Ch 3 Best day of my life. The waitress.
Three months ago I turned twenty one, finally I could be a team member, that's what they call the waitresses. Wore copies of all the cheer leader uniforms from the sports teams, no logos, but you could tell your favorite team. Even the seating hostess wore the skimpy outfits, I had been a hostess for six months.
CheersLeaders Bar & Grill is the place where everybody goes to get laid, meat market whatever you want to call it. Large u-shaped wooden bar, good selection of high tops blending down to tables and booths all around the perimeter. Woman's rest room on one side, they call it the 'Ready Room'. Men's is called the 'Locker Room' on the other side, that's where they put the new unisex restroom, dam regulations. Named it 'The Referee lounge'! Anyway the food is good. Keeps over twenty team members hopping on the Friday happy hour.
Holly, bless her heart, has been racking up the tips, her uniforms are just a little to big for her most of the time, she has developed the 'Nip Slip' into a fine art. Very handsome man is giving her a generous reward, she gave me the thumbs up escorting him to a booth in my section. She knows I need a sugar daddy if I am ever going to finish my marketing degree.
Is he some sort of male model? The stubble on his face looks like it is out of GQ magazine, piercing blue eyes scanning the room. The sluts are looking, the men are jealous of the rival, "See anything your want?" 'Look down you bastard! my thighs have goose bumps from the beard already!'
Unveil my hooters behind the menu so he can order, don't know if he is trying to be a gentleman and not google my tits or do those two cunts have something I don't have? He noticed my wry smile, every woman in here will go to the bathroom sooner or later. Didn't ever look at the menu, someone caught his eye, Gin & Tonics, mozzarella sticks, got it.
"Get you right up." That got his attention, "Cheese sticks I meant.." Put his napkin in his lap blocking my view, twinkle in his eyes. Jesus! My uniform will be indecent, I need to put in an absorbent pad!
Saw his intent stare bringing over his appetizer, then a smile as I set the cheese sticks. "Take your time ordering dinner." First time he has really looked me over, "My shift ends with happy hour..." In a bit over an hour. Hope he can read my mind, 'Fuck my brains out!', Looks at his fancy watch, then his eyes went to my crotch, no more camel toe, licks his lips, biting the tip from the cheese stick.
Fuck yay! I got him, his glaze at my stomach, my boobs, my smiling face, what the fuck is he pointing at? "That woman at the bar." All the servers have been talking about her, refusing the men who have tried buying her drinks, wide sideways step so he was pointing at my pussy, almost touching.
"That woman has been rejecting every man in here." My life is ruined! Fucking bastard wants the ice queen.
"Then I want you to go ask her if she will allow a gentleman to buy her a drink." Fucking bastard! Boiling, I would get fired if I said what's on my mind, before I could choose my words carefully he slipped a bill down the front of my panties. Pushed it way down, sent tingles up and down my spine, turned and hustled to take care of the other customers.
Almost dropped two trays my mind is a turmoil. His eyes track my every move, the way he nibbles on the cheese stick is driving me insane! "Fuck off loser!" Ice queen shot another one down in flames.
Fuck she is gorgeous, "Ma'am, that gentleman wants to buy you a drink." My hand pointing with a shaky finger, is the raging bitch going to take it out on me?
"I've been watching you," her voice flows with honey. Leans closer, "He's a handsome man," her eyes are drawn to my lips, (they call me hot lips behind my back.) "I want you.." leans ever closer, "My lips on yours.." switches to my other ear, "My lips on your breasts.." Undid a button on her black blouse, "My tongue deep in your pussy.." Down blouse her tits are perfectly formed, no bra, "Ever have your ass licked? I'll do that too.." Fuck, fuck, fuck! I've got to stand back, it would be worth getting fired to touch her breasts, what the hell is the matter with me?
"You ok honey?" Carmella is a fifties something slut, claims to have had thirty one virgin boys, a regular and always happy to lend a shoulder. Her companion pretends to be her daughter, picks up the young studs then they have to fuck mother before the daughter.
"He wants her and she wants me." I whispered in her ear.
Carmella thought that over for a second, "He's staring at you.." Get your shit together girl, I still have a chance, I love sucking cock.
Two drink orders then I'm on my way, feel her eyes on me, "Ready to order me sir?" Happy hour is over soon so I just brought some new drinks. Bent down low setting the glasses on the table, "You're on the wrong team," Voice even lower, "I've never been with a woman.." That'll get him, his smirk turned to me. Why do people put money in that machine? It will play random songs for free. Nobody can keep their eyes off of her walking over, turned away let him stew on the bad news.
"Fucking amazing!" Carmella's wingman is pointing with her eyes. Ice queen is waving me over, fuckin' hell! She's sitting in his booth!
"May I get your guest..anything she wants." Another menu and a coaster quickly placed in front of her, he can't keep his eyes off her cleavage.
"My wife.." Jesus fucking Christ I'm going to pass out! Crinkle in her blue eyes on my tits that are poking out like some cartoon character, ordering for her, he owns her. His eyes have the same focus, don't you dare take your eyes from my boobs!
Asked Lindy, (fucking coward wants me to apply at the strip club with her, needs the money for her drug habit) to deliver the meals. Ignoring them while I closed out the rest of my open tabs.
Carmella usually sits close to our bar station, she's so much fun, her real daughter is the floor manager tonight. Laughs it off when we ask her if she owns the place. Jenny, Suzy, Lucy, Holly sneaking an illegal drink, Lindy frowning at me the jealous bitch, "He's waving at you.."
"More butter please.." She's crazy! Plates are ready for the bus boy.
Four cups on the plate, she only takes three, has the handful at her side. "When our song comes up meet me in the stall with the panties hung drying on the top." She stands nearly knocking me on my ass when our nipples touch, it's electric.
"You're my last table sir, will you be having desert?" Crowd was dwindling, mostly a bar crowd now.
"Two martini's or three if you are allowed and the check.." Dropped two hundred dollar bills on the table.
Entered the drink order into the system, handed the cash to my favorite bartender, flashed her three fingers asking for my normal end of shift shot. Rushed to our changing room. Never changed so fast, skipped my panties and my bra.
Bless her heart, has the tray with his change ready with a mix of bills, smaller bills would be a very good tip. Two martinis and three shots of tequila for me not on the bill. His rump turning the corner to the 'Ready Room' as I approached.
Wonder how those bus boys survive with all this going on around them? Big smile and I was able to pass off the drink tray too. Half of the golden liquid and a lime, savor the burn. Sip the rest, calms my stomach with all the nervous twists and turns. Damn this song keeps going and going.
My guts do a flip flop when I notice my favorite bartender staring at me, she's been wanting to show me the girls way for ages, gloss my lips with a lime. Team member taps her on the shoulder breaking her daze, love to tease her now it must be torture that she will not be my first woman. Drop the second shot with a vengeance, promised her she would be the one if I ever switched teams.
Tucking his shirt in nonchalantly like he was exiting the boys room. More than one set of peepers, some in disgust, some with longing. Lots of snickers and the dumb jocks at that table are clapping. Slid in not leaving room for his wife, pushes her martini to my side, slides the tip tray next to my full shot of tequila. My bartender had laughed at the amount: Sixty nine dollars and seventy seven cents. Giggled at the old jokes, "All of it?"
"All of it.." Hush fell over the room, we were in a spotlight, some of the men she had shot down having a jaw dropping moment. Shirt buttoned crooked, one luscious tit about to fall out, shirt tail hanging. Skirt wrinkled halfway up her long defined legs. Standing over me with mean, mean pride.
"Lucky bitches.." Dora was bragging earlier she had an audition next week in California, porn studio called 'Petit girls railed'. Three dumb jocks are in for the night of their lives.
Slipping onto the bench her skirt rose even higher, kept sliding until our hips touched, arm over my shoulder. Marvelous erect nipple that only I can see, "Do we have any tequila at home?" Never took her eyes away from my lips, "She may need it.." Plucking the olive from her drink, rolling her tongue around it, twist and twirl, balances it between her teeth, gentle pressure and the pimento in the center dropped in her cleavage.
Deep baritone voice doesn't make any sense, her commanding voice, words have no meaning. "I want you." Imagining her lips on my clit made my pussy gush. Fucking bitch turned her head! Side of her head infuriated me, snapped at her, "I need you to eat my pussy, you promised!" I was unbuttoning my jeans.
"Settle down girls..Our toast!" His bark was loud and clear, buzzing in my head, slammed my drink and stuffed two pieces of lime in my mouth so I wouldn't say anything else stupid. Oh My God! That's what they say in the porn movies isn't it? Passing the lime back and forth, our tongues battling and surrendering. Palm on my breast made the other one ache even more. Aroma wafting up from her skirt...I had to feel it..plunged two fingers where I felt the wetness..
"Is there going to be a problem here?" Dream is over! The I'm fired voice, end of the world. Is he smiling because his wife is sitting straight, attempting to button her shirt? Blushing like a little school girl! "You know the rules..don't come in tomorrow." It was the best day for tips, "Lindy will cover your shift." The other waitresses were acting like they weren't listening but they were.
Floor manager stepped back with the right this way wave, turned and slowly wandered to the hostess station. Buttery fingers glossed my lips, "Fucking bitch." I said to my self, Lindy had taken the day off so she could get ready for her audition at the strip club. She was going to pick me up when my shift ended tomorrow. "I think my boss wants us to leave."
"Ladies first.." Standing there, he's got a huge cock running down his pant leg. That's gotta hurt! She polished off both martinis, whispered in my ear, "Now the party starts.."
