Susan worked at a diner on the outskirts of the town. The pay wasn't that good but the tips made up for it. The truckies who stopped there tended to be a generous lot. The trouble was, on this particular day there were no truckies. Or tourists, or families out for a drive, or anyone. It was, Susan mused, about the deadest day she'd ever worked.
She was quite please when a sedan drew up and three young men hopped out. Finally, some customers. Hmm. Three young men, she thought. Not normally the best of tippers but with a little incentive. . .
An undone button and a bit of cleavage worked wonders in producing nice tips. Susan undid an extra button. She thought for a moment. There was no-one else at the diner. Why not give them a decent cleavage to admire. It should result in a decent tip. A second button was popped open.
The men sat at a table and she brought the menus over, making sure she leaned forward when she placed the menus on the table. She also came back with a complimentary bottle of water and some glasses, it being a hot day outside. Naturally she had to lean forward to put the bottle and glasses down, smiling inwardly, knowing the men were looking.
She took their orders and passed them on to the cook. While he was doing the meals she prepared the drinks that they'd ordered and took them to the table, making sure her charms were noticed.
"Bit slow today is it, love?" one of the men asked, sounding amused.
"Yes. It is a bit. You're about the only customers I've had today."
"Ah. Is that why you're showing the extra cleavage? Trolling for tips?"
"Excuse me?" Susan felt quite indignant. "I don't know what you mean?"
"Let me put it this way," the man said. "I was here last week and you were wearing the same outfit. It was a busy day and your blouse was buttoned all the way up to here." He tapped the top of his chest to indicate.
Susan felt herself blushing. "Yes, well a little cleavage does tend to generate a better tip," she admitted.
Smiling the man nodded, conceding the point, then he gestured, indicating she should lean closer. Susan obliged, knowing he was looking, an amused smile on her face.
"Thought so," she heard him say, and to her surprise he reached out and flicked open the front catch to her bra, spilling her breasts out and putting on display considerable more breast than she had intended. She gave a little squeak, hands flying to her breast, intending to refasten the clip.
"No. Leave it like that," the man said quickly. "You're not really showing everything and that much cleavage will get you an even bigger tip, I assure you."
The other two men were laughing and nodding and, even though she found herself blushing, Susan left the bra undone, mentally reminding herself to do it up if anyone else entered the diner. As a private joke between her and a customer it was OK but not for the general public.
Susan finished serving her customers with the bra unclipped, making sure she didn't bend too low when attending to them. Showing a lot of cleavage was one thing. Dangling her full breast was something else again.
As the end of the meal approached, the men sitting back and enjoying their post dinner coffee, Susan fetched the bill. Only two of the men were currently at the table and she assumed that the third had gone to the men's room or stepped outside for a cigarette. She leaned over and placed the bill on the table, giving the men one last look at her cleavage, and promptly received a shock.
A hand pressed against her back, forcing her to bend a little lower than intended. At the same time another hand slipped under her dress and started rubbing her mound through her panties. She gasped and gave a rather spasmodic jerk, trying to stand up, but finding the hand on her back was firm.
"Don't worry. Just let it happen," said the man who had mentioned her cleavage and was now standing behind her. "You'll find that you're about to earn a really good tip."
Susan froze, wondering whether to call Cookie or not. He'd make the men back off. Then she relaxed slightly. A little bit of groping wouldn't hurt her and at least she'd get a damned good tip out of it.
She had second thought when she felt her panties slide down but bit her lip and thought firmly of the tip. Besides, she had to admit that he wasn't actually hurting her. Strictly speaking she was rather enjoying it, or would be if she'd agreed to it, she told herself.
When he stretched her lips apart slightly she thought nothing of it, right up to the moment she felt his cock slipping between them. Before she could react his cock was deep inside her and getting deeper by the second.
Now she did protest.
"Hey, what do you think you're doing? I didn't agree to this."
"Well, you didn't say not to, either. Now it's just a little late to be saying no, don't you think?"
Susan had to admit he had a point. Once a cock was in you it was rather late to say don't put that thing in me. Before it enters was the time. Before her panties went down, she guessed. Cursing softly to herself she started moving in time with her customer.
