First of all, I would like to say hello to you. Welcome to my world. I hope that you find it to be at least little bit entertaining. Since I will be sharing my secret thoughts and lusts with you, I guess you might be a little curious about who I am...
Well, I’m Sherolyn, but most folks call me Lynn. It’s easier to remember, I guess. I grew up in a small town not too far from Atlanta, Georgia. I’m a twenty-five-year-old southern gal. I guess you could say that I’m kinda cute... 5'5"... kinda thick, but not fat.... I’ve been told that I have nice thighs and calves (but you get that when you been waiting tables for seven years).... I think I have a nice butt... looks pretty good in a nice skirt or some nice jeans. I’m working on my stomach, which is not as firm as it was a few years ago, but it’s not a bowl of goo either. As far as the breast area, My ex-boyfriend refers to my 36 C’s as “palm fillers”. Top all of that off with, some full lips, grey eyes and neck-length black hair upon caramel-ish skin and I think you come up with a pretty decent package altogether. I mean, I’m not some glamourous model, but I think I can catch an eye or two when I fix myself up...
Anyway, I’ve been working at this sports bar / restaurant called Joe’s for a little over four years now and I love it. It’s cool because I can work just a few nights a week and make enough money to pay my rent, bills and pay for schooling (I’m going to be a cosmetologist, but I also want to be a writer). And I still have a little money left over for a little something for myself every now and then.
But enough of that. I’m sure that you don’t want to know all of the details in my bio...
Where should I begin? I guess from as close to the beginning as I can get...
“Good evening fellas. What are we drinkin’ tonight?” I smiled at the four men who had become my favorite regulars.
“The usual for me, Lynn, ” said Jackson, a handsome white guy, tall, with a kinda football player’s build to him, dark haired & bronzed skin (whether real or tanning bed created, I’m not sure) with stunning green eyes. Has a thing for black chicks. Single... Bud Light...
“Same here,” chanted Dave. He was a very nice looking guy too. Black, but light skinned, very tall ( I would say about 6'5" or 6'6" easily), slim but toned. Had a thing for white chicks. Single... sort of. Bud Light also...
Now, James was a sexy creature. Not as tall as the other guys, but he held his own weight. Single. His nationality was a mystery to me though. Maybe Hawaiian or even of Asian descent. I’m not sure, but I would fuck him like a mad woman if given the chance....but just once. I think that I would turn him out though. I wouldn’t want him stalking me. “What can I get for you, JP?” I asked, calling him by his nickname.
“Rum and coke” came his response with a smile...
(I’d love to “rum” his “coke”)
Then I turned to Ken......
Kendrick Dall.... Six feet and two inches, 245 pounds of dark-eyed, broad-shouldered, delectable, cocoa-skinned magnificence...Like Jackson, he had the build of a football player, but something about Ken stood out more with me.
He always managed to put a smile on my face, even on my worst days. He knew that I was hoping to become a writer outside of my love for doing hair and he always had words of encouragement for me. Every so often he would flirt with me just to make me smile or laugh. And then there was this look that he could give me sometimes that could just melt me like butter and bring the kitty to life! However, unlike his buddies, he was married, so he was definitely off limits.....
DAMN! DAMN! DAMN!
“What can I get for you tonight, Ken?” I asked with a smile.
“I guess I’ll have a rum & coke, too,” he replied. “I think I want something to eat also,” he then said, gazing at our evening menu.
(I have something I’d LOVE for him to snack on.....)
“OK,” I said, though my mind was now elsewhere. “What can I get for you, hun?”
“I think I just want some of the Buffalo Wings with some blue cheese and ranch dressing on the side” he responded.
“That sounds good, man,” Jackson agreed before ordering his own. The rest of the guys followed suit, ordering appetizers of their own and I was then on my way to place the order on the nearby computer terminal.
After placing their orders, I checked on an order that I had already put in for another table. Tonight looked like it was going to be a busy night and I was glad. With my car in the shop, I didn’t want to spend too much money on cab fare. I had thought about asking my friend Courtney for a ride, but I’d rather spend twenty dollars on a cab than listen to her talk about her boyfriend for the whole ride home.
After delivering some food to one of my tables, I took my ‘favorite four’ their drinks. “Here you go, guys,” I said as I passed out the drinks. “I will have your appetizers out in a few minutes okay.”
“No rush,” Ken said with a smile. “Take your time, sweetheart.”
“Yes, Daddy,” I flirted in return with a wink. I enjoyed it when I had the opportunity to flirt with my patrons. It made the nights go by faster when I could enjoy myself. But it was an even bigger bonus when I had the pleasure of toying with Ken. As I sauntered away, I wondered if he or any of his friends were looking at my ass. I threw a little extra swing in my hips just in case.
“How are your tables looking?”
I looked up as Courtney approached me. “They are lookin’ good right now,” I answered as I approached the terminal to total up a check.
“Great!” Courtney said. “Come sit with me for a minute. I need a break.”
“Let me take this ticket to this table and I will meet you out back,” I told her as I watched the ticket print from the printing machine.
“Cool,” she said. “I do a quick run on my tables and see you in a minute.”
As I went to deliver the check to my guests, I hoped that Courtney wouldn’t rant and rave about her boyfriend, Douglas...
BUT I SHOULD HAVE KNOWN BETTER....
“We broke up,” she began just before taking a puff of her cigarette.
“What?” I said in surprise. “What happened and make it quick. We have tables to get back to.”