As always, all characters, places, etc are imagined and no characters are minors. Any resemblance to any real person is purely coincidental. The story starts by introducing the main characters and will get more erotic further as we explore with them.
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Wardenville.
Chapter 01 - The Wilsons.
Lucia.
Noon came around again and Lucia Wilson sighed as she turned the sign on the door of the diner to reveal the store was open for customers. She hoped today would be better than previous days had been, but she was secretly scared about how the day would progress.
Lucia was only 5ft 3in tall, and a little over her ideal weight, but most of that was in her breasts, a rather large 36FF, which on her short frame made her look even heavier. She was, nonetheless, very attractive, with clear, smooth, chocolate-brown skin, a bright expression and a (generally) happy demeanor.
The one plus point today was that her on-off boyfriend, Marc Mallon, was in the diner with her, and she hoped that that would be enough to put off the poorly behaved crowd who seemed to be her entire clientele these days. She longed for previous times when the diner had a sophisticated crowd who would pay willingly, tip well, and wouldn't argue, or worse.
Marc was, surprisingly, the local Mayor. It even surprised him as he was hardly your standard mayoral candidate being in his late 40s with long hair like a rocker and tattoos adorning almost all of his body. Lucia was hoping he could stem the bad behaviour as he knew most of the people round here, or she thought that the diner would be sold and she would have to move on to pastures new.
"Hey! There she is, my darling dumpling. Will you marry me, please?" shouted a big guy as he came through the door and saw Lucia. "I know you want me? Eh, darling?"
Apart from the fact Lucia disliked being called 'dumpling', she hated the familiarity this guy, who she did not know, gave her. Sitting down at a table, the guy and his mates called her over to take their order, and, she expected, give her some form of abuse..... as was becoming usual.
"See guys!" he shouted, "Did I not tell you this waitress has the biggest titties this side of a porn movie? Aren't they the best you have ever seen!" A load of 'yups' and 'wows' erupted from his mates, causing Lucia to cringe again. She was hoping Marc could see and hear what was going on, to intervene, but he seemed to be more interested in his newspaper than the diner.
"What are you having, gents?" asked Lucia, realising a bit too late that her normal greeting was probably the wrong one with this group.
"Well, if you are offering, then I'll have You, my doll." was the unwanted reply, causing the rest of the group to howl with laughter. A chorus of "Me too" came from the others. Glancing across at Marc, Lucia saw that he looked away.
Lucia looked disgusted at their antics, but eventually managed to get proper orders which she put through to the kitchen. She had decided that Lauren, the other waitress, would take the food over to them. She was a mousy woman, 50 years old and took no shit from anyone. They would not 'whoop' or stare over her 30A chest or wrinkled pantyhosed legs.
Two hours later and after at least a dozen other comments and abuse from various customers, Lucia was done. She had decided she would quit, sell the house and move away. "Hey, Luci" called Marc, using a derivative of her name that she had always disliked, "You up for some afternoon delight?"
"Where were you when I needed you; the last 2 hours," she replied, "You didn't help at all. Those men right when we opened were ogling and abusing me and you just looked away!"
"There were 6 of them, baby," he replied, "and I couldn't get involved in the middle of the diner, not with the other customers there!"
"Whatever," she said, "I'm going home to rest, and NO, I don't need any company."
"Hey, I took the day off because you said you needed me. I thought you would be looking for some tender loving after your shift."
"Well, you thought WRONG!" Lucia spat back, "If I need a man for anything, it would be protection, not loving. You just proved you can't even do that!"
Lucia was worried that her life was going nowhere and she needed a change. Could she really go elsewhere? Could she put Tonya through that? Where would 'that' be?
Having made her way home, alone, Lucia considered all her options. She had been told someone wanted to buy her house, but she did not know how quick that might be. She had nobody else here, having lost her childhood sweetheart, Errol, to a car crash over a year ago. Tonya was in college, but Lucia knew she was not enjoying her course, so she would probably be okay with a move. But to where?
Lucia laid down on her back on her sofa and the anxiety got the better of her. She cried.
Whilst still considering what was the best thing to do, Lucia fell asleep on the sofa until Tonya returned from college, and she wasn't too happy either.
Tonya.
"Sir! Sir, can you please tell Jarred to stop grabbing my tits!"
The shout caused the teacher, Don Johnson, (no, not that one!) to glance up from his manuscript and look over to where Tonya Wilson was standing. She was furious about something Jarred had done, but Don wasn't sure he had heard her properly.
"What did you say, young lady?" he asked.
"I said, can you tell Jarred to stop grabbing my tits! Is that clear enough?" Tonya replied, with enough venom to make it clear she was less than happy with recent events.
"What happened? Jarred! Why were you......er.....doing that to Tonya?"
"Don't worry Doc, she doesn't mind really." Jarred replied, which had Tonya charging at him around the desk. "I fucking DO!" she shouted at him, tackling him around the chest and going to the floor with him.
"STOP!" shouted Don, as loud as he could, causing total silence in the classroom. "Get up you two, and get over here. The rest of you, back to studying the workbook."
Jarred and Tonya got to their feet and dusted themselves down a bit, but, standing close together so either could easily start up again, they walked across the classroom. Don indicated that they were to leave the room and he followed them.
"What is going on?" he asked, and when both started to speak loudly he held up his hands to stop them, and asked Tonya.
"He keeps grabbing my tits. He tries to be sneaky about it, but I am sure someone else saw." she said. "He has been like this for ages, but it is too much now. I am having enough trouble studying this course, to be dealing with that as well."