Neeling on a Filthy Nasty Floor

Author's Notes: This story has been posted to Literotica.Com with the full knowledge of the original author, JimBob44. No part or whole of this story may be reprinted in any other format or on any other web site without the express written consent of the original author.

Any and all persons engaging in any sexual activity are at least eighteen years of age.

This story has been edited by myself with the use of Microsoft Spell-check. You have been forewarned; expect to find mistakes.

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"Oh! I want one!" the hostess squealed as Jimmy Schmidt approached her station.

Jimmy smiled; he couldn't believe he'd been able to find the 24 ounce coffee mug with the plush Kewpie 'Cupid' doll peeking over the rim. The mug itself was cardinal red with small pink and white hearts scattered all about the exterior of the mug. Valerie's Notions had nearly half of their store dedicated to Valentine's Day; cards, trinkets, keepsakes and large candy filled hearts. And this mug had been the very last mug on the shelf.

"Reservation for two? Jimmy Schmidt," Jimmy said happily, shifting the extremely large heart under an arm.

"Hmm; yes sir; Schmidt; six thirty," the hostess verified with a dazzling smile.

She looked into the dining area with an experienced eye. Looking at the handsome young man she again smiled her dazzling smile.

"It'll be about another five, ten minutes, Mr. Schmidt," the young blonde said. "You may wait in the bar if you wish?"

"Hmm? No, no, this is fine," he said, walking to a padded bench in the foyer of Lanza's Mediterranean Dining.

The hostess called out a last name and three people rose to their feet. Jimmy placed the large chocolate candy filled heart onto the vacated bench next to himself, but clutched the ceramic mug carefully.

Now seated, Jimmy took a moment to look around at the dark, elegant restaurant. The sounds from the dining room were muted, quiet conversations, soft clinking of silverware against plates, glasses being filled. The smells were indescribable; Jimmy had no idea what Mediterranean cuisine was, but the smells had his stomach rumbling slightly and his mouth filling with excess saliva.

He pulled his cell phone out of his trousers' pocket and sent a text message. He studied the screen intently, waiting for a reply.

"Mr. Schmidt?" the hostess said, returning to her podium.

"Wow, that was quick," he smiled, getting to his feet. "Thought you said..."

"No, no, your table's not ready yet," she quietly said. "But Mr. Schmidt? Lanza's does have a dress code. Jacket and tie is required, sir."

"Oh, I uh, I didn't know," Jimmy said, blushing in embarrassment. "See my girlfriend wanted to..."

"Sir, you, you're about a forty regular?" she asked, opening a small closet next to the podium.

"I uh, I guess," Jimmy shrugged as she pulled a navy blue jacket from a cloth hanger.

"Try this on?" she asked, smiling reassuringly at him.

He stuffed his cell phone into his pants' pocket and approached the podium. The jacket was a tad snug across his muscled arms. She nodded with approval as he stood, feeling quite awkward. She then pulled a blue and gray striped tie from the depths of the closet and closed the door.

"I uh, I don't..." he whispered, adorable freckles obscured by his heavy blush.

She beckoned him closer and he stepped up. With surprising dexterity, she looped the tie around his neck and performed a Windsor knot. Smiling at her handiwork, she waved him to his seat.

"Oh! For me? Oh you shouldn't have!" an attractive Asian-American woman enthused, sitting next to the large heart on the bench.

The handsome older man smiled at his date and whispered the name to the hostess. He then turned and took a seat on the bench across from Jimmy.

"Delaney, leave him alone," the man playfully ordered his date.

"Accountants are no fun," Delaney playfully pouted to Jimmy but did get to her feet and sit next to her date.

"But financial advisors are a barrel of laughs?" he asked and she smiled widely.

"Absolutely," she nodded, her long black hair shimmying with her emphatic nod.

Jimmy was barely listening to the couple playfully squabbling. Daria had responded to his text message. She said she was a few minutes away and asked if he would order a bottle of wine. She even typed out the name of the wine. Jimmy saved the message; he knew he'd never be able to pronounce the nineteen letter name of the wine.

"Oh, well, I might not be as fun as a financial advisor, but I am a great accountant," he smiled.

"Oh no. Don't," she playfully whined.

Jimmy typed a response and put the phone back into his pocket. He again looked around the décor of the small but comfortable foyer. His eyes landed on the legs of the attractive young woman seated across from him. Slowly, her legs shifted.

"Young man," the accountant smiled at Jimmy.

"Yes sir?" Jimmy asked, tearing his eyes from the very attractive young woman's golden brown legs; her short dress left her legs exposed to mid-thigh.

"Do you know the difference between a good accountant and a great accountant?" the smiling man asked.

"I'm going to leave. You hear me? I'm going to get up and walk right out of here," Delaney threatened, laughing.

"I uh, no, no sir," Jimmy said.

"A good accountant will tell you that two plus two equals four," the man said, holding Delaney's hand in his large paw to prevent her exit. "A great accountant will tell you, 'what do you want it to equal?'"

"That's not funny," Delaney exclaimed, laughing.

"Cute," Jimmy agreed, smiling.

"Where do you work?" the accountant asked politely.

"Me? Oh, I work at Garland's Dairy," Jimmy said proudly. "I'm in loading."

"That right? Do you like it?" the man asked.

"You kidding? It's the best," Jimmy enthused. "I couldn't ask for a better place to..."

"Must have got a hell of a bonus," the man suggested, his eyes sweeping the elegant surroundings.

"Huh? Oh, oh no sir," Jimmy said. "But Daria? My Girlfriend? Said she had a big message for me and wanted to tell it to me here. I'm just waiting for her; she's been wanting to eat here for forever so..."

"A big message?" Delaney asked.

"Stop it," the man said, noticing the flushed look on Jimmy's face.

"See? Accountants are no fun," Delaney giggled, taking her sweet time in closing her legs.

Now that he was no longer looking at Delaney's bare pussy, Jimmy was able to look up at the faces of the two patrons. For a brief second, his eyes did sweep down again, hoping for a second look at Delaney's sparse patina of straight black hairs, her light pink inner lips, slick with moisture.

"Yes ma'am. I, uh, I'm pretty sure I already know what it is," Jimmy said. "See, last time I was over at her house? I uh, in the bathroom's garbage can? I seen a pregnancy test and it was positive so..."

"Well, congratulations. Or is it condolences?" the man said and helped Delaney to her feet when the hostess called for 'Allen? Table for two?'

Jimmy got to his feet when the hostess returned to the podium. He showed the blonde the text message and she quickly rifled through a wine list. She double-checked the listing then quietly said she would place the order for the bottle when Daria arrived.

"Well, I, uh, I mean, wouldn't it be romantic if it was already waiting, you know, don't you have to let it breathe and..." Jimmy suggested.

"When she gets here. Sir, Mr. Schmidt, it'll actually have more impact if she would be seated and have the wine appear without it just sitting there," she suggested.

"Yeah, I, yeah, I mean, you, you see this all the time," Jimmy conceded.

He sent Daria another message a few minutes later. Another happy couple entered the foyer and the hostess seated them immediately. A large group of people left within moments of each other. Another trio came in and had just settled onto the bench across from Jimmy when the hostess called them forward and seated them.

"Ma'am? I uh, I've been sitting here; those people just got here and you've already seated them?" Jimmy asked, then hurriedly dug his cell phone out of his pants when it gave a small buzz.

"Yes sir," the young blonde agreed, not smiling.

Again, Daria assured Jimmy she was on her way; she'd be there before he knew it. She asked if he'd ordered the wine; it was her favorite wine. She also requested a dozen oysters for an appetizer.

The hostess led him to a small table near the kitchen entrance. Jimmy looked around at the elegant dining room, the starched white table cloths and the heavy silverware on burgundy linen napkins. A very attractive waitress quietly greeted Mr. Schmidt and poured a glass of ice water for him. She assured him she would be right back and walked to the hostess. The hostess and the waitress engaged in a hurried conversation before the hostess returned to the foyer.

Jimmy took a moment to arrange Daria's large box of chocolates and the adorable ceramic mug with Kewpie Cupid doll so that Daria would not be able to miss the tokens of his love for her. Satisfied with his setting, Jimmy sat in the very plush, very comfortable seat and again looked around the restaurant's dining area.

Jimmy sent Daria another text message, letting her know he'd been seated. She again inquired about the wine and the oysters. He assured her they would be waiting for her.

"Here you are sir," the waitress said, placing a plate of fresh vegetables, some cold meats and some wedges of crusty bread in front of him.

There were three small bowls of soft cheeses or spicy sauces to spread onto the wedges of bread. The aroma from the meal was intoxicating but Jimmy hesitated.

"We will provide a serving for your date when she arrives," the waitress assured Jimmy, a soft hand resting on his broad shoulder.

With that, Jimmy did give in to temptation. He fought down the urge to groan his approval; the bread was exquisite, the cheese was pungent but not overly so. The meats; he wasn't sure what kind of animal it might be, but the taste was very pleasing to the palate.

""That, this, this is so good," Jimmy enthused as the waitress refilled his goblet of ice water.

Thirty minutes later, after a trip to the bathroom, Jimmy was looking around and wondering what the holdup might be. Daria should have arrived by now. His pocket gave a soft buzz and he pulled the cell phone from his pocket.

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When his first text had come in, Daria read the message and giggled. She put the cell phone back on the low dresser and continued to search for the perfect outfit for that night's date. She was a firm believer in the 'make them wait' philosophy.

"Answering a text right away shows desperation," Daria smirked.

She decided on the pink dress with corset bodice. Her smoke gray stay-up stockings with the seam along the back of the legs and her pink pumps with the five inch heels would be perfect accents to the sexy dress.

She plugged the steamer in and hung the dress so that the appliance could take any wrinkles out. As she always did, Daria paused in front of her mirror to admire herself.

At five feet, five inches, she was at a perfect height. Her thick chestnut brown hair hung down to her sweetly rounded buttocks. Her ice blue eyes could be smoldering with desire or coldly dispassionate, depending on her mood.

Her 36DD breasts sat high and proud on her chest. Each lightly tanned hillock was capped with rust red areolae that were slightly larger than a silver dollar coin. Her nipples were fat nubs that stuck straight out nine-sixteenths of an inch when aroused, threatening to rip through any blouse and bra she might be wearing.

Her waist was 29 inches around and sloped perfectly into her 34 inch hips. Her thighs were her only weak spot; they were chubby and no amount of lifts or squats or crawls seemed to be able to whittle so much as one inch from them.

"Jesus, girl, you are just made for fucking," Mr. Perry, her American History teacher had declared.

That had been bad enough; to hear such a declaration from an adult, a male authority figure. But she had been in middle school when Mr. Perry made that proclamation.

In time, she learned how to use this fact to her advantage. Daria became very adept at hinting at but not delivering any hinted at pleasures. And when she did finally deliver, Daria learned she liked sex. She did not like men but she did like what they could provide. Money. And cock.

She did not like women. They were either competition for her or they were so weak-willed and needy. And the few that did not fit into either category were just bitches. In time, she learned how to use most of the women she'd come in contact with.

Now, at nineteen years of age, Daria had decided she needed to be more focused on her future. Of course, this revelation had come when her mother announced her engagement to Dr. Patel. The man made Daria's skin crawl; he was ugly and had an extremely misogynistic view of women. But finding a husband was nearly impossible with her reputation.

She'd managed to find Jimmy Schmidt, a handsome and very malleable young man that doted on her to the point of absurdity. Daria had to admit, Jimmy had a very nice, very thick cock and certainly knew how to use it. His docile and trusting nature, however, made her detest him.

Then, there was Brian Cox. The twenty eight year old man was an attorney; a somewhat unscrupulous attorney. Daria knew a good attorney made a good living. A bad attorney made a great living.

Dress and shoes selected, Daria sent a message to Jimmy, letting him know she was on the way. Then she sent a message to Brian and included a quick shot of her naked breasts.

Sinking into her steaming bubble bath, Daria took extra care with her razor. Legs and arm pits nice and smooth, Daria hesitated for a moment, then whisked away the scruff of brown pubic hair that capped her plump pubic mound. Cocking her leg up, she also made sure her anus was nice and pretty.

She'd convinced Brian that she was an anal virgin and he'd leapt at the chance to deflower her. Tonight, she would give him access to her back door. Brian was not as well-endowed as Jimmy. He certainly was not as attentive to her needs as Jimmy. But Jimmy worked at Garland's Dairy, making slightly more than minimum wage.

"So, he needs to get the message," Daria smirked, applying lotion to her flawless skin. "Bye bye Jimmy."

She knew if she simply told Jimmy to get lost, he would pull out all the stops, trying to win her heart. No, the message had to be decisive and complete. After receiving the message, Jimmy would not want to vie for her affection. He would accept his dismissal and would crawl away to lick his wounds.

"Sorry, Jimmy but nice guys finish last," Daria smirked asking him to order a bottle of wine.

She'd looked at the on-line menu for the very expensive Mediterranean restaurant. Even as jades as she was, the prices made her sculpted eyebrows rise. The wine list also made her whistle. Finding a five hundred dollar wine among the listing, Daria demanded that Jimmy order that wine for their table.

"Be there in a minute," Daria responded to Jimmy's latest message.

Standing nude in front of her mirror, Daria took a moment to admire her glistening body. Then she began the task of styling her hair. Ten minutes later, she applied her makeup. With a giggle, she sent another text message to Jimmy. She demanded a dozen oysters as an appetizer; the price of the appetizer was more than most meals would cost.

Hair and makeup done to perfection, Daria dressed. The pink dress was perfect and showed her creamy cleavage to maximum advantage.

Sending Jimmy another text message, assuring him she was almost there, Daria sent Brian another teasing message, hinting at her freshly shaved pussy. With one more look at her bewitching reflection, Daria left her bedroom.

She was just in time to see her mother, a stunning brunette with a stunning figure and the grotesque Dr. Patel preparing to leave the home. Dr. Patel did not even attempt to hide his look of appraisal at Daria's dress and cleavage.

With a cloud of perfume and cheap after-shave following them, they were gone. Daria waved the offending odor away; she did not want to smell of their scent when Brian came to fetch her.

Jimmy's text message assured her the wine and the oysters were waiting for her arrival. With a slight giggle, Daria looked through the living room window at the street outside of her mother's home. Then she tapped out her response to Jimmy.

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Jimmy smiled when Daria's message arrived. He read her words, asking him if he remembered she had said she had a big message for him. He replied in the affirmative.

"You spent a lot of money for tonight's date, didn't you?" her message asked.

Jimmy had to agree; this evening would wind up costing him nearly a week's salary. It was money he could ill afford to spend; since meeting the beautiful girl, he'd been draining his bank account and running up his charge card. But such a beautiful, sweet, loving girl like Daria...

"Well?" she sent.

"Well? Well what?" Jimmy said out loud.

"Got the message yet, loser?" she replied.

Jimmy stared at the hurtful words. Before he could formulate a response, her next message flashed.

"Spent all that money and you'll still never be good enough for me," Daria said, including a series of laughing emojis and a 'middle finger' emoji.

"Message received," Jimmy responded.

He then blocked Daria's number. Using the soft, absorbent burgundy napkin, Jimmy wiped his eyes. Then he waved his waitress over.

"Yes sir?" she asked, sympathetic look on her face.

"I uh, I need to settle up my bill, please," Jimmy whispered, the lump in his throat making it difficult to talk.

"Bill? Mr. Schmidt, there is no bill," she smiled softly. "Have a pleasant evening; hope we see you again, sir."

"But, but, I, I had that appetizer and..." Jimmy argued.

"It has already been taken care of, Mr. Schmidt," she assured him, indicating the hostess.

"Oh," Jimmy said.

He left a sweaty twenty and crumpled, well-worn ten on the table for the very friendly, very attentive waitress. Looking around the restaurant, he saw a few sympathetic faces; apparently his humiliation had been evident. He saw Delaney and her companion had coffee and dessert in front of them. Both were looking at him, soft smiles of understanding on their faces.

"Here, Ms. Delaney; I hope you enjoy these," Jimmy said, giving her the large box of chocolates.

"Best of luck to you, young man," her date said softly.

"Thank you, sir. It was very nice meeting the two of you," Jimmy said.

"Leaving, Mr. Schmidt?" the hostess asked as Jimmy stepped from the dining area to the foyer.

"Here. Happy Valentine's Day," Jimmy said, handing her the large coffee mug.

"Oh! Oh, thank you! I, I love it," she smiled her dazzling smile.

"Oh! Oh damn, almost forgot!" Jimmy actually laughed, turning and shrugging out of the jacket.

"Hmm? Oh! I almost forgot too?" she laughed, putting her mug down and assisting him out of his jacket.

"Thank you. This, uh, this has been a, well, it's been a memorable Valentine's Day," he said as he worked the tie from around his neck.

"I, I'm sorry it didn't work out," she quietly said.

"You know what? I, I'm not," Jimmy said, nodding his head for emphasis.

"Sir? Mr. Schmidt?" the hostess asked just before Jimmy reached the door of the restaurant.

"Yes?" he asked, smiling softly.

"I uh, we usually get out of here by nine thirty," she said. "After? A bunch of us go to the Newhart's on Burster Drive."

"Oh?" he asked, slightly puzzled.

"No big deal," she assured him. "Just, you know, get some coffee; their cinnamon buns are to die for..."

"I uh, oh, okay," he said.

"Maybe we'll see you there?" she suggested and greeted a new arrival to the foyer.