No one under eighteen in sexual situations This is fiction. Any resemblance of characters to anyone living or dead is purely coincidental. Be kind in your comments or at least civil. It's just a story.
More Than Just a Waitress
My wife Trudy and I were fighting. Truthfully, I don't remember what the fuck we were arguing about, but we got to the restaurant quite late, like 9:45, and the kitchen was closing in fifteen minutes. We were seated immediately by a very busty and beautiful young brunette. She was very nice to us, but you could see that she had been crying.
She explained that the kitchen was closing so we needed to order right away, or the cook was gone. We asked about two steaks as they don't take a long time to cook. Two salads, two New York strip steaks and mashed potatoes with some butter and sour cream. All done right away in fifteen minutes, perfect medium rare.
I asked to see the cook. He came out looking upset, but I didn't waste time, I just handed him a twenty for him being so nice. That put a smile on his face! We ate kinda in a hurry and we settled up with the sexy waitress right away. I gave her two twenties over and above her tip for her excellent service.
We finished up and we were walking out and we saw our beautiful waitress sitting next to her suitcase weeping. Her name was Jessica. My name is Barry, but everyone just calls me Bull, probably because of my size. I am not sure if my muscles are a blessing or a curse. Most of the men in my family die at a fairly young age, unfortunately including my wonderful father. We are prone to heart disease, at least all the guys anyway. We get the big one at an early age. My family had therefore made me work out with tons of cardio three times a week to try to forestall the heart attack so prevalent in our clan. When my wife was made aware of my sad medical issues, she agreed wholeheartedly with the family and tried to get me to eat more vegetables and fish. I have tried to adhere to this heart healthy diet as much as I can. This has become a way of life for me, hopefully helping my heart health. I love to work out, it clears my head and makes me feel better. I'm learning to enjoy my vegetables, but they are an acquired taste. Hopefully, I don't have to die quickly like my paternal forebears. If nothing else, I am in phenomenal shape.
I had a wonderful Mom, Grandma and Great-grandma, but I was the male head of the household at thirty years old. That included being the head of the multinational company that provided my family with their very good income. It sounds wonderful but the amount of work that falls to me is sometimes staggering. At what point do you own the job, and at what point does the job own YOU? So I gripe and grumble. But I make sure everything is accomplished.
"What's the matter Jessica? Why are you sitting here?" I asked the crying waitress. Her face was dejected and full of tears and pain. She looked totally defeated.
"I have nowhere else to go. My bastard ex fiancé ran off with my best friend. I am a college student, and well...this waitress gig is really not enough to live on. It was his apartment. After the affair, he kicked me out. I was pregnant with his baby and... and... " she burst into tears. She simply couldn't finish the statement, and I am pretty sure what she was trying to say. Oh shit! No wonder she was crying. She was definitely between a rock and a very hard place. It was like she had lost every ounce of hope in her body and soul.
"The baby?" My wife asked gently. Jess shook her head no. She didn't appear pregnant, except for her breasts being overly large, like she was in preparation for baby's breastfeeding. Her face was filled with so much pain. It didn't take a genius to get what happened.
She wailed again, in full crying breakdown, weeping pitifully, uncontrollably. "Gone. The hospital tried valiantly, but my baby didn't make it." She burst into tears again. "Even with the insurance, it wasn't enough. I am broke and... homeless. Thanks for listening." She got up and started walking towards the big bridge, not taking her suitcase or her jacket with her. Oh my God! She was gonna...
"Grab her Bull!" My wife had read my mind. I ran up and picked up the crying girl in my arms. I put her in my truck and I put her case in the back seat of my extended cab pickup. She held onto me like a broken child. This poor girl had lost the will to live. She was carrying a giant mountain of pain. My heart went out to her. I looked at my wife and she looked at me and I knew she felt the same. I just knew. She spoke gently to Jessica.
"We are taking care of you. We will help you get back on your feet and get your medical issues addressed as well. Bull, she's skin and bones. She is also leaking milk."
I got us home quickly and I carried her into our house. Our home was huge, having seven big bedrooms, but we always seemed to have enough visitors to fill them. My mother and grandmother were away on a nice cruise and trip.
My mother and grandmothers were on an Alaska cruise for several weeks. They were then scheduled to visit each of my three lovely aunties on the coast for an undetermined amount of time. They loved all the grandkids and spending time with them was very nice and important for all concerned. I really had no clue when they were going to return. I made sure they all had enough cash from the family kitty. We spoke frequently on the phone and I knew they were all enjoying the trip and all the children. I sent them more money as needed. We got pics of whales and then tons of grandchildren photos. I think they were in their glory. I am happy for them.
I am entrusted with the corporate dealings and with all household issues and expenditures. Head of household? Head slave sometimes. But I didn't shirk my duties. I just grumbled like my father and his father before him. I did love my sister and brother, but I sometimes envied their distinct quasi-independence from our family. I don't have that option. Someone has to take care of business for the family, and right now that's me.
In truth, both of my siblings helped incredibly hard when it was absolutely necessary, but when the family business was done... They were out the door. Liz was a doctor with a small town practice. She checked on all our health, and she was always trying to get my heart health better. I suppose she has probably given me a few extra years of life by her reminders. I owe her so much.
My brother ran a big fancy hedge fund and always seemed to be making buckets of money. He put ten million bucks into the family coffers! According to him, this did not make a dent in his personal wealth. Wow. He knows his business for sure.
He is excellent at what he does. He should be in charge of the family's business, but he needs to be independent. He still comes back to help me run things now and then. He thanks me for doing what he knows should rightfully be his job. He knows how much bullshit I have to deal with. I do love him and my sister both. I understand that they help out whenever they can, but both have lives quite separate from the family. I do understand.
Meanwhile, I had carried the poor weeping woman into the den. Jessica was utterly distraught. Life had dealt her a bunch of horrific body blows all at once and in short order. She had nobody to help her out but us, my wife and me. The den was nice and cozy. It was a place she could heal a bit. The coziness and fireplace always made people feel more at home there. Trudy got a cuddly faux fur blanket for Jessica. She whispered in her ear.
"No dear, it needs to be both of us, not just me. What you asked about has always been one of my husband's fondest fantasies. You wouldn't deny him that would you? He's as gentle as a lamb with women. He will always protect you. That's who he is. You ok with that Jessica?" Jess nodded yes, although reluctantly. She seemed scared and hurt beyond measure. I suppose being afraid of men now would be a natural reaction to what she's been through. I will need to tread lightly and keep my voice down when I speak to her. I am a big guy with lots of muscle, so I can be way too intimidating. I absolutely did not want to scare the poor thing.
"There's one more thing Jessica. I am... bi-sexual. I wanted you to know. Bull allows me to play with girls now and then. I return the favor if he wants to be with a woman. That's pretty rare. I am attracted to you, but I understand that you are going through a sort of 'emotional divorce' thing with your ex fiancé. Nobody is going to make you do anything that you don't want to. You are our guest. There's no 'quid pro quo' here. Both Bull and I want you to feel welcome and get better. Bull, could you whip up your vegetable beef soup for her?" it was not a request, but I was happy to do it. I love to cook and I love feeding people and making them happy with my food.
"I am on it. Five minutes," I said. I am not magic. I had made a big pot of my soup yesterday, and we have a microwave like everyone else. I made a pot of tea and some French bread heated up in the convection oven. I hoped Jessica liked it. I buttered up a piece of bread for her. I hope my soup helps her feel better.
When I returned, there was my wife, nursing on Jessica's large milky chest. Her boobs were humongous from the lactation. There was milk coming out of her other huge tit as my darling wife suckled on her left breast. I immediately started suckling on her right tit and Jess moaned in sweet happiness. It was a small thing, but her life was in unending pain, so even a small amount of happiness is surely welcome.I was trying to feed her, but she was feeding us!
"That feels so much better. Thank you for both of your kindness. Oh yeah, that feels wonderful. I need you both to nurse on my tits every day so they don't get so engorged. By the way Mr Jenkins, your soup smells heavenly." When her sweet tits were empty, she seemed to inhale my vegetable beef soup and the bread and butter. She asked for and received seconds, so I guess she liked it. I brought her my surprise. I had generous portions of rice pudding for her and my wife. Of course I had put real whipped cream on top. So with all the food disposed of, I carried her upstairs to a spare bedroom. She seemed to relish the feeling of being taken care of. She was dealing with some truly horrible issues. Death and betrayal and loneliness all at once.
