Laura wasn't necessarily a whore. At least, Laura wouldn't ever consider herself a whore. If you knew her, you would understand that it was never really about the sex, per se, but more about being noticed. She had this primal desire to connect with people who she respected. This led to a long list of older men who had enjoyed using her.
Laura was only 22. She was naturally brunette, but she had dyed her hair to a light, summer blonde. As her waist-long hair got closer to the roots, it darkened into a deep chestnut, and finally her natural brown. Her frame was small, but athletic. She was barely 5'1'', but weighed in at 125 lbs. She had overcome her natural willowy figure with a hearty gym routine, focusing mostly on deadlifts. Her thighs and ass were strong. Her breasts were small, but firm, and perfectly set on her chest. She had hardly considered her future, being so young. She lived in an apartment with her best friend, Maddi, and their cat Fitz. She worked as a waitress and bartender at the local reservations-only farm to table restaurant. It wasn't enough to provide her the glamorous instagram lifestyle she yearned for, but it was enough to pay rent.
Laura began her Friday evening like she did every other Friday. She dressed in her usual black romper - the one with the keyhole cutout in the chest, and an open back. The restaurant dress code was easy enough to follow - professional, black only, and feminine - but also easy enough to personalize. She had learned over time that the more skin she showed, the better her tips. She put on some natural makeup, and curled her hair into casual, loose beach curls. She had learned that light makeup made her look younger, and people tipped more when she looked younger. She put on a nude lipstick, checked herself in the mirror, and said her goodbyes to Maddi.
"When will you be home?" Maddi asked.
"Shift ends at 2, but you know that closing sometimes takes a bit after that," Laura replied.
"Text me when you get home, I'm spending the night with Mark."
Mark was Maddie's flavor of the month. Laura sighed relief - without Maddi home, Laura could stay out for a drink or two after work.
Laura arrived at the restaurant just in time for her 7 pm shift. She passed the first few hours in the normal way - being kind and warm to families and couples, a bit flirty with single women and groups of men, and gossiping with her coworkers. It was slow for a Friday night, but she knew it would pick up as soon as the reservations started rolling in. The night went quickly. Most of it was routine.
Around 1, Laura's last table of the night was seated. It was a new customer. He seemed as though he was in his mid 50s, and had a lean, strong build. His face was weathered and covered in lines that told stories of his past - the joys, frustrations, and grief that had colored his hair a peppered grey. His chiseled jawline was covered in a perfectly groomed 5 o'clock shadow. He was dressed in slim fit slacks, shined shoes, a tidy purple collared shirt, and a tweed blazer. Laura approached him with her normal, flirtatious open.
"Hey handsome, I haven't seen you here before. What can I do for you?"
"Manhattan, neat." He replied quietly.
"What a fine choice, the first I've made tonight. Preferences on your bourbon?"
"Pappy van Winkle, if you have it."
"Sure thing, that's easy. I'm Laura if you have any questions."
Laura took her time turning around and walking away. She allowed her hips to move a bit more than normal, and even bent down suggestively to pick up an old discarded straw wrapper. As she made the manhattan (a double, on the house), she though about what it would be like to fuck this stranger. She decided that she couldn't let the night end without learning his name.
As Laura walked back from behind the bar to deliver the Manhattan, she picked up a tray of house-made chips.
"Here you go. Snack on the house. I made the drink pretty strong, I wouldn't want it to go to your head." She brushed his hand gently as she placed the bourbon in front of him.
"I'm Luke," the new customer said as he gently pushed his hand into her fingers, "and I appreciate the kindness. It's late, and it's been a long night."
"I'm sorry. Hopefully the manhattan helps" Laura said, turning to leave. Luke grabbed her wrist gently but firmly.
"It's not a manhattan I need," Luke said, "I'd like some company. Join me? I promise to let you go if anyone else needs your attention."
Laura looked around the restaurant. This was the last reservation of the night. Everyone else had gone home, and her manager had sent the other waiters home early. It was the kitchen staff, Laura, and Luke. Laura had planned to get a drink after work anyway, and it wasn't long until she got off her shift. She shrugged, and sat across from Luke.
"Sure. Although, if we're being honest, I'd rather sit here with a drink."
Luke slid his Manhattan across the table. Laura took a deep drink, made a face, and pushed the drink back.
"Alright, red carpet treatment for our new customer. A personal waitress, sitting here at your disposal, to attend to your every need." Laura said with a wink.
"My every need? How did I get so lucky?"
"I haven't seen you here before. You have my undivided attention. I have 48 minutes before I can close the bar. If you can make this time pass quickly, the drinks are on the house." Laura though about her weekly comp allowance, and realized she had over $60 she could spend on Luke. After some strong drinks, and a comped bill, she might get enough money to make the shameless flirting worth it.
"I'm sorry, I don't have a story you haven't heard before. It's almost a joke. I'm just need to clear my head. I'm in town to finalize my divorce. 26 years down the drain. My college sweetheart. I don't know where I went wrong. One day, I woke up, and she was fucking the pool boy. She said I looked like her dad, with the grey hair.
Laura looked Luke in the eye, "She's crazy. Your grey hair is what makes you so sexy." As soon as the words left her mouth, she was embarrassed. He wasn't asking for a compliment! He was talking about his ex-wife!
"What did you say?" Luke said, leaning across the table. She couldn't tell if he was playing with her or if she'd left the music too loud.
"I said you're sexy!" She said, a bit louder.
Luke reached across the table. "Come closer, so we can talk," he said.
She grabbed his hand and her chair, thinking she would move her chair to his side of the table. He pulled hard enough to keep her from moving the chair, and she fell into his lap.
"It's much easier to hear you. Now that you're here, let's change the subject," Luke said.
Laura shifted her hips, and felt Luke's thick cock grow under her, "What did you want to talk about?"
"How much you remind me of my ex-wife, before she wrecked her body and became a bore," Luke said. He grabbed Laura's waist. "I remember when she had a tight little body and perky tits, how much she loved it when I sucked her tits and pumped her full of cum."
Despite herself, Laura moaned. She hadn't had cock in ages. It had been days. She picked up Luke's manhattan, took a deep pull, and turned to Luke, "Don't you want something to eat? I'm supposed to be here to serve you." Laura looked deep into Luke's eyes, hoping he knew what was on the menu.
"Stand up" Luke commanded.
Laura was taken aback. Had she done something wrong? Her pussy was absolutely dripping. She had left a wet spot on Luke's trousers, accentuating the outline of his hard cock. She stood, and turned to leave. She was embarrassed. She had misread the situation. Maybe it was for the best - after all, there really was nowhere private to continue this conversation, and she didn't even know Luke.
Luke grabbed Laura's waist, spun her around and slipped her romper aside with one motion. He grabbed Laura's firm ass, pulled her close, and buried his face in her pussy. He began licking her wet pussy fast and hard, taking Laura by complete surprise. She gave a shrill moan, loud enough for any of the kitchen staff to hear. Despite herself, she put her heeled boot on the back of Luke's chair, and rocked her hips in to Luke's face. As he licked her harder and faster, her hips rocked with the same rhythm. She moaned, and tried to keep herself quiet. She couldn't help herself, when Luke put two of his fingers in her pussy, she bucked against his face as she climaxed. Luke pulled his grinning face away from her pussy, and laughed.
