Best. Vacation. Ever.
Seriously.
Fun activities, summer sea air, nightly secret sex on an RV bed, it was all great.
The fantasy had to end eventually, though, and soon everyone was going home, which meant that Jessa, Jenny, and Rebecca all had to go back to work.
Rebecca found out something neat. Nana and Pa owned a few furniture stores, and that earned them quite a bit of money. They had decided that Jessa and Cliff's dad, Robert, would inherit the business once they were gone.
She also found out that Cliff lived around ten minutes from her home. A strangely excited phone call from her new lover boy had provided the information. "It's right there, I'm pulling in, can you see it?"
They had left their RVs at the grandparents' house. It was only Cliff's truck that made it to his lawn. He had a fairly standard manufactured house, but Cliff was proud of it, like it was the biggest mansion in the world. "Can you come over tomorrow after work?" he had asked her over the phone. "I can't wait to show you the inside. I put in a brand new carpet before we left for the beach. Plus I got a big TV and a really nice backyard."
She really did want to see inside his house. "Okay, okay. I'll come over tomorrow. Just let me get home to change clothes, okay?" Something about the idea of being screwed in her work uniform bothered her.
During work the following morning, she saw him. He checked in on things, made sure everybody was doing okay, but he stayed longer than normal. He took a table in the corner of the cafe, which wasn't really a problem, since the place wasn't too busy.
Rebecca let a fantasy play out in her silly mind. He'd ask her to sit down with her, and she'd say, "Oh no, I'm working," but he'd insist and she'd end up sitting in his lap.
Thankfully, that didn't happen.
He did ask her to get him a cup of coffee, though. She was happy to get him one, but she was worried that he'd kiss her cheek, or worse, slap her ass, in front of everyone. He didn't do that, but he did nod and thank her.
Rebecca knew he was watching her work. He didn't need to, but he was. She knew this would be more fodder for the gossip that at least some of the employees passed around like a favorite song. As long as she wasn't treated favorably, Rebecca reasoned, this was just fine. As long as she still had to work just as hard as anybody else, as long as customers were being served, as long as she didn't get any perks, this was fine.
Damn it, she was getting a little wet.
Under her black, slightly loose pants, under her panties, she felt a little bit of something, proof that she was getting aroused just from Cliff's happy eyes. He wasn't licking his lips. He wasn't making any crude gestures. He wasn't jacking off under the table like a crazed pervert. Cliff was completely innocent. Meanwhile, as Rebecca tried to be as gracious as possible to the customers, her mind was assaulted by memories of Cliff making love with her. He had said the most wonderful things to her while he touched her, held her, made her feel absolutely marvelous.
Even when she had her mouth around his dick one night at the beach, his words had been delicious.
"Oh, Sweetheart, your mouth feels so good!"
That was NOT a good thing to be thinking about when handing customers of varying ages their food. Rebecca asked them if they needed anything else.
Sugar. They wanted sugar. Okay.
Rebecca passed Cliff on her way to the kitchen. She blushed at him. He was nursing his coffee and looking so incredibly handsome as he did it. She had to pass him every time she went to or came from the kitchen. She was beginning to think he chose that table on purpose, just to annoy her, or arouse her, or both.
After a good while, Cliff finished his coffee. He didn't wait for a waitress to take his mug. He carried it into the kitchen on his own. Rebecca had a plate and a glass ready for the square bucket that the waitresses put dirty dishes in. When she tried to clean up, she ended up looking at Cliff's tight backside as he put his mug into the bucket, making little clinking sounds against other mugs. He turned around with a goofy smile. Rebecca smiled right back.
As he passed her, his hand patted her shoulder. It was a guiltless gesture, a harmless gesture, but Rebecca's pussy secretly throbbed at it.
She heard him say, "See you after work." Was he leaving? Rebecca couldn't help it. Still holding on to her dishes, she walked backwards and peeked out from the kitchen. He was leaving the place. Well, at least she could concentrate better with him gone.
***
It was around two in the afternoon, close to closing time, when the man arrived, obviously terrifying Rebecca.
She was the first waitress to see him, in broad daylight, strangely enough. He was wearing sunglasses, a dress shirt, and black slacks. A lollipop was in his mouth. She knew. She fucking knew it was watermelon flavored. It was that weird flavor that never did taste like watermelon to her, but it was so delicious, possibly her favorite candy flavor.
She had a stack of dirty dishes in her hands, but once she saw him, they fell right onto the floor. They crashed, broke, and splattered chunks of food onto some people's shoes. The startling noise resonated throughout the little cafe, frightening everyone except for the man with the watermelon lollipop dancing around in his amused grin.
Jenny was the first one to say anything. "Hey," she called out, walking over to her, touching her shoulder. "Are you alright?"
Rebecca had tears sliding down her face. She was imagining blood dripping the walls of the cafe. She was imagining Jenny pinned to the wall by only a monster's teeth.
And the man was just standing there. He didn't seem interested in taking a seat. The sunlight glittered on his exquisite blond hair, which seemed to have been cut short since she had last seen him. His perfectly straight nose was crinkling. His bleached white, flawless teeth were mocking her. His great fingers pinched the stick of his lollipop, and he spoke in his lyrical voice.
"Get your purse, Baby Doll. Papa's taking you home."
She couldn't refuse, not without somebody getting hurt.
Painfully, slowly, feeling every one of her breaths, feeling the weight of every step she took, Rebecca walked back into the kitchen. She bent down under a metal table. She got her purse from the space there. She didn't touch the tip jar, even though she knew she was owed a portion of the contents. Her fingers untied her black apron and she carefully put all the napkins and straws back to their homes. Her apron was folded neatly and placed onto the table. Her notepad and pen were placed on top of that.
Her black sneakers felt so tight as she left the kitchen, walked into the dining area, towards him, towards the man she had never wanted to see again. When she was close enough to smell that earthy aroma that was always about him, she paused. She was looking at his shiny black dress shoes. They moved to her right. Then the weight of his arm was around her shoulders.
They were walking. They were leaving the cafe. They were going to his expensive and shiny black car that was always clean on the inside. He opened the passenger side door for her.
"Hey, Blondie!"
Jessa? Oh no. Oh god no.
Rebecca couldn't help it. She took a step away and she turned to see Jessa running towards them. She had a mother fucking meat cleaver in her right hand.
