“See, no time at all.” She says, setting the plate in front of him. “Can I get you anything else?”
“No, that’s alright, thank you.” He says picking up his fork.
“Okay, well, enjoy!” She says, turning away.
“Actually, can I ask you something?” He says, looking up at her.
“Sure.” She says, smiling, as she rests her hands inside the front pocket of her apron.
“What happened to your eye?” He asks.
“Oh.” She says, her fingers subconsciously traveling up to trace the forming bruise. “You know, stuff happens.” She whispers.
“Sorry for asking.” He says, apologizing. “It’s quite the shiner.”
“Nah, it’s nothing.” She says, smoothing her hands over her hair. “Just a little clumsy… If you need anything just holler, okay?”
“Sounds good, thanks again” The man says, sticking a piece of potato with his fork before putting it into his mouth.
Maddie walks back to the front of house before turning down the little hallway and walking back into the restroom. She heads straight for the mirror, leaning in to her reflection before touching her face again. The swelling was more apparent than before and her bruise was darkening.
“I must have gotten hit a little harder than I thought.” She whispers to herself before turning the tap and releasing some cold water into the sink.
She grabs a few pieces of paper towel from the dispenser, wadding them up and letting the cold water soak up into them before placing it under her eye, wincing as the cold shocks her hot bruise.
Maddie leans against the bathroom wall, closing her eyes tight to prevent the welling tears from falling before she hears a knock at the door.
“Maddie?” Her manager, Helen, calls to her. “Are you alright in there?”
“Yes, ma’am!” She says, sniffling. “I just… I had to do something quick.” She says opening the door a little bit. “I’ll be right there.
“That fancy guy that came in,” Helen starts. “He paid with me before he left, but I noticed he left you a nice tip on the table. Better grab it before I do.”
“He left already?” Maddie asks.
“Yeah, had to be somewhere, I guess.” Helen says walking away. “What’s a man like that doing in this small town anyway?”
Maddie tosses her soaking towels into the bin before rushing out to clean up the table. Helen was right, a crisp fifty was sitting on top of a napkin by his fork. She picks it up and quickly folds it before stuffing it in the front of her apron. She grabs his plates, placing the cutlery on top before noticing a small, folded piece of paper.
She sets the dishes down, and reaches for it, opening it carefully to look at it.
“If you ever need anything, here’s my number.”
She folds it back up carefully, before adding it to her apron beside her tip. It’s not the first time someone has left her their number, but it’s the only time she’s ever kept it.
Chapter 2
“Dennis are you home?” Maddie calls out as she hears the front door to her apartment slam shut.
“Who else would it be?” Her boyfriend asks, taking off his jacket to reveal his thick, tattooed arms.
He tosses the jacket on an arm chair by the door and kicks off his boots. Dennis makes his way into the kitchen where Maddie stands over the stove.
“What is this?” He asks, peering over her shoulder. “I work hard all day and you’re making this shit for supper?”
“It’s chicken and tomatoes, you really liked it last time.” Maddie says quietly, looking down into the pot as she stirs it with a wooden spoon. “And I worked all day, too, baby. I just wanted to make something quick for us.”
“No. This isn’t what we had last time.” He says, sticking a thick, dirty finger into the bubbling pot.
He brings the sauce covered finger up to his mouth to taste it, before spitting into the pot.
“Make something else.” Dennis says, walking over to the kitchen table. “That’s disgusting.”
“What do you want me to make, Dennis?” She turns around and asks, exasperated. “I can’t just keep making dinners until you finally decide you like it! This is exactly what I made last time and you loved it. It’s what we’re having. Just eat it.”
Dennis stops himself from pulling out his chair to sit down and turns his head toward Maddie.
“What did you say?” He asks, walking back toward her. “What makes you think you get to talk to me like that?”
“Baby, it’s just dinner.” Maddie says quietly, turning away from him. “I’m sorry, I’ll make us something special tomorrow night, okay? I promise.”
“Tomorrow?” Dennis repeats, walking up to Maddie and grabbing her arm to spin her around to look at him. “What makes you think you’ll still be my girlfriend tomorrow if you can’t even make some dinner right for me tonight?”
“Baby, come on.” Maddie whispers, struggling to turn back around. “It’ll burn if I don’t stir it, please.”
Dennis glares, grabbing the wooden spoon away from Maddie before raising it above his head and striking her with it hard across her cheek.
“When I tell you something, you listen to me, Maddie.” Dennis says grabbing her by her shoulder and spinning her back around toward the stove.
“Now tell me, is that shit dinner?” He asks, pushing down on the back of Maddie’s neck, moving her face toward the hot, boiling pot. “Is that what you want me to eat?”
“No, no it isn’t.” Maddie says closing her watering eyes tightly. “I’ll make something else, okay?”
Dennis pulls Maddie back up into his chest by her neck and leans down to place a kiss on her forehead.
“See?” He asks, his dark eyes looking into hers. “Why was that so hard for you?”
He lets her go before turning around to walk back toward the kitchen table.
“I’m sorry, baby.” Maddie whispers as she pushes the pot to the unlit back burner. “I’m just tired, I’m sorry.”
With potatoes in the oven and Dennis on the couch watching the news, Maddie stands back, her cheek sore and swollen and her eye aching. She quietly walks over to her purse, unzipping the zipper and reaching in for her pack of cigarettes. Her fingers brush over an unfamiliar piece of paper and she grabs it, pulling it out and quietly unfolds it.
“If you ever need anything, here’s my number.”
Maddie looks up at her boyfriend sitting on the couch before folding the little sheet back up and slipping it into her front jean pocket.
“Hey, baby.” She starts. “I’m gunna head out for a smoke, okay?”
“Shh.” He says, turning toward her to hush her before turning back to the Tv.
Maddie grabs her pack and lighter and takes a deep breath, hesitating slightly before quietly picking her phone up off the counter as she goes outside.
“What am I doing?” She asks herself as she paces back and forth behind her building.
She takes the final drag of her cigarette before flicking it to the ground and stepping on it, twisting her shoe. Maddie looks at her phone, the number pre-dialed, all she has to do is press send.
“This feels like such a mistake.” She whispers to herself , before looking up to her apartment.
She sees her bedroom light’s on, but knows there’s nothing worth it in that room.
Maddie hits the dial button before holding the ringing phone up to her ear.
“Hi, do you remember me?” She asks, kicking a little rock with her shoe. “I was your waitress…”
Chapter 3
His name is Dominic Fast. And he says he’ll see her tonight.
Maddie hurries herself. It’s 9 O’clock and the diner’s closing. She looks out the store windows as she pushes in chairs, waiting for her new friend. She grabs her sweater, sinking her arms in the sleeves before wrapping it around her front.
She turns off the light switch by the door, darkness filling the diner, the only light flooding in from the ki
tchen. Maddie turns back toward the front door, her heart beating as she sees headlights in the distance. Could that be him?
She watches the headlights turn into the parking lot and slowly the very same stretch limo comes out from the shadows, pulling up beside Maddie. She looks at her reflection in the shiny sides and stands up straight as the driver steps out of the front seat.
“Miss Maddie?” The short man says, as he walks around the front of the vehicle toward her.
“That’s me.” She whispers.
He reaches for the back passenger door, grabbing the handle and pulling it open before turning back to her and nodding.
She hesitates before walking forward, smiling at the driver before leaning in to look inside the limo.
“Hello.” She says nervously. “Thank you for coming.”
“Hi.” He whispers back, his voice deep and low. “Come in.”
She slides herself into the open seat, facing her new friend, but jumps as she hears the driver slam the door shut.
“Don’t be nervous.” Dominic says as he reaches over to the small bar inside of the car.
He pours her a drink, bourbon, in a small crystal glass before handing it to her. She cups the drink with shaking hands before taking a sip.
“Thank you.” She whispers, gasping as the liquor burns in the back of her throat.
“I knew you’d call.” He says, taking a small sip of his own drink. “So, I was just waiting.”
“How did you know?” She says, looking up into his blue eyes from the caramel liquor.
“You looked like you could use a friend.” He whispers, smirking softly.
“I could use more than a friend.” She snorts before lowering her voice into a whisper. She brushes her finger tips across her sore face and sighs. “Sometimes you just want to get away, you know?”
He nods, taking another sip of his bourbon.
“But anyway…” She sighs. “Thank you, this is nice. So fancy, too. I’m not used to these incredibly fancy things. I’ve never been in a limo before. I didn’t even get one for prom.”
“Yeah, it’s alright, I guess.” He says, shifting himself across the car to sit beside her. “But I’m surprised a pretty girl like you doesn’t have men throwing gifts at her every day.”
“Ha!” She laughs, turning herself to face him. “I can’t even remember the last time my boyfriend bought me a gift.” She whispers.
“Oh, you have a boyfriend?” He asks, his eyebrow perking up.
“Yeah.” She says, shaking the thoughts from her head. “If you wanna call it that.”
“That’s what happened to your face, I’m guessing?” He says, resting his drink on his knee as he brings his fingers up to brush against her cheek.
She nods, looking down into her drink as she feels the gentle touch of Dominic’s fingers. A gentle touch she’s never felt before.
“Why do you stay with someone who’s not good for you?” Dominic leans in and whispers softly in her ear.
“What else is there?” She asks, closing her eyes as she feels his hot breath on her neck, sending a shiver up her spine.
“I could give you so much.” He whispers as he puts his drink on a small, stained oak ledge before grabbing hers from her hand and placing it beside his.
He turns back to her, resting his fingers under her chin as he gently presses his lips against hers. Maddie sinks into the plush seat as she feels Dominic’s tongue slowly slide across her bottom lip.
She opens her jaw, letting his tongue explore her hot, wet mouth.
Dominic slowly moves down her neck, placing wet kisses on her sensitive skin. Maddie unbuttons the top buttons of her blouse, letting his kisses travel further down onto her chest.
She bites her bottom lip as she watches Dominic fumble with her button before pulling down her zipper. Maddie lifts her bottom off the dark, leather seat to assist him as he slowly slides her jeans down her thighs.
She moans out as his thick fingers gently brush over her panties, tickling her lips through the soft green cotton.
Maddie pushes him away as she slips down the leather seat to kneel onto the floor of the stretch limo before gently pushing him down to sit. She sits up between his legs, running her palms against the outside of his thighs before gently pulling at the waist of his suit pants.
He quickly unbuckles his belt buckle, leaning back into the seat as he unbuttons his trousers, his semi-stiffness tenting as he slides down his zipper.
Maddie leans forward, slowly rubbing her finger tips against his shaft before pulling down the waist band of his dark blue underwear, letting his cock bounce out of its cage.
She grasps his shaft in her palm, slowly pumping the loose skin up and down as she presses her tongue against his swelling tip before letting it sink into her warm mouth. She sucks gently as she pumps her hand as she feels his cock get even harder.
He lifts her head, shifting his hips under her as he pulls her up by her wrist onto his lap. He caresses her back as he rests her chin in his palm and kisses her lazily, his wet tongue exploring her hot mouth.
Maddie pulls her panties to the side, letting him slip the tip of his swollen cock into her wet entrance, stretching her as their tongues wrestle. She moans out as Dominic gently bucks his hips, his hands traveling down her sides and resting on the small of her back as he finds his rhythm.
She moans as she feels the tips of his fingers swirl against her swollen pearl as he slowly bucks his hips in and out of her. Quivering, she feels her body release, sending electricity shooting into every last nerve just before Dominic also finds his own release in a few final pumps.
They pant together in the back of the limo, their sweat mixing as Maddie leans into his shoulder, nuzzling her forehead into the crook of his neck.
“I could give you everything, you know.” He whispers into her ear before brushing his fingers through her hair.
“I know.” She whispers back.
Chapter 4
Maddie wraps her apron around her waist as she looks up at the greasy ceiling of the diner. She closes her eyes, thinking back to what her and Dominic did last night. It was wrong. Even if her and Dennis didn’t see eye to eye, and even if she didn’t mean for it to happen, it was wrong, but it felt so right. Never in her life has she ever been taken by such a gentle lover. Surely she deserved to feel that bliss, too?
“Maddie!” She hears a voice call from behind her.
“Helen, hey.” She whispers, looking over her shoulder. “I know, I’m late again. I’ll get right to work, just one second.”
“What’s going on Madeline?” Helen asks, walking into Maddie’s field of vision and leaning on the counter. “Nearly every day this week. I’m not working you too hard am I?”
“No, it’s fine, I just…” Maddie starts, looking over the empty diner. “Helen, can I ask you something?”
“Of course you can, baby girl. You know whatever you need, I’m here.” Her manager says, shifting her body to get a little closer.
“Remember that guy who came in here the other day? The big tipping limo one?” She starts.
“Oh, well sure, how can you forget the kind of person who takes a limo to go get breakfast?” Helen says. “Especially in this little town.”
“Yeah, well.” She looks over to where she remembers Dominic sitting. “He left me his number.”
“A rich boy left you his number?” Helen asks, folding her arms over her chest. “Well ain’t that something.”
“And I called him.” Maddie whispers.
“Why did you call him?” Helen asks, frowning at the girl.
“I don’t know.” She says, shamefully. “I just wanted to see…”
“Wanted to see what?” Helen asks. “Is this something Dennis knows or are you sneaking around?”
“Dennis doesn’t know.” Maddie whispers, looking down at her sneakers.
“Did you meet up with him.” The old woman asks quietly.
“Yeah. I did. He’s a really nice guy.�
� Maddie defends.
“And what happened?” Helen asks, balling her hand into a fist and resting it on her thick hip.
“Nothing.” Maddie decides to lie. “It was just friendly. We just talked.”
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