The Waitresses - Christmas Rappin'

This is my second*, belated, entry for the

Winter Holiday 2024 Contest

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I'd also like to thank

Freya Gersemi

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** for: a) her help and guidance on other stories where I have not been so rash. b) agreeing that deciding (4 days ago) that I was MAD!!!!! And Word's Read aloud for helping me spot whist rather than whilst.

*my first is

The Druid's Winter Solstice Gift

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**Author of the sexy romp

Here Cums Santa's Cock

This story is fiction, and you are welcome to imagine the characters as you wish but

all characters are 18 summers old or older

and are happy with the events.

As with my other Stand Alone or One Off stories, there is an intro, 'Who Am I?' but no concluding 'For those who like closure.' There is also a 'If anyone wonders' where I try to address some things that I think might come up in comments, but it might generate more! But you can skip all of those if you are in a hurry, or don't care.

Note:-

this happens in the 1981 in the USA but I might not remember all the details, so will get some facts wrong. OK - it's inspired by the song Christmas Rappin' about events in the above year. It is a bit similar to my story

I Step off the Train

where I imagine the story behind the song. There may be others in the future...

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Who Am I?

Just call me '

Waitress!

' most of the customers at the Diner & Grill where I have an evening job, to try and keep a roof over my head, whilst at college. OK, it's Lizzie, just 19 and in college studying Business Economics. I had a boyfriend, and all was well until he got what he was after and then dumped me for a fresh blonde conquest.

If you've heard the song, you sort of know how the story goes, but you can't put everything in a song, even one with over 450 words, compared to the 45 in most pop songs!

"Bah, humbug" no, that's too strong

'Cause it is my favorite holiday

That Crazy Year of '81

It's nearly Christmas and I am in a blues funk. I almost feel like I want to crawl under my blankets. It was down to thirty on Long Island (minus one degree for those using odd temperature scales) so it feels as chilly as the calendar picture of a frozen landscape of Evergreens and sparkling snow. It's a nice picture, but after twenty-four days and with the current particularly cold snap, I could do with the temperatures from home down south.

It's been a busy year of studying and doing work in the evenings and weekends and totally failing to get as close as possible to Jeff. We have a spark, had done from day one, but things kept getting in the way, silly, silly, and stupid, things.

As a result, I'm not feeling in the Christmas mood, which is a bummer in itself as I normally really enjoy the holiday season, but just can't get in the mood. So why am I a Grinch this year.

Merry Christmas, Merry Christmas

But I think, I'll miss this one this year

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Last Christmas I had a holiday job in a ski shop. Always amazed me the high-end ski shop in Upper East Side when there was nowhere near to ski! But back home I had learnt to ski, so I got the job. As I understood not only the jargon, but could talk the talk, and honestly upsell to the customer so that they had value for money. The manager didn't see it was a problem, but I knew that the customer wouldn't be coming back for a year or two to get an upgrade. But that wasn't my problem, and the additional commission and tips were welcome. I hadn't come to appreciate the value of word of mouth advertising.

Towards the end of the day, he walks in; tall, clean cut, handsome, wavy dark blonde hair, Italian Suit under a Gaberdene double breasted coat. But all that counted for nothing when he looked straight at me and smiled. He strode straight towards me ignoring two other sales assistants who tried to intercept him, basing their calculation on the probable size of his pocketbook and earning me dagger like looks from the permanent staff.

He spoke in a knee-trembling voice. "The brilliant beautiful brunette Lizzie as advertised. I'm Jeff." I don't think he had time to read my name badge. I think I blushed.

"I wouldn't go that far, and I don't know who would have said that to you?"

"My dad, Mister Holden, he and my mum came in here last week. Actually, he said you were knowledgeable, but my mum said you convinced him to spend double what he had intended, so you must be brilliant. Right, let's see what damage you can make to my checking account." He said the last with a beaming smile.

As we discussed his requirements for new clothing, we chatted and he found out more about me that I did him, not even his age or job and sounded disappointed that I wasn't permanent staff. Whilst I got the bill totted up with the teller and the goods bagged, he briefly went out with the tech guy Rob to get his skis and poles in for servicing.

We finished up, except collecting his skis, just as the shop was closing. "How about I take you for a coffee?"

"I'm sorry, we are not allowed to fraternize with customers."

He looked disappointed. "Not even big spending ones?"

"Especially big spending ones."

"Where is your car parked?"

"Can't afford one, so will be taking the transit or walking, why?"

"I'll give you a lift - look out for the red Fairlady sports car." And before I could say anything he turned and walked off.

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Twenty minutes later, bundled up against the cold wind, I didn't expect to be recognized but as I got to the sidewalk a small red car pulled up and tooted! He rolled the window down and said. "Hop in." So I did. The car was warm so he must have been idling it somewhere watching for me. He took us to a coffee shop and bought me a pumpkin spice latte, him an Americano and pastries for us both.

We sat and chatted, him finding more about me, the course, hometown, friends where I was living, my jobs, age and all but my bra size and when I lost my virginity. All I knew about him was he was Jeff Holden, twenty-one, finishing accounting and corporate law. We swapped phone numbers, and I was really looking forward to meeting him again. He gave me a peck on the cheek as he dropped me off outside my apartment block, but didn't ask which one. Oh, he didn't know my surname either!

He rang me later in the week, just after I would have thought it creepy and just before I felt forgotten. With my work, both at the ski shop and the diner, and his rather full social calendar, we couldn't find a date in the rest of the month, so he said he would check in again. Bummer!

But then was I going to be just an appetizer with all his social appointments, probably with wealthy debutants with blond hair, double D racks and legs up to their armpits.

He gave me a call a few weeks later, but we still couldn't find time.

So, it petered off. I'd have shed a tear, but didn't have the time.

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Coming up to Easter break I went and asked at the Ski shop if they had any temporary jobs, but the manager said that the permanent staff would string him up if he employed me again. Apparently, their January pay checks were lacking the normal level of commission bonuses, and their tips had been down, and they blamed me. But he put a good word in for me at a sports shop down the road, so that is where I was working during the day.

I had to quickly learn about wet suits, snorkel and scuba equipment, as well as sunscreen and the latest styles and tech in swimsuits. I was careful not to upstage the permanent staff, but I still did. Then just before closing he walked in. "Hi Lizzie, Rob said you would be here, he misses the work you put his way."

"Oh, hi Jeff, I thought you had lost my number." Possibly that was a bit snide.

"Not at all. I've been abroad on urgent business and just got back. But it was upsetting me that we couldn't find time, or maybe you were not interested."

"Jeff, of course I'm interested but I have to keep the money coming in, or I'll have to walk the streets."

Jeff smiled. "Oh, that would definitely bring the money in, but would upset me even more." I blushed when I realized what I had said. "How about lunch sometime?"

I gave a small nod and whispered. 'manager' "Now Sir what size is your wife?" We were in the ladies swimsuit area.

"Oh, I'd say about your size, what bikini would you choose?"

I picked up a rather daring red one I had my eye on but blanched each time I checked the price. "Oh I think your wife would like this one. It's tie sided, so can easily be adjusted." I handed it to him on its hanger.

He offered it up against me and smiled. "Perfect, let's take it to the till."

"Oh, no need for me, I don't get commission on that, only wetsuits and above."

"Oh do you cover that area as well?"

"Yes, anything and everything."

"Right, I want a wet suit, a good one, lead the way."

On the way over to the diving section I asked. "Is your wife really about my size?"

He smiled. "Oh I hope she will be." I was uncertain about what that meant, did he have a wife and was just coming on to me?

After some discussion, and me measuring him, the closest thing to hugging him, and his body felt so nice, he selected an O'Neill surfer, short sleeve and leg suit. We went to the teller. He paid and asked for the bikini to be in a separate bag. I also noted he put a ten-dollar tip on the bill.

Then the bell rang for store-closing time, so he left with his purchases without looking back and I thought I had blown it. I headed to the staff locker room and then out the staff door into the road when I heard a familiar engine roar and toot-toot! The passenger door opened on his sports car and I climbed in.

We spoke as he drove me to my apartment block and he cleared up he didn't have a wife, or anyone else. We agreed to go to lunch, but again couldn't find time for a proper one, hence the words in the song.

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But we did, on my Wednesday lunch breaks, cross the road to the Deli for a sandwich and coffee and apart from talking we did some kissing and cuddling in the staff entrance doorway, including a bit of second base. I could tell he was enjoying that from his lump against my thigh. Then his work took him away again and his calls stopped. You can't have every detail in a song, even a long one!

Oh, and when he dropped me off, he gave me the bag with the bikini in it.

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With the summer break from college, I had got another temporary job, same problem as before, but also a recommendation, so not all bad, and this time a Ladies High End Boutique. I had nearly given up hope of Jeff calling until my phone rang on Monday evening. "Hi beautiful, busy Sunday?"

It took me a moment to realize it was Jeff. "I'm free as it happens."

"Great, I'll pick you up at nine and we will go to Rockway Beach and then to my boat in the Marina later."

"Oh, right, boat, what shall I wear?"

"The bikini of course. Oh, what's your apartment number?" I told him and he hung up. I rushed to my closet to find the bikini and put it on, it still had the labels. I looked in the bathroom mirror and I would have looked sexy in it, if it wasn't for my waxy white skin, except on my face, arms and lower legs.

When I got off work on Tuesday it was still sunny, so I thought I would try to get a bit of a tan. I opened the doors to the French Balcony and, wearing just the bikini, laid down on a towel in the patch of sunshine that just covered me from shoulders to knees.

Now I didn't bother with lotion, because I wasn't going to be there long and wanted to get a quick tan. My phone woke me and it was getting dark! I jumped up and felt odd but stumbled to the phone. "Hello, Lizzie, are you coming in, we open in twenty minutes?"

"Oh, sorry, be right there. I must have had a nap!"

I switched on the light - two hours minimum in the sun, fortunately the shadow of the door saved my face and much of my cleavage, but my tummy and thighs were red raw. A bit of lotion, boy did it sting, and I could get a summer dress on and kept the bikini as I didn't dare risk changing underwear before work!

I managed to do my waitressing, but my skin felt on fire and I couldn't bear anything touching my tummy and front of my thighs as even the dress was agony. I hoped against hope that it would settle down and I wouldn't look like I was painted redder than the bikini. But by Friday the burnt areas were blistered and weeping. So I rang Jeff. "Hi Jeff, it's Lizzie."

"Hi beautiful, looking forward to Sunday?"

"Oh Jeff, I'm sorry, but I managed to give myself sunburn, really bad, and the doctor says I can't go outside during the day." The only doctor I had consulted was my small 'Home Doctor' book.

"Oh that's a pity, I had hoped to show you off before I have to go to Europe again. Look after yourself." And he hung up! Bummer! Really Blown It This Time!

It was no surprise that I didn't hear from him again.

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Then I got a letter addressed just to Lizzie. My heart leapt, it could only be from Jeff. Inside was a note, an invite to the Hilton Halloween Hop and a hundred-dollar bill! For Fucks Sake a hundred! "Hi Lizzie, hope the sunburn has healed, get yourself a great sexy costume and meet you there at nine sharp! Love Jeff xxx" Ok, in the song he called, but poetry beats life!

I must have stood there for a minute gob smacked - not the portrait of Benjamin Franklin, not the invite to the Hilton, but the 'Love Jeff xxx'.

My manager looked daggers at me when I wanted the Saturday off, but he smiled. "Just kidding kiddo! I forgot to tell you we close on Halloween, gets too rowdy with drunks, and pranksters who order a dozen shots and then shout 'Tricks!' as they run out the door!"

I sorted a 'sexy witch costume' that, apart from the green hair, black hat and gloves, was basically a black bra top and mini skirt. Skirt was pushing it a bit, more a wide belt, so I got some black Brazilian panties for modesty. I coupled it with fishnets and knee length, four-inch heel boots, all in black.

The boots took the lion's share of Benji, but after the rest of the costume and some makeup, I still had enough for a cab and change!

I got there at nine as instructed and waited outside for half an hour, before I had to go in and wait, as I was freezing.

I got a drink and sat in a corner, constantly turning down invites to dance. Ten, another drink. Eleven, another drink, then another at twenty past! Decided I was getting too upset and then a man came over with two drinks and tried to chat me up! So I left, upset at being stood up, anxious that something bad had happened to Jeff and worried that something bad might happen to me! I tried ringing his number, but it gave the tone for 'line not in service'.

The Doorman hailed a cab and I had just enough in my coin purse to pay the fare and a small tip. As I left the driver rolled the window down and wolf-whistled! "Hey lady, your sexy booty is a bigger tip!" And he drove away still laughing!

As I got to my door, struggling to get my keys out of my shoulder bag, I heard the phone ringing, which made me fumble getting the key in the lock. I rushed in and grabbed the handset just as it stopped ringing. I collapsed in sobs and couldn't bring myself to move away from the phone in case it rang again.

Which it did, just as I was dozing off. I answered a bit muzzily. "Er hello?"

"Hi Lizzie, sorry about tonight, I was on my way then my car blew a gasket. Had to find a phone booth and wait for the AAA. The staff at the Hilton couldn't find you, or didn't look, so I have been ringing hoping to find you in and safe!"

"Oh Jeff, I was worried about you as well, thought you might have had a smash or been mugged. I'm so relieved, can you come over?"

He hesitated and then sounded sad. "Sorry, flying out early tomorrow and if I came over I doubt I would want to leave until the morning."

"OK, take care Jeff."

"You too sexy." And he rang off! Bummer AGAIN! I didn't get his new number! 'Alone Again - Naturally', well not quite that bad.

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So I've been in the run up to Christmas and have sent and received cards, but haven't felt like decorating or partying - nothing to wear and no spare bucks to get new party clothes. So I turned down all the invites.

It's Christmas Eve, radio off as it's all holiday songs or carols and TV off as it's all Hallmark re-runs or bad news about weather, or some disaster.

I got my 'free A&P turkey' but I'm sure I have seen bigger chickens. Got it in the oven, all the vegetables prepared. I fool myself it's so I can relax from college and work and work, but it's really the big black cloud over my head. Might just take myself off to bed, it's nearly half nine after all. Then, you guessed it! No cranberry sauce! Got to have cranberry sauce, 'cause when else in the year are you going to have it!

But Bummer! The shops will all be closed - Hey! What about that little corner 'all-night grocery' three blocks from here. Nice Asian family, Rasheed's or something, possibly won't be taking Christmas off if that's not unfairly stereotyping them. I look out of the window, hoping to see the snow all gone. But no, nice and thick on the sidewalk where the snow ploughs have cleared it off the road - thanks City for caring about those who walk - Not! And more heavy snow is falling.

So on, with the boots, those lovely Halloween Boots, so a tear in my eye, and all bundled up, back out in the snow. Long walk and nearly fell twice - all for a jar of cranberry that might be fit to eat at Easter, but after two blocks it's faster to get warm in the shop than turn around. Assuming it is open - please let it be open.

In the doorway, stomp, stomp, stomp, stomp the snow off the boots and revel in the hot air blower. Then went looking for cranberry sauce. Lots of vegetables I had never heard of, what is Star Fruit?! And sauces, so many different curries! Then I turned the corner and saw... saw... I must be hallucinating! "JEFF!" I screamed! Good job the shop was nearly empty.

"Lizzie!! - What you doing here? I thought you would have gone home for Christmas."

"I could ask you the same question, but my folks have gone on a cruise, my mom won the company lottery."

"Well, I landed here two days ago, and not only are flights out restricted, they have closed the airports at Ottawa, so I can't get to our big family get together. So "I'm spending this one alone, and I need a break, this year's been crazy"

"Me too, but why are you here, don't tell me forgot cranberries too?" I started to giggle.

"If it was so easy, I am trying to find a ready meal or two, so I don't starve."

I smiled for the first time in what felt like months. "You don't need to do that! Come to mine - I've got enough for us both!"

"Won't I be intruding on your guests?" He looked both hopeful and worried.

"Nope, it's just me, I said I'm spending it alone like you."

He started to laugh, and it was infectious. When I got by breath back. "What's so funny!"

"You just invited me over and said you would be on your own - but we will have each other! So problem solved by Christmas magic."