Toward nightfall Monica was left alone with Holden and Shane. Young April Wallace had to go home. A happy girl to say the least.
Monica had showered yet again to get the stench of Lyle Stikket off of her. Stepping out in a bath towel Monica found the boys kicked back watching TV. She kept the hidden camera to herself. Still it amused her where it might be hidden.
"I'm getting hungry. Ryan should have brought pizza." She held her growling belly.
"Only that Diner up the road. Where April works."
"There's a McRonald's out by the Interstate. Near that Adult Bookstore."
Monica's eye brow peaks, "The Licker Store", right? We should go there. Buy me some toys Boys."
She hops on her knees at the foot of the mattress to hint her desires.
"Don't you ever get tired?" Shane creases his brow.
"Hey! I just got you two laid. Well, Ryan and I did. Still, you owe me."
"Owe you?" Holden sneers.
"Okay, you don't. I just don't want to sit here all night. I need action."
The guys groan, "Get dressed."
"Yay!"
She quickly puts on a short white mini dress that her Dad had plucked from her closet by request. Nipples dynamic. Areolas shadowy and evident. Her cleavage more revealing than concealing. Spaghetti strings barely holding the dress to her shoulders.
Her hickies were equally visible through the material. Even her bosom granted their slight exposure. Of course her Dad had no idea when packing the dress for her. She didn't care.
"Am I sexy?" She twirls in step at the base of the bed.
Eyes glare over her body before both boys shrug.
"Always." Holden admits.
Shane looks concerned, "Aren't you afraid people might think you were beat up? Those bruises look ummm...brutal."
"I'll just point the finger at you two. They did it Officer. Arrest their lips." She giggles.
The guys crawl out of bed and head for the door. Along the way they literally pick her up by the armpits and guide her out the into the parking lot. She squealed all the way. At the truck she climbed into the middle of the bench style seat. Holden's hands helped her along. Up under her skirt that is.
The drive took them around fifteen minutes. Deciding first to stop at the McRonald's burger joint. She coaxed them into going inside to eat. The place had a number of middle aged couples. It was easy to tell that they ate there fairly often.
Standing back away from the counter eying the menu, the boys hadn't even noticed Monica lift the back of her dress up to mid cheek exposure. With no panties on it was simple enough to tell. She ignored those behind her watching. Let them say whatever crossed their minds.
Finally deciding their order the boys shuffled forward. A lanky teenage boy with red hair and freckles stood to receive their order.
Behind him Monica counted a chubby girl of African American persuasion. Across from her at the grill station was another lad in his mid 20's, also African American. He was ogling Monica with interest. So much so he stepped back further to see around Shane and Holden. No Manager material evident at this point.
Monica fluttered her fingers toward the man then turned around to look at the seating arrangement behind her. This gave the Griller a clean shot at her butt cheeks. Feigning dropping her clutch purse she even went so far as to bend over and touch the floor. In doing so her sexy little ass offered a tantalizing sample of clam shaped pussy and bruised rectal area.
Standing and returning her view toward the counter she saw the Man rubbing his goatee. His grin was pure interest.
"What are you wanting Monica?" Shane peered over his shoulder.
She glared toward the Man at the grill and blurted, "Something Beefy. Special sauce."
Holden frowns toward the Cashier, "Yea, she will take a Big Mick meal. Coke for the drink."
The cashier chuckled and shook his head. Holden paid the tab.
Leaving Holden to grab the tray forthcoming, Shane trudged over to Monica, "Really? Can't we have a nice quiet meal?"
She fidgets and turns to show him her ass, "Nope!
Spotting her cheeks Shane immediately looked up to realize everybody in the seating area had seen her. Mumbles were filling the air.
"I'll find us a booth." Monica skipped away.
Dancing through the room she caught whispers saying things ranging from, "God help that poor girl." to "Tramp." and even, "Sweetest ass I ever saw."
Monica took time to flutter her fingers about at every diner in the room. Graciously the men smirked and the women glared with distaste. Regardless Monica was pleasant toward them.
Dancing her way to a booth in the back of the eating area she leans over the table as if brushing off the table top. Her dress rode even higher. Lingering too long Shane reaches her and slaps her on the ass. It was still tender from her night at "Holly's". The impact made her exhale a deafening squeal.
"Ouchie!" She stands erect and rubs her ass carefully.
"Don't get us thrown out of here." Shane whispers.
"Not going to behave." She sticks her tongue out at him.
Holden finally makes his way to the table with the food tray. The second he arrives Shane nudges Monica to scoot over into the booth. All three took a seat.
The boys dug in wolfing their dinner down. For once they tried not to notice whatever Monica might be doing. She was at least nibbling at her fries. Content that her belly had something substantial in it.
Evil eyes were examining the room about her. Monica wanted to tease but knew the women about her would object if she went too far. Finally, she ate her burger.
Five minutes later Monica notices a tall White male in his mid 30's behind the front counter. By his actions it was easy enough to tell he was the Restaurant Manager. Her eyes flare up when she notes he and the Fry cook looking her direction. Obviously the younger man had let him in on Monica's tantalizing arrival. A flutter from Monica's fingers acknowledged the Manager's attention. He grinned and offered a simple nod. Work then continued leaving her to pout.
Shane realized after she waved at the Manager that the Man had no interest in stepping out into the eating area and tell her to straighten up or leave. Still both boys sweated at the others gaze.
"I have to go potty." Monica shivers at a sudden chill.
The boys grit their teeth afraid to let her out of the booth. She raises an eye brow to offer her mental attitude.
"Fine! I'll just go under."
Monica eases her body sideways to crawl beneath the table. Once beneath the boys tense up due to Monica rubbing their crotches on her way through. The second she stops they turn their vision toward the others eating. All eyes were studying them.
Holden went so far as to shrug and frown. Shane however nodded with ego at her ventured hand.
On her knees she shuffles to escape the table. As she stands facing the tables around them she hops in step. Her 34DDD's bouncing about. Her palms giddily halt their movement as she shrinks trying to feign a blush. It was a failed attempt the second she crushed her tits together.
Prancing around to spot the restrooms she wiggled her way toward the counter. The Manager stood near the register beside the young redheaded boy. They watched her with devoted eyes. The boy was beet red trying to appear in control of his emotions.
The Manager kept cool and smirked as she walked by. Again she flutters her fingers with an innocent but oh so guilty look in her eyes. Again Monica gently lifts her hemline to only reveal her lower cheeks. A mere tantalizing at best. She wanted to make sure the Manager wasn't going to stop her for her actions.
In the side hallway leading to the restrooms Monica spots a side door from the Prep center open up. Out stepped the black man on a mission. He times his departure to coincide her arrival.
"Oopsie!" She stops cold to avoid the door.
The man eyes her from head to toe.
"Mmm! Mmmm! You are too fine." He puckers with admiration.
Monica sheepishly grins up at his 5'7 stature.
"You just want to see my ass again." She wiggles an index finger toward him.
