazine.
"She was my next door neighbor, real sweet woman," Stephanie said. "Hadn't seen her in a while; she didn't even know I was working here."
"Oh," Monique said, having no way to verify or deny Stephanie's claim.
Stephanie grabbed her shrimp tostadas and swept the floor with her eyes before proceeding.
Yesterday, a couple in Denise's section had let their three year old boy run wild through the restaurant, making no effort to control the child. The four waitresses had complained to Billy Theriot, but the spineless manager had not gone to speak to the parents. Stephanie had a tray laden down with four plates when the ill-behaved child plowed right into her. Of course, the child cried, the food went everywhere, and the parents threatened to sue Casa Ole, the manager, Stephanie.
"Ma'am?" a well-dressed young man had said, getting to his feet and helping the still stunned Stephanie to her feet. "If these ill-behaved parents, who obviously have no sense and shouldn't be allowed out in public even think about suing you, give me a call, huh?"
The man pressed his business card into Stephanie's hand and sneered at the parents.
"My companion has the entire thing on her cell phone and I will be requesting a copy of the restaurant's security camera footage," he sneered. "Your child is your responsibility, not ours."
So Stephanie made sure to look before proceeding with the tray.
"And here we go; anything else?" she cheerfully said as she put the plates down.
She hated the red, white and black uniform blouse she was forced to wear; it billowed open, showing off her thirty six C lacy bra. She especially hated the very short black skirt and the high heels she had to wear. She could feel the skirt ride up, exposing the backs of her thighs. Another two inches and the table behind her would see the crotch of her black thong.
"I asked for another water five minutes ago," the woman snapped.
"I do apologize; I'll get that right now," Stephanie said.
She knew the woman had not asked for water when she'd passed by their table five minutes earlier. But she also knew that arguing with the customer was a sure way to lose the tip. Tips made up the bulk of her pay and with a three month old baby girl at home, Stephanie needed
Every single penny she could get.
She'd asked her mother for help, Asked her mother if she'd baby-sit every now and then while she worked.
"Oh no, you made this bed? You lie in it," her mother had cheerfully said. "You're the one Decided get yourself knocked up? You're the one decided not to get an abortion? You deal with it."
Stephanie's feet ached, her back ached, and her head ached. And this bitch was snapping at her that she'd
Asked for water five minutes ago, when Stephanie knew the woman had not asked for water.
But Kristina Marie Hebert needed formula, and diapers and a roof over her head. Just thinking about the roly-poly little brown haired, brown eyed girl, with her wide toothless smile made Stephanie smile, so she went and got the woman some water.
"There we are; anything else?" Stephanie asked.
