Polly was a blonde bombshell if ever there was one. She wanted to be just like Brittany Spears. So she wore her hair like Brittany, took classes to dance like Brittany, and sang along to Brittany as she drove her Mazda. Just like Brittany, Polly was a wet dream come true. She was tall, toned, and blonde. She had long legs, full lips and big tits, and now she worked in The Byways Diner with Samantha. They were in school together and graduated in '07. Sam went on to college and started working here for the summer for the extra cash. Polly did nothing after graduation except hang around with the dumb jocks from the football team. Kent Rogers was her boyfriend, son of the owner of a string of diners across the county, of which The Byways was one. And they were rich, rich, rich.
Polly and Kent had a great understanding, she sucked his cock, and he bought her presents. She spent all last summer driving around in her car (a present from Kent) as if she was invincible, but it had to end soon. His old man's connections got him a place in MIT, and he took it, dropping her like a stone as he left for university. Polly was too dumb for Uni and now she had to get a job, still, luckily Kent's old man was not beyond offering mercy to the bubbly blonde. Though rumour had it he offered a little bit more besides. Polly was working in Byways two months now and already she did less work and got paid more in tips than the other three. She wore a skirt that was a little shorter than normal and habitually "forgot" to button her blouse all the way up. Polly flirted outrageously with the customers. She batted her eyes at them, bent over their tables, and let the horny truck drivers look into her cleavage as she served them coffee. The truck drivers kept coming back, and the tips just kept rolling in. Samantha hated her, not only was she jealous of Polly's good looks but she fancied Paul and he and Bob just went around the diner with permanent hard-ons falling over each other to do Polly's work for her.
It was a day in August. The weather was so hot, the kind of hot that makes people do weird things. And Samanthas patience finally snapped...
Samantha came into the back room, wiping her hands on a towel as she looked around to get some more Diet coke. Bob and Paul were still in the front, busy with the customers. She assumed that Polly was off somewhere dodging work. She had just reached for the bottle when she heard the bump of something being knocked over and when she went to investigate she noticed that Polly was bending over one of the low tables as she searched inside a cupboard. Sam surveyed Polly's trim ass and her gorgeous legs scissoring idly as she manoeuvred herself further into the press.
"Is that you Paul," Polly cooed in the flirty voice she used on the two guys.
Her bent-over position had raised the hem of her skirt right up, giving Samantha a precious view of the blonde's long, supple, legs and the garter belt she often flashed at customers and work-mates alike. Samantha said nothing but moved a little closer to where Polly was searching the press. The blonde had obviously thought it was one of the boys in the room behind her and was trying to have a little fun teasing him. She wriggled her semi-exposed ass a little more, hoping to provoke who ever it was.
"It's hard to reach the mustard in here, do you find it "hard" Paul."
"What a clichéd double-entendre" Samantha thought to herself, how she would love to teach this bitch a lesson.
"Would you like to give me a hand," Polly said saucily again and wriggled her backside.
Samantha was taken aback, how bad could this bitch get. She turned to go in disgust before an idea came into her head. If it is a hand she wants, then she will get one. Without making a sound Samantha dipped her hand down to the smooth exposed flesh of her work-mate just above the nylon stocking band, and stroked lightly along her inner thigh.
"That's not the hand I was looking for Paul." Pollys voice was still flirty, belying her words.
