Excellent Customer Service

Miss Jill stood dumbstruck in the kitchen doorway. Certainly, she did not expect any customers to still be in the dining room, and definitely not one being serviced by her entire staff. She was at least five foot ten in her high-heeled shoes with long dancer's legs. Her skirt was a few inches above her knees as is the current fashion. She was dressed conservatively in a grey suit, which was to be expected for her position. Her business attire could not hide her shapely body. Her breasts were easily as large as Gina's. Her waist narrowed perfectly over her flaring hips. Her straight blonde hair cascaded to the middle of her back. Even from forty feet away, her azure eyes beckoned me.

I stood up and went to her. She stepped back and found her retreat blocked by a wall. "My name is Chuck," I said holding out my hand to her.

"I'm Jill, the manager," she said nervously. "What's going on here?" She wouldn't shake my hand, so I let it fall to my side.

"My wife found Armand attractive," I said. "We couldn't persuade him to follow us home, so she opted to take on the whole crew instead. Isn't she beautiful?"

"Ah...yeah...she's pretty."

"She sure is having fun."

"This really isn't proper. I should fire all of them. This is a respectable restaurant."

"What time does this shift come to work?"

"Four o'clock. Why?"

I looked at my watch. "It's eleven-thirty. You would have sixteen and a half hours to interview, hire, and train seven new people. Do you think you could do that?"

"You've got to be kidding."

"If you fired all of them, that's what you would have to do." I gestured at Gina and her eager crew of lovers. "Have you ever done anything like that?"

"Are you crazy? That's perverted."

"Can't you stand that much attention?"

"It's not that. I can't sleep with those men; they work for me."

"Would you like a closer look? There's no rule against looking, is there?"

"No." She tentatively took a step away from the wall. "Doesn't it bother you to have all those men...ah..what's the word I want?"

"Fucking?"

"Yeah. Fucking. They're all fucking your wife." She took another step. I put my hands in my pockets.

"She's loving it. That's what counts." The waiter was replaced by the chef between Gina's open legs. Jill looked at me half in fear, half with desire.

"They're just using her."

"Actually, she is using them. Unlike women, men are not multi-orgasmic. This is the closest a woman can get to having a multi-orgasmic man. Instead of having to wait an hour or more for me to recover from a climax, she can switch cocks and keep going."

"It does sound like fun. I don't know how I'd get a group of men together for something like that."

"I see seven volunteers."

"I'm their boss. They wouldn't respect me anymore."

"My secretary and I screw after working hours regularly. I respect her abilities, and she's very loyal to me. To really get ahead in business, you need a loyal staff backing you up. You all succeed as a team. The chef depends on the dishwasher to provide him with clean equipment and china to service the meals. The waiters need him to get the food ready to serve. He needs the waiters to provide him with orders to make a living. They all need you for general direction. You need them to keep the place running smoothly. Lose any one individual, and the rest of the team suffers."

"I guess you're right, but how do I get their attention? She has them completely to herself." I stood behind her and put my arms around her waist. The bulge in my pants nested between her ass cheeks. Gina climaxed loudly as the chef shot his load into her dripping pussy. Another waiter quickly took his place inside her. Jill placed a hand on my bulging pants. "Would she be angry if I started with you, then switched to them?" I opened the buttons of her suit jacket. Her breasts were supported by a lacy white bra that hooked in front. I released her melons from their prison. Her nipples were hard under my hands. She hooked an arm around my neck and pulled my lips to hers. Not being one to argue with a horny woman, I kissed her neck first on one side, then the other. "You didn't answer my question." She was sighing rather than breathing.

"She'd love it. She likes watching me too."

Jill faced me and tugged off my tie. My suit jacket landed on a chair in the middle of the dining room. Her jacket and bra joined it. Slowly she unbuttoned my shirt. Her lips on my bare chest sent a tingle down to my loins. I felt very close to losing control as she kisses my nipples. The restraint of my pants on my cock was almost painful. Eventually she unbuckled my belt and lowered my pants. After she untied my shoes and helped me out of them and my socks, I stepped out of my bunched up trousers. My briefs were close to being torn by my dick. Instead of pulling them down, she nibbled on my balls and pecker through them. Between Jill's ministrations and my watching Gina in action, I was ready to blast off. I grabbed Jill's arms and pulled her to her feet. I unzipped her skirt and let it drop to the floor. Her panties went to her ankles in a flash. I picked her up and carried her to the booth beside the one Gina was in. Carefully I placed her on the table.

Her pussy oozed feminine nectar when I put my tongue in her slit. She tasted as sweet as Gina. It would have been very difficult to identify each of them by their juices alone. I licked the length of her gash starting from her tunnel entrance and going up past her clit on her left and returning down on her right. She trembled slightly with each caress of her nubbin. She draped her legs over my shoulders. My hands reached up to knead her breasts while I feasted on her furry taco. When I placed my lips on her clit she gasped with delight. A moment later I began humming. Her thighs squeezed my ears against my skull. She let out a shriek of passion.

I pulled my hands away from her boobs to caress her flat tummy. I sensed, rather than felt, a presence on either side of me. Glancing up I saw Armand kissing her left breast and another waiter sucking her rigid right nipple. "Yes," she hissed, "this is marvelous." I straightened up and inserted my rod into her love tunnel. A sharp gasp greeted me. I began thrusting. The sight of the other two men nursing her hooters drove me into a frenzy. My loins tightened, and my seed flew through my shaft into her womb. Jill's muscles gripped me and held me in place until her climax passed. Fighting for breath, I backed out of her. The chef roughly shoved me aside and jammed his meat into her dripping hole.

One waiter remained with Gina. He banged away in her while keeping an eye on the action in the next booth. Slowly I made my way over to her. I gave her a passionate kiss as she reached another climax. My fingertips traced a circle around one rock hard nipple while I sucked on the other one. The waiter arched his back and froze with his dick buried completely inside her. He added his seed to the bucketful draining from her cunt. The moment his hips stopped jerking, he pulled out of her and ran to the other booth.

Gina smiled as she sat up. "Where did they all go?" she asked.

"You have some competition," I said pointing to the next booth.

"Who's that?"

"That is Miss Jill."

"The tyrant they're afraid of?" Jill let out a scream as she wrapped her legs around the man inside her. "She's as hot blooded as I am. How could they be scared of a woman they all fuck?"

"This is their first time. It took some talking to get her started. As you can see, I haven't lost my touch."

"You're still the charmer. Let's get dressed. They won't miss us if we let ourselves out."

"Don't I get a turn?"

"You'll get yours at home. I haven't had a gangbang in six months. I'm a little out of practice. We can use the tablecloth to clean me with. They will have to change it anyway."

"Lay back down and I'll take care of everything."

Gina reclined on the table and let out a sigh of relief. I picked up a corner of the tablecloth and wiped her thighs. She gasped when I rubbed the cloth over her pussy. "That's a little rough," she said. She gasped again when I put my mouth over her cunt and sucked at the cum draining from her tunnel. "What do you think you're doing?"

"We gotta get that stuff out of there or you'll be dripping all over the car seat."

I put my face back and lapped at the tangy white sauce between her thighs. The more I licked, the more juice flowed. I could only see one way to get her emptied out. My tongue dragged up one side of her gash past her clit and down the other side. She jerked spasmodically when my tongue passed her nubbin. There was more sperm to be cleaned up when I got back to her pussy entrance. Because there was more left inside her, I retraced my path up and down her labia. A couple mini-orgasms pushed more out, but there was a lot left. It was time to get serious. Once more my tongue ascended to Gina's joy button. This time I wrapped my lips around it and sucked on it. Her breathing quickened. I hummed and her hips bucked like an unbroken horse. Cum shot out all over my chin and neck. Her legs pinned my head in place. I became silent after I couldn't feel any more semen squirt against me.

"That's cheating," Gina said trying to catch her breath.

"It worked," I said as I wiped my neck and chin with a napkin.

Jill was entertaining the fourth man between her legs when we let ourselves out the front door.

Although we were a bit apprehensive, we returned to the same restaurant a couple of weeks later. We weren't sure if we'd be allowed back, but we went anyway. The worst that could happen would be that we were thrown out. The greeter escorted us to the same booth we had occupied before. Armand came to take our drink order. His eyes widened as he recognized us. "It is so nice to see you again," he said. "Miss Jill will want to know you are here. Would you care for something to drink? Perhaps some white wine for the lady and a scotch for you, sir?"

"That sounds perfect," I said. "You have a good memory."

As he dashed away, Gina turned to me and said, "I wonder what Miss Jill wants with us."

"It looks like she has the same staff," I said. "It can't be anything bad. Maybe she wants another after-hours party."

"You dream a lot. Maybe she wants to tell us to get lost herself."

We looked across the dining room and saw her approaching us. Instead of the somber suit she wore two weeks before, she wore a pink cocktail dress that almost didn't cover her bottom and displayed her creamy cleavage prominently. She had our drinks on a tray. "I am glad to see you two again," she said as she served us our drinks. "May I join you for a minute?"

"Of course," I said. She set the drink tray on the table and sat down beside me.

"I was afraid you'd never come back," she began folding her hands. "I want to thank you for opening my eyes. I'm not talking about the sex, although that was a real eye-opener, but about what you said, Chuck, about teamwork. I saw each member of the staff differently before as totally unrelated units. I didn't see the connections. It came to me on that table when the guys were all working together for one purpose, which was to make me cum as many times as possible. Of course they were concerned about their own pleasure as well, but I was their common target."

"That's wonderful," Gina said. "How many more staff parties have you had?"

"We haven't had any more group sessions," Jill said. "I have taken each of them home with me and have gotten to know them a lot better, and not just in bed. They're really a great bunch of guys. I've started an 'Employee of the Week' program. I'm the prize."

"That sounds like a good incentive program," I said.

"There must be a way I can thank you."

"You can take Chuck home some night," Gina said.

"I'd like that," I said.

"I might take you up on that. Tonight, however, you are my guests." Armand came back at that moment. Jill stood up and took his hand in hers. "Make sure they are stuffed when they leave," she told him.

"You heard your boss," Gina said. "You are supposed to stuff me."

Jill turned his face toward her with her fingertips and gave him a quick kiss. "Remember, excellent customer service comes first."