"She probable already test ran them for you so make sure you get the play by play."
"I think I can handle that part on my own."
The same cold stare she gave her mom earlier was zeroed in on Sam. He didn't buckle. Nor break. He met her with the same stare of his own and made it up in his mind he was going to fuck the shit out of Chanel. He turns away and walks to the restaurant determined to control his life how he wants it. No one, not Dinah, not Chanel, or Stacey is going to take control.
The next day, Dinah returned to her dad's house to grab some clothes and personal thing to take back to her mom's apt. She left her keys at the restaurant and had to go to the back door to get inside. She passes the garage and looks up. She sees Chanel staring at her wearing nothing but towel. The sunlight hits the glisten water on her snow-white skin creating an illusion fresh powder snow on the French alps. Even with the towel covering her perky breast, you can still see how hard they are. Something inside Dinah snapped and she rushes for the door into the apt. Even though she is a thick woman, it's more muscle since she played sports thru high school. She still can outrun most women and guys in her current state. By the time Chanel realized what's going on and sprint to lock the door, Dinah was halfway up the stairs taking them three at a time. She trained on these steps so she knows how long it will take to reach the top. Chanel reaches the door, but it was too late. Dinah burst thru the door with SWAT mentally looking for bad guys. The force and the shock from the door opening so abruptly send Chanel flying to the floor. Her towel came undone by the time she hit the floor. The rush of cold air perked her nipples diamond hard. Whether its fear or arousal, Chanel started leaking some love juice out of her pussy. Like a jungle cat stalking its prey, Dinah slowly inched her way toward Chanel. Chanel crawled away from her fearing for her life. She can't call for help because the windows are soundproof, and the apartment is facing away from the road. Chanel makes one last desperate attempt to escape. But Dinah grabs her by the arm and throws her on the bed. She immediately pounces on her pinning her down. Chanel struggles but with the weight advantage to Dinah, she was doomed.
"Please don't hurt me. I have a few days left and I am going home. I'll leave Sam alone, I promise."
"I don't believe you. You ruined everything for me this summer. I finally was about to tell him how I felt and be his. But, you had to come here and fuck everything up for. Why couldn't you find some other man to whore yourself too?
"Just like you bitch, I want the best. That dark caramel got my pussy slobbering for something sweet. It isn't my fault that your too chicken or stuck in some fantasy to close the deal. I don't want him as a boyfriend, I just want him to stretch my tight little pussy out."
"Like this."
Dinah grabs the vibrator next to her and shoves it deep into her throbbing pussy. Chanel's eyes widen by the act, then rolled upwards and she lets out a euphoric moan. Dinah realized what she has done. She was so ashamed she let go of the vibrator and backed off of Chanel. Chanel sat up quickly and kissed Dinah on the lips. Dinah didn't have time to react or stop her. This warm honey feeling started to pour all over body. Fire ignited between her tights. She felt Chanel's hand inside her shorts playing with her clit. Like a master painter, she was using circular and broad strokes on Dinah's clit canvas. She would dip her brush back into the paint and continue to create a masterpiece of orgasms that Dinah was having uncontrollable. Dinah pulls her hand from her shorts and brought it up to both their lips. Like honey drench candy they slowly lick Dinah's juice off of her hand. Their tongue's intertwin between each finger and Dinah's fire raged out of control. The same fire she had for Sam wanted this porcelain-skinned, petite woman right in front of her. She pushes her back onto the bed. She strips all of her clothes off to reveal the full spectrum of an Indian goddess. Chanel's eyes widen with joy and excitement. A bronze sculpture that was perfect and imperfect at the same time. This was her David. A thick, but very toned, gorgeous woman. Muscular legs but still feminine. Perfectly shaped ass that is thicker with the restraints off. Double D breast that defies physics with Hershey kiss sized nipples. She now understands why Sam and every man that comes into the restaurant wants her. Now she's about to have her.
"Maintenant je vois pourquoi Sam est amoureux de toi" (Now I see why Sam is in love with you.)
"
ab main dekhoonga ki vah tumhen kyon chodana chaahata hai"
(Now I will see why he wants to fuck you.)
Dinah grabs her legs to pull her to the edge of the bed. She grabs the vibrator that slipped out onto the bed and slid it slowly back into her. She pulls it out of her and licks the vibe slowly, tantalizing. She's imagining that she's licking Sam's dick while he's looking down at her. She slowly inserts it into her mouth as far as she could without gagging. She hears Sam moaning as each inch stretches her small throat. As thick as the vibe was, she was able to get to the balls of vibe. Chanel flipped herself around, so her head was on the edge of the bed. She softly started kissing her thick, bronze inner thighs. Like a speakeasy her legs opened up. Chanel grabbed her thighs and lowered that dripping honeysuckle onto her thirsty tongue. For a tiny woman she had a big tongue. Starting from the top of Dinah's labia, she slowly licked her juicy pussy to it's source of wetness. Dinah stopped sucking the juice off the vibe to let out a moan and look down. She just realized Chanel was licking her pussy. She wanted to imagine it was Sam, but her tongue was too good. She moves from over her head and kisses her. She wanted the sweetness from her pussy to mix with Chanel's in their mouths. The feeling was so intense they each had a mini orgasm. Without missing a beat, they continue to kiss while Chanel lay on top of her. Chanel became a body whisperer. Every touch to Dinah's body cause her to shake, let out a moan or cum on contact. She broke away from kissing her to nibble on her nipples. Dinah let out a small yelp but had a small orgasm. Chanel tugged on the other nipple while sliding two fingers inside her soaked pussy. Dinah's body was struggling with all this sexual energy being emitted out of her body. Chanel never stayed in the same spot for long. She quickly slid down and engulf Dinah soul. Long, broad strokes matched with quick flickers across her clit made Dinah's body burn with passion. Her head was spinning. Her body was drenched in sweat and cum from all the orgasm this little woman was giving her. A second ago, she wanted to kill her. Now she is dying on her expert tongue and fingers. Suddenly, she feels something big go inside her honeysuckle. She gasped cause it too her by surprise. She sees Chanel sliding the vibe in and out her. Her eyes rolled to the back of her head, and she moans out Chanel name. She suddenly stops.
"Did I say something wrong?"
"Right now, call me Sam. That's who's fucking you right now. I will have him for one night, but you will have him forever. So say his name with each stroke of his thick cock."
With each stroke Dinah yelled Sam's name with joy. Chanel smiled as she brought pleasure to Dinah. She finally understood Dinah. She finally understood why Sam is in love with her. She felt like the bridge that will bring these two together. A perfect match made in horny heaven.
The next night was the busiest night in the restaurant since it first opened. For whatever reason, everyone decided to eat out. Not only this restaurant, but every restaurant within a mile was packed out. Wait times for tables were averaging an hour. Since Chris was still out of town, Sam wore more hats than sense. They were short staffed, and he called everyone back in to work tonight. (He had to promise a lot of rounds of drinks to the staff and cooks to come in on their off day) Fortunately, everyone was working together as a team. Waiters came in and grabbed orders for other tables to get the food out faster. Drinks were being refilled before customers asked. Tables being cleaned by staff and even helped wash dishes. Sam was so busy he didn't notice how well Dinah and Chanel were buddy buddy now. The last guest left, and each staff sat at a table and counted up their tips. 200 one shouted out. 250 another shouted. More and more random number came out and each one high fived each other. They each took out some money and put on one table. About 300 hundred. Sam grabbed the money and brought it into the kitchen. All the cooks, bussers and dishwashers shouting for joy at all the money they got. Even the hostess got extra money from all the waiters too.
"And just think, if any of you didn't come in, you wouldn't have all that money to throw around like big time spenders."
"I don't care if I made 6 dollars, I would have still come if you were picking up the tab at the bar"
"You still gonna hold me to that after all that money that was made?"
"Does a one-legged duck swim in a circle?"
"I hate you all and will remember this. Tell Charlie to start a tab in my name. Three rounds each. You alcoholics not gonna break my account again. Matter of fact, I'll call him myself."
Sam pulls out his phone to call the bar when he see's Mr. Poli walking in. He talks with the staff and see how everything turned out. The staff quickly finish up cleaning and head to the bar down the street. It's a hang out for the waiters and restaurants around the area to cooldown after hours. It's closed to public but opens for them. They all gather around and share stories of what happened in the restaurant or to them. Some hook up, some break up. Everyone left except Sam, Mr. Poli, Chanel, and surprise, Dinah. Sam and Mr. Poli went over the numbers while Dinah and Chanel were at a table talking.
"Let's go over the plan again."
