*All characters involved in sex scenes are 18 or above. Comments and feedback are welcomed. This story contains scenes of rough, reluctant, dubiously consensual, or non-consensual sex. Edited to improve story flow and cleaned up some paragraphs.*
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Dany's heart pounded as she waited anxiously for her order, her stomach fluttering with nerves and excitement. She still couldn't believe she was really going through with this. What would her friends say if they could see her now? Rent was due, and she was facing eviction. Her landlord had doubled the rent, and despite selling her guitar and pawning some jewellery, it was hopeless since her boyfriend broken up with her and moved back home.
When the buzzer finally rang, signaling her order was ready, she jumped in surprise, heat flooding her cheeks. Taking a deep breath to steady her nerves, she walked up to the counter on shaky legs.
As always, the boys working the kitchen whistled appreciatively at her approach, their eyes roving shamelessly over her curvy figure in the tight pink shorts and cropped tank top she wore. Ordinarily she would have flushed under their scrutiny and looked away, embarrassed by their blatant ogling, but today she lifted her chin and smiled at them coyly, reveling in the surge of feminine power their lustful gazes gave her.
One of the kitchen staff, an attractive dark-haired student dubbed Mark, propped himself against the counter and sent her a mischievous smile. "Aren't you a vision today," he purred, his gaze lingering on her cleavage.
Dany blushed at his boldness but met his eyes fearlessly, a playful smile dancing on her lips. "Do I?" she asked guilelessly, leaning forward to give him a better view down her top.
Mark's eyes widened, a blush creeping up his neck. For a moment he seemed at a loss for words, his mouth opening and closing soundlessly, and she felt a thrill of victory at rendering him speechless. She knew she was playing with fire, but the forbidden excitement of openly flirting with a colleague was too tempting to resist.
Finally Mark seemed to regain his composure, though his eyes still strayed to her chest as he spoke. "You look delectable enough to devour," he said, his voice husky with longing.
Dany's pulse raced at the heat in his gaze, desire and alarm warring within her. She knew she should put an end to this before things went too far, but the lust in his eyes fueled her own craving, making her bold.
Wetting her lips, she leaned in closer and lowered her voice to a sultry purr. "Is that a promise?"
For a moment Mark just stared at her, stunned by her daring, and she held her breath, wondering if she had finally gone too far. But then a slow, wicked grin spread across his face and he nodded, his eyes gleaming. "It's a guarantee."
Dany's heart skipped a beat, heat flooding her at the implication in his words, and for a moment she was tempted to drag him into the back room and take him up on that promise. But she caught herself just in time, alarm breaking through the haze of desire. What was she thinking? She couldn't do something like that at work! She grumbled under her breath, wondering what exactly was in the tea that Susan had given her just now when she was having a panic attack over becoming homeless.
Pulling back, she took a steadying breath and summoned a coy smile, hoping to play off her slip as flirtation. "Careful, I might just hold you to that," she teased, hoping he would follow her lead.
For a moment Mark's eyes narrowed, as if suspecting she was changing the game, but then he grinned and shook his head, accepting her retreat with good humor. "A guy can dream," he said, his eyes twinkling with mirth and longing.
Dany laughed, the tension easing from her shoulders. She had skated on dangerously thin ice, but she seemed to have regained her footing without plunging in. "And I'll be sure to make it a good one," she quipped, winking at him as she collected her tray.
Mark barked out a laugh, shaking his head at her daring. "You're trouble today," he accused, but the grin on his face told her he didn't really mind.
"You have no idea," she said with a coy smile, already making her way back to her customers. As she walked away, she sensed Mark's gaze on her retreating form and put an extra swing in her hips, her heart still pounding from their encounter. She knew she was playing with fire, but she couldn't deny that she enjoyed the thrill.
When she reached her table, she took a deep breath and summoned her most dazzling smile, ready to continue the charade she had begun. But her mind kept drifting back to Mark's heated promise, arousal warring with alarm, and she wondered how far she was willing to take this dangerous game.
She had replayed everything Susan had said in her mind as she walked to the table, her heart pounding wildly with a mixture of nerves, excitement, and arousal as she contemplated what she was about to do. The thrill of the forbidden, of pushing the limits and driving men to distraction, was intoxicating, and though she knew she was playing with fire, she couldn't resist.
Finally she arrived at the table and took one last steadying breath before bending at the waist with feline grace, her impossibly tight pink shorts stretching taut across the lush curves of her rear. The shorts were so tight they seemed in danger of popping at the seams, clinging to her like a second skin and leaving little to the imagination.
Usually the snug pink material stretched so tight across her bottom it seemed in danger of popping at the seams, clinging to her like a second skin and leaving little to the imagination. This wasn't actually hers, it belonged to Susan, and had actually been retired from active duty and now was a senior comfort shorts for home wear. Now, small holes had opened up in the well-worn material from frequent washing and use, many of them forming bigger holes that offered tantalizing glimpses of the silky skin beneath. But today, instead of pink material covering her most intimate area, you could see flesh-colored skin peeking through, as if the shorts had been painted on with a lousy brush.
The guys seated at the table just behind Dany's delectable derriere had the best view the restaurant had ever offered, their eyes riveted to the peekaboo display before them. They could just about see Dany's lower lips peeking out from between her legs, glistening with arousal in the soft light. They could also tell at a glance that she kept herself completely bare, a tiny sliver of her soft pink flesh exposed and vulnerable. They became very quiet, staring as hard as they dared while attempting to appear casual, barely able to contain their lust.
Meanwhile, Dany had removed all the plates for each boy, taking extra time to lean over each one and brush her chest against their shoulders as she placed their orders before them, drawing soft groans of pleasure from their lips. She stayed bent at the waist for what seemed an eternity, reveling in the feeling of their heated gazes caressing her exposed body, desire pooling low in her belly. Finally she straightened with a husky laugh, exaggerating the roll of her hips as she did so. She knew she was playing with fire, but she couldn't deny the thrill of such wanton exhibitionism. The power she held over them in that moment was intoxicating.
Finally she picked up her tray and walked back to the kitchen, well aware of the eyes hungrily devouring her retreating form, her hips swaying provocatively. She could feel the heat of their gazes like a caress, and she had to bite back a soft moan. Her entire body felt sensitized, flooded with heat and tingling arousal.
Susan had the largest smile she'd ever had, her eyes gleaming with pride at the changes she had wrought in her young protege. She was training this sweet young girl to drive men wild with desire, and it was at Dany's request! Dany had been so shy and demure when she first started, but Susan had seen the simmering passion beneath the surface, the unawakened sensuality waiting to be unleashed if given the right encouragement. A desperate need for tips to pay her rent turned out to be the fuel needed and she had nurtured that spark into a flame, coaxing Dany out of her shell until she became the wanton seductress she was born to be.
Susan pulled Dany aside, her smile widening. "I have an idea for how you can get more tips, if you're game..."
Dany flushed under the praise, a thrill coursing through her at her mentors approval and the thought of taking things even further. The forbidden thrill of driving men to distraction was intoxicating. She knew she was in too deep now to turn back, caught up in newfound passion and confidence she had discovered with Susan's encouragement and guidance. "I'm game," she said breathlessly, practically trembling with anticipation.
Susan's eyes glinted. "Perfect. Now listen closely, this is what I want you to do..."
Dany didn't fully understand why that would look better but she listened to everything Susan told her. After all, she was only here because of Susan.
It took about seven more minutes for her next food to come out. She delivered the food and now all guys were waiting in anticipation for her to bend over. This time she was pointing her rear in the other direction. All the tables that hadn't seen what happened last time now got an eyeful as her tight pink shorts gaped open again, the tiny holes forming into bigger holes, and guys were staring directly at her smooth satin pussy. Sure, they couldn't see everything, but it was by far the most tantalizing view.
Dany felt a mixture of embarrassment, arousal, and shock coursing through her body as she thought about how exposed she was. Her heart raced and her cheeks flushed a deep crimson, but at the same time she felt a growing warmth and wetness between her legs. She had never felt so naughty before, and the lustful stares of all the men were intoxicating. She noticed several of the men shifting in their seats, their arousal barely concealed. Their hungry gazes traveled up and down her body, devouring every inch of exposed flesh and imagining what was hidden from view. She could almost feel their eyes caressing her most intimate places, and she clenched her buttcheeks together as she felt another gush of wetness.
