by Amy Brent
“You say that I have courage, but you’re of the one that gives me the strength. You’ve done some nasty jobs since I’ve known you and you’ve always done them with a smile on your face. You may not have liked them, but you learned early on that a smile goes a long way. A sour disposition only gets people trying to ignore you, but if you’re friendly and courteous, then you can make some very healthy tips.” She was that spitfire with a compact body and sensuality that had guys eating out of her hand.
“I appreciate you saying that, but I really don’t believe that myself. I would love to debate this further, but both of us have jobs to go to. You need to get down to the strip cub for an 8 hour shift and I need to hightail it over to a gala an hour away from here. I’m going to have to take the bus and wearing this outfit is only going to give me the kind attention that I don’t want.” The waitress outfit was revealing, but more provocative than naughty.
The white blouse was sheer, but if I wore a bra, then it would only elude to what I had. The skirt was a uniform black. It hugged my body. It was a little snug, but it was the only size that they had that was big enough to fit me.
“I can’t describe it to you, Felicity. The only way to come close is to say that I might have an exhibitionist streak. I like the way that they look at me. I know that they can’t touch. They can pay for the honor of seeing all of it, or they can contend with only seeing what they would probably see on a beach. It takes all kinds. It doesn’t matter if they are young or old. I shake my ass in their face and they are drooling from the moment that I stand on stage. I’m not like the others and I really put on a show that is worth the price of admission.” I’d seen her hanging upside down and shimmying down that pole. It took some real skill to put on a show that was that intricate and choreographed.
It was no wonder that she was the star attraction. She was making some good bucks and I had to say that when I heard of what they were paying her, I almost fell out of my chair.
“I know that you don’t do this for strictly the money. You actually have fun and isn’t that half the battle when you are working your ass off literally and figuratively?” She winked at me, before grabbing onto her short black leather jacket and carrying the necessities for being that naughty policewoman onstage. She even had a pair of handcuffs that she used on an unsuspecting victim to draw them into her show.
“I’m not saying that the money isn’t good. Sometimes I forget all about that and I just have fun on the stage. It’s possible that I have daddy issues, but that’s for my therapist to find out.” She came over and undid the first couple of buttons on my blouse. She even turned down the collar to give me a chance at getting the kind of tips that would help me not to do this for quite some time.
My parents actually thought that I was in school, but what they didn’t know didn’t hurt them. I was happy living with Tracy. She was the only girl I knew that could take me by the hand and make me stay up, until the wee hours of the morning dancing. She had this funny way of playing with my curves. She would run her hands down over my body and have the whole dance floor with their eyes on us. It was the only time that I felt free to do what I wanted and not have to deal with the consequences.
“Felicity, you should really let me alter that outfit. I could work my magic and have them eye balling the merchandise.” What she didn’t know was that they were already looking in my direction. I looked at my watch and I knew that time was getting away from me. I could feel her hot breath on my neck and had I swung in that direction, I would have gladly let her take me for a test drive. I knew what was driving that sentiment and I hadn’t had a relationship in quite some time. Getting laid would only cause more problems than it was worth.
“I don’t suppose that I could take you out of your way to drop me off.” She came over to my computer and I showed her the address and she didn’t even hesitate. We left there together on entirely different paths with different outcomes.
Chapter two
I was mingling amongst the crowd feeling slightly claustrophobic with all of these people crammed in together in one place. I was pulling at my collar and every time that I bent down, I would look up to see some young man staring at my cleavage.
In the corner was Jason Wells. He was that charismatic baseball player that knew how to round the bases in his career and his personal life. He was not shy about his affections and I thought for a moment that he had looked at me.
I was picking up a tray of champagne, when I felt a presence behind me. A pair hands grabbed my hips and a long hard cylinder object of manly persuasion was pressed up against me. “You should really let me take you away from all of this. I could take you to paradise in between my sheets. I’ve noticed you watching me. I know what you’re thinking and believe me I’m thinking the exact same thing. I have this desire and curiosity to lift up your skirt and see if you’re wearing any panties.” I had never heard anybody speak to me with such candor.
“Um… I think that you have me mistaken for somebody else.” There was no way that this billionaire baseball player would even want to talk to me let alone sleep with me. “You might have had a little bit too much to drink. May I suggest a few cups of coffee to sober up? You really don’t know what you’re doing. If I were to sleep with you, you’d wake up in the morning regretting it.” He was still behind me and his hot tongue actually touched my ear and made me shiver down to my toes.
“I know that I should probably wait, but I really don’t care. I wanna try something new all night long with you. I want the night to turn into morning and for you to be lying right beside me in this sheen of sexual sweat from going at it like animals. I want to feel you wrapped around me with your legs cinched closed and my cock, so deep inside you that you can feel it like no one else.” My nipples were poking quite noticeably through the bra and you could even see it through the blouse.
“I’m going to save you the trouble. I’m not interested and you are definitely not my type. You’re the kind of guy that a woman wants when they want to stick it to their cheating husband or significant other. You’re not a commitment and you are that fling that makes a woman wake up in the morning regretting that walk of shame.” I don’t think that he was used to anybody talking to him like that.
He followed me around all night long. He had no idea what my name was, but it didn’t seem to matter. I thought that he would easily gravitate towards those that had flotation devices.
He caught me in the kitchen and pinned me up against the cold refrigerator against my ass. The heat of his loins and the feel of that ice cold behind me was a perfect contrast. He had short blond hair and the bluest eyes that I had ever seen on a man. They shone with a glaring brightness that made me almost powerless to resist him.
“I want you to know that I have patience, but it is wearing thin. I’ve never had to work this much to get into a woman’s pants. I kind of find it a challenge. You have laid down the gauntlet and have dared me to pick it up.” I was about to say something, but my open mouth was an obvious invitation for him to stick his tongue down my throat.
He was easily over 250 pounds and all of that was solid muscle. There was one very prominent muscle that had made its presence known by growing and unfurling down the left side of his leg. He was used to having everything and the suit that he was wearing had to be custom made from overseas. It was cut perfectly for his physique and I doubt that he bought off the rack.
“Let me make this very clear for you, so that there isn’t any misinterpretation. I don’t want anything to do with you. I’m not going to sleep with you, so you may as well sniff around somebody else.” He was biting his bottom lip. The kiss that he had just given me was making me crave for another bite of this hunk. “You don’t want anything long term and I’m not looking to be a part of your hit and run.” He turned me abruptly. He pushed my hands up against that fridge with his mouth on my neck and causing all of these Goosebumps to appear.
The simple fact was that I hadn’t had the company of a man
in quite some time. Five months was a long time to go without the feeling of flesh on flesh.
“I don’t think that you mean a word of what you’re saying. You could’ve easily pushed me away, but I’ve been getting the signals all night. You can say one thing, but your body is certainly saying something else. You can feel how excited I am and all you have to do is take a hold of it.” I thought that he was kidding, but then he grabbed my hand with an insistence and then had me placing it up against his crotch.
The hot breath on my back was replaced with that same hot breath on the inside of my thigh. I looked down to see that he had gotten down on his knees. One of the other waitresses came in and made a gasp of surprise before turning around and going back out the same way she came. I really didn’t know her name and I think it started with a T or an F.
“This is…not appropriate. Please stand up…before I get into…yes…oh my god… any trouble.” He was moving that tongue up under my skirt, which he had grabbed with his hand and had pulled up over my ample posterior.
“I love the ones that think that they can resist my charms. You’ve obviously had a rough life and I can make it better with the snap of my fingers. Just give into your natural desire. I can make it worth your while.” My eyes went wide with the implications of being treated like some sort of prostitute. “I love your taste and I want more of it. I wanted to tell him to go to hell, but then he stuck three fingers inside me.
“Damn it…yes…work it…work that hole you son of a bitch.” My ass was arched and right in his face where he wanted it to be. He stuck his tongue inside with his finger spreading me out. I was saturated with the sound of this squelching had him banging my little kitty over and over again with those fingers. By the time that he was done, I was not going to be able to walk straight. I would hobble like I’d been on a horse.
“I love how responsive you can be, Felicity.” I had no idea how he could know my name, but then I remembered that I was wearing a name tag. “Your name is perfect for screaming in the middle of the night with your body coming unglued underneath me. The sheets will be torn asunder and your body will be mine for the taking. Can you honestly say that this is not something that you want? Can you honestly say that with a straight face and mean it?”
I didn’t want to rush into anything too soon, but he was making a valid argument for the contrary. I wanted to be the one to pick the time and the place, but he was taking the control out of my hands. “I don’t know how to tell you this, Jason. You fucked me so good with those fingers that I’m now thinking about what it would be like with another part of your anatomy.” I heard him unzip and I saw him fisting his organ. His fingers were moving up and down the length and the leakage from the top told me that this was his excitement and his arousal showing through.
“I want you to let it go. I want you to cum and to paint brush my face with that beautiful ass of yours.” His fingers were digging in to the pliant flesh and then his tongue began to play a symphony over my clit. I was soon singing another tune. I was trying to prevent it from happening, but it was an effort in futility.
“All you have to do is watch me…watch me and see if you can handle a real woman…like MEEEEEEEEEE.” The only thing on my mind was the orgasm that came squealing out of my lips. I pounded on the fridge and it bounced back and forth threatening to topple over on top of us. The things inside rattled and my eyes literally disappeared with only the whites remaining.
He slapped my fine big ass and stood with his cock sliding up and down between my buns. His long sausage was thick and I put my hand around to grab onto it. It was huge and 9 inches was a lot more than what I had in quite some time.
“If…you think for a second that I’m going to fuck you, then you have another thing coming. I’m not that easy that I don’t do those things that other girls do to get your attention.” I was pulling down my skirt and rearranging my panties, so that they were back covering my exposed body. Those fingers inside me had stirred something up and it was a wonder that I was even able to push him away before things escalated too far.
“You want another round with me. I loved the way that you grinded on my face and left me with a permanent pussy mustache.” He tried to nudge my legs open with his feet, but I turned and pushed him back with both hands on his chest. “I don’t know why you play hard to get, when all we really want to do is give each other pleasure?”
“I don’t want to be just a memory amongst many. I want more than that and I deserve more than that. Sex is good, but it’s only one part of the equation. You think that you are god’s gift to women, but I can assure you that I’m not some brain dead blonde bimbo. I probably have a higher IQ bigger than you and most of the other players on your team. That’s the reason why I’m not going to get caught with my panties down around my ankles and bending over for your amusement.” I walked away breathless and close to turning back and jumping into his arms.
“I’m not through with you. You’re that refreshing aftertaste that I can’t get enough of. This could’ve been your best night and you walked away from it. You only make me that much more determined to conquer you. Don’t be surprised if I show up when you least expect it, Felicity.” I thought that he might be all talk. He most likely would forget about me after he got his hands on somebody else.
I noticed during the rest of the night that there were girls surrounding him like his own personal harem. He played the game, but I never did see him sneak out to go up to one of the empty rooms for a 20 minute exploration of the flesh. It did give me food for thought, but I wasn’t sure that it was enough to get him to change his leopard spots.
He was constantly looking at me and I felt exposed and vulnerable in a way that I never expected. It felt like I needed to cover myself up, even though I was wearing clothes at the time. I think that every woman knows the kind of guy that makes them feel that they have x-ray vision.
At the end of the night, I had a couple of leftover champagne glasses. It tickled my nose and made me want to spread my legs and give him that moment to change my mind.
I went looking for him, but there was no sign of him anywhere. It was only after I went that I found a note slipped in my jacket. I took it out and I opened it to see a phone number. He expected me to call him. To do that, I would only open myself up to his kind of pursuit.
The note underneath said “I can’t blame you for wanting to be free. I just wanted to let you know that I had a great time and I still taste you. I will be in touch, unless of course you can’t stop yourself from reaching out and touching someone.” I got into my car and drove home with images of him dancing in my head.
Chapter three
It was two days later and I had gotten a bunch of roses and candy. Tracy knew that I had a secret admirer, but she had no idea that it was one of her idols vying for my attention.
This morning I had a singing telegram and a huge teddy bear delivered at the crack of dawn. I could barely wake up long enough to see this gyrating man dancing around my living room in only a Speedo. It was a little unusual for him to send me that kind of gift, but I had to say that Tracy was not complaining in the very least.
“I don’t know where you met this man, Felicity, but he is going all out to impress you. You wouldn’t think that just having a bit of oral sex with you would have had that kind of effect on him. It appears that you have given him a memory that he can’t shake loose. You should really take advantage of his good nature. He obviously has money that he doesn’t mind throwing around. There’s a fancy restaurant that has your name written all over it. Take him up on his offer and then stick him with the bill for a lobster dinner that will make his eyes go wide.” That was her way of doing things and that was not how I rolled.
The guy finished dancing and thankfully he didn’t take off that little piece of material that left very little to the imagination. He turned with a card in his mouth. I hesitantly and giggling grabbed it from between his teeth.
The note on the card said that I should
be ready at 7:00 PM. I couldn’t believe the gall on this guy. He must’ve had a pair of balls the size of grapefruits. At the very least, I could meet him and tell him off for making me feel uncomfortable. There was also a name of a very exclusive boutique. I looked down at my phone after hearing a text message to find that he had somehow gotten my number. With his kind of money, I’m sure that it was child’s play. It said that there was an account in my name at that boutique. I could use it at my discretion.
“I can’t believe that he is actually offering you the chance to shop at one of the most expensive places in the city. This place caters to only the elite and you can now be part of that small clientele.” I wasn’t sure that I was going to go, but she didn’t have to twist my arm that much.
“I know that you would probably jump him, but I’m not that easy. I need to be sure that he’s the right man and that he’s not just going to walk out after the deed is done. I’m not going to say that what he did to me didn’t matter, because I would be lying. If he had continued, I’m sure that I would have fainted from the sheer pleasure. Wouldn’t I make a pretty sight with my panties pulled to the side and some paramedic giving me mouth to mouth resuscitation?”
“I can think of far worse ways to go than by the pleasure of another. I don’t think that we should wait around. That boutique is calling our name.” I should have realized that she had an ulterior motive for joining me. The very idea of stepping through those doors of that boutique was weighing heavily on my mind. I imagined what some of those creations would look like on my body. I’d seen a particular dress in pure white with an accent of black that had me stopping every so often to admire it in the window.
The place wasn’t that far away from where we lived. We could practically walk to its doorsteps. We called ahead and told them that we were coming and that we needed the place opened after hours. They were reluctant, but when I told them that Jason was sending me, they were ready to bend over backwards to please me.