5.
The Pick-Up
Six weeks into the semester and I was getting bushed. The studies were harder than I'd imagined, and I needed a lot of time between classes to keep up. Unfortunately, there wasn't that much time. The diner was doing well, and I'd persuaded Charlie to up my rate to a massive ten bucks an hour! (Big deal). However, he'd had pictures taken of Rosa and me, and made two life-sized cutouts to put outside. After a couple of weeks, people were noticing, and we started to have large tables of guys and of ladies most nights of the week. Charlie wasn't happy if he had a dozen women turn up to see me when I wasn't around, so he was pressuring me to work more nights.
And I found that Rosa sometimes made her intentions a little opaque, and a couple of guys came onto her too strong. Twice I had to step in and have a quiet and polite word with guys who misread the signals. Things could have been nasty if my biceps didn't stretch the sleeves of my uniform so much. Most potential assholes took one look at my arms and shoulders and decided that discretion was the better part of valor.
Then, one Wednesday night, things got a little weird. A party of women came in carrying helium balloons. One lady, who looked around my mom's age, maybe a little younger, was wearing a sash saying 'Birthday Girl' and a little crown. The other women -- six of them -- varied in age from (I guessed) mid-thirties to mid-fifties. I showed them to their table and introduced myself.
"Hi ladies. Can I just say what a delightful group you look? And happy birthday to the beautiful lady at the back there. What's your name?"
"I'm Bernice," she replied with a broad smile.
"Welcome, Bernice, and to all your lovely friends here. I hope you have a fantastic evening. My name is Tommy and I'll be your server this evening."
Bernice gave me a wicked grin. "Tommy, baby, you can serve me any time you like."
I smiled back and winked. "Thanks, Bernice. So ladies, champagne?"
I returned with a chilled bottle and ice bucket. To get the foil off and the cork out, I had to hold the bottle between my thighs. The women were nudging each other and giggling.
"Looks like Tommy's having trouble with that. Annika, do you think you could lend him a hand with that long thing between his legs?" There was raucous laughter.
"Janet, I'd have thought you could help him with that top. It looks pretty sticky to me. Maybe you should just suck it off." The lady called Janet raised her eyebrows in mock outrage, and everyone went 'ooh!' and dissolved into some very naughty laughter. Just then the cork popped.
"See, you've got him excited now!" Annika, who was sitting nearest to me added. "Look, he's already popped." More laughter. I liked the look of her. Both she and her friend Janet looked like they could give a guy a good time -- probably a very good time. Annika seemed to be around mid-thirties with long, blonde hair and a cute smile. Janet was a little older, with a pretty face and quite a wide mouth. I could maybe see why Annika was teasing her friend in that way. Meanwhile, Bernice, the birthday girl, was laughing with the rest of them, but maybe not quite as loudly.
I poured the wine, and they briefly quietened down, toasting Bernice and singing Happy Birthday. Then I stood taking pictures with a series of cellphones while they raised their glasses and smiled. I took their food orders and retreated to the relative quiet of the kitchen.
"Lively crowd tonight," Pattie said, looking down the list of dishes. "Could be some decent tips there. They clearly like you."
I returned to the table with the starters, and they wanted the cocktail menus. "Hmm, there's one I'm looking for that isn't on your list. Could I get a Multiple Orgasm? Do you think you could give me one, fairly soon?" Annika asked, giving me a look that said 'if you can, big boy, we can do it right here on the table'. The women shrieked and squealed. I smiled back.
"I think that one may take a little while, ma'am. I know it usually needs a lot of liquor --
hard
liquor. I'm not sure we can provide that right now. Maybe later?" And I gave her back the kind of look that said 'you're playing with fire, lady, but if you're up for it, I have a log we can shove into that fire.'
And so the evening went on. Lots of very sexy toing and froing. They seemed to enjoy their dinner, and when I cleared away, a hand stroked my butt. And then a second one. If I'd been Rosa and this had been a table full of guys, I could have kicked up a whole shit-storm. As it was -- well, it's not all bad being a sex object.
I handed out the dessert menus, then I needed to take a piss, so I headed downstairs to where the restrooms were. It really is quite hard to pee when a bunch of horny women has been behaving like total cock-teasers all evening but, eventually, I managed it, washed my hands and headed out. As I walked past the women's restroom, the door opened, and out came -- Bernice. I'd half expected Annika to ambush me, so I was kinda relieved; until she said "Oh, Tommy, how about a kiss for the birthday girl?"
Let me describe Bernice. Like I said, I'd guessed early forties, a face that's more 'attractive' and 'sophisticated' than 'pretty'. Blonde hair, cut in an elegant style that framed her face and tapered in around the neck. Quite big earrings, and a chunky gold necklace. Nice slim figure. Good legs, pert ass. And tits. Really nice, full tits, that seemed a little out of proportion with her trim frame. She was wearing a clingy dress that seemed to be enjoying its contact with her curves. It had quite an intricate, stripy pattern, so at first, I didn't take in that she wasn't wearing a bra and that there were a couple of prominent pokies on display. OK, so I guessed that the tits couldn't be real to be staying up like that without support, but they still looked good.
She didn't wait for an answer to her question but moved in close -- about as close as those titties would allow. In her heels -- I guessed around four-inch -- she was still about a foot shorter than me. Her head tipped back and she stretched up for the kiss as I felt the press of warm, soft breast-flesh against my lower chest. One hand went behind my neck, pulling my head down so our mouths could meet. The other snaked around to my butt.
What is it about older ladies and kissing? Is it that they have more experience, or perhaps, when they were younger, kissing was a bigger deal and they worked harder at it? Whatever, Loretta, Justine, and now Bernice were all very good kissers. And her tits felt great, pressed against me. And she was squeezing my butt-cheek and trying to grind her hips into me, only the apron was getting in the way. So she started to move her hand around, sliding it across the surface of my pants.
"Ooh," she said, suddenly breaking the kiss. "Is that because of me?"
Actually, my cock was only half-hard, as I'd just had a piss, so she must've thought that I was a smaller guy with a full boner. Before I could say anything, we heard someone coming downstairs, so she quickly stepped away, back into the restroom. "Maybe see you later?" she said with a smile that said 'and see if I can do anything for you?'
I went to the table to take the dessert orders. "I see Bernice isn't here. Do you know what she'd like?"
"Oh, I know exactly what she'd like, but it doesn't seem to be on the menu," Annika said, smiling up at me. "If it was, I think we'd all want some." Again, screechy, raucous laughter around the table. I just smiled.
"But maybe we'd all like it served differently," said a very sophisticated ebony lady opposite Annika. "I like mine with lots of cream all over it." Fuck, this was getting worse!
"Hey, Cindy, they don't have chocolate log. We all know that's your favorite," Janet responded.
Cindy, the ebony lady, pulled a wistful face. "Yeah. I like it because it comes in such big portions. You don't normally get more than a mouthful with the vanilla version." The screeches got worse.
Then Bernice returned to the table, and though the laughter and crude double-entendres kept coming, I was at least able to take the order and get away.
