The Service Industry (closed)

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The cook was in the middle of a joke when the manager came in, steamed because a table had just come in and I was supposed to be taking the order. As if they sat down knowing what they wanted or something. He probably hadn't opened his menu yet, but I was supposed to go bug him.

"Later," I told the cook, who was giving the manager the finger. He could get away with it, so I let him speak for both of us, and went to introduce myself to the single at table 9. That should have been for a party of four, but the hostess had an attitude because her boyfriend had been checking me out earlier.

Yes, My skirt was short. Yes, my blouse showed a little bit of cleavage. I had a lot to show, and I work for tips. You do what you have to. I had to wear heels at work, and laugh at more creepy pickup lines than you would ever dare to imagine. But I could afford my own studio apartment and still go to school part time, so there was that.

The guy at table 9 was not what I expected. I actually stopped a few steps away from the table, and took a lap around the restaurant to get my head together. Cute. Yes, table 6, I can get you more water, even though you're not my section.

"Hi," I said to table 9, when I got there. I was blushing a little, I could feel it, but at least I wasn't babbling like an idiot. Yet.

"I'm Alison," I said. So far, so good. "I'll be taking care of you to ... I'll be your waitress, that is." Deep breath. Push the tits out a little. Follow the script. "Can I get you something to drink to start with?"

 

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Boring day.I was observing the couple sitting opposite to my table. Hands connected. Smiles. Love. Boring. Why do people follow this immature and primitive notion of love. I never understood this. Even though I happen to be a Millionaire. Owner of a powerful company. I understand people when I looked at them. Observed them. I understand what they want and how they behave. These two things brought a lot of success my way. People are easy to read. But....not love. Why? Is the question that ate at my brain. Why do people fall in love? I could see the male being jerky, he kept looking at his watch, smiling too often, his eyebrows dancing around. Hes nervous. Its obvious they are way past the confessions stage. So then....hes about to propose? That got confirmed when he signaled one of the waiters. I rolled my eyes alittle. The waiter smiled, then after sometime brought over a cake, in which I'm sure is the "ring". So cliche. I then turned my attention towards the man sitting opposite to me. My financial adviser.

"So you see Sir. I really think it would be wise if we consider this deal from Hamerson Company. Its win-win situation. Everyone profits by this merger. We will be stron...."

"No. Not interested, Harry. I built this company from scrap. Not about to share my baby with a man who was spoon fed his whole life by his rich parents and doesn't know squint about hard work." I motioned him to be quiet as he was about to come up with a new angle of reasoning.

Thats when I laid my eyes on the blonde waitress walking towards me. Enchanting. Her smile caught my eyes first and then my attention slid down. Her body. Art. Masterpiece. Now I would love to believe that God truly is an artist. Because the way she walked towards the table. Blushing. I could feel a monstrous primal urge inside me wake up. I became hard instantly. I coughed a bit when she finally reached my table.

"Hi,"I'm Alison," "I'll be taking care of you to ... I'll be your waitress, that is." "Can I get you something to drink to start with?"

I couldnt believe she was trying to look sexy. Someone obviously had told her that her breasts are a great hook to catching men. Because the way she pushed them out and blushing at the same time. I immediately caught on. She was as attracted to me as I was to her. It couldn't be Harry because he was facing the other way from the direction she was walking from. I controlled myself. So what if she has the body. Her brain will probably be the dumbest. I cleared my throat. Concentrating.

"Just get us tonight's special. Along with the best wine bottle you got. Dont care if its expensive. Just bring it over." I smiled at her. Quite openly. People say my smile tends to do wonders. Somewhere in my head I was hoping it works on her.

But the rest of my body just wanted to plow her in the nearest wall. Make her feel just how hard she was getting me, with that perfection of a female structure.

 

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"Two specials and a bottle of the best wine," I repeated. That fucking smile just about turned my knees to jelly, but he was on the abrupt side, not really leaving any room to say anything else. Probably for the best, I didn't trust myself to say much to him. I turned on a heel and walked away, trying not to try to swing my hips, trusting in the natural shape of my stride to do the job.

As I put the order in, Carlo, the manager swooped in, because I had only been at the table for a few seconds. No, I didn't tell them about the specials. I didn't have time. Yes, I think they understand the menu. They don't want the whole song and dance, they want food, and the Beychevelle. That shut him up. Carlo was big on 'the way we do things' at Imangine. He never really understood that you had to take your cues from the customer. He did understand a 200 dollar bottle of wine, though, and a moment later I was back at the table.

I tried not to look at him as I showed him the label, and cut the cover off the top of the bottle when he gave the slightest of nods. I pulled the cork and offered it to him to sniff, set it on the white tablecloth when he declined. I turned over his glass and poured a swallow into it. I knew he was going to give the go ahead no matter if I went through the ritual, but a wine that good deserved a little respect. And yes, I did like the idea of spending that time next to him. I didn't make any more effort to draw his attention. I wasn't necessarily the smartest person in the room on any given day, but I knew disapproval when I saw it, and he hadn't liked it when I had done it before. I'd just have to let my body speak for itself. It was usually pretty good at getting the message across.

I poured the wine for them when he gave the nod, and set the bottle on the table.

"Your dinner will be ready shortly," I said. "Is there anything else I can get for you?"

 

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She left. And I just couldnt take my eyes off her swaying hips. Her ass. Became my undoing. MY cock started struggling to get out of my pants. Shes doing this deliberately. Seduction. I look back at Harry. He was looking at me checking her out. "Shes hot, right?" he asked grinning like an idiot. I looked straight at him, "And is that why you got fired from your last job? Awkward small talk?" I asked with a no-nonsense expression. He gave a small cough, "Ahem! Sorry sir."

She was back again. Moving quiet hurriedly and without form. She undoubtedly has her mind on me. That is how people react when they give too much attention elsewhere. There walk suffers. Hmmmmm. She shows me the label. Not what I was expecting, but it will do. As long as shes the one whose pouring. I notice she stopped on her efforts to be extra saucy. Maybe she realized I dont care about such things. I like it when my women are being themselves around me. Tells me more about them. Like from the delicate way she was pouring the wine, shes an artist, not a mathematician or a logical person. More of a passionate person. I like that. I could see small smudges of paint on her skirt behind her apron. She recently painted. Maybe she got herself a new apartment and was working on one of the walls. I'm sure shes single or else she wouldnt be trying her damnedest to attract me since she laid her eyes on me.

"Your dinner will be ready shortly," I said. "Is there anything else I can get for you?"

She was standing quiet close to my seat. i glanced directly behind her. The tables there were empty. Thanking my good luck and making sure harry was distracted. i slowly ran my hand up her leg to her thigh. Checking her reaction. She gasps in response, blushes heavily, glint in her eyes, but doesnt move.

"Do check the menu once again, Harry." I instructed him as I squeezed her right thigh, the soft skin giving to my fingers. "There must be something you want." I could almost smell her wetness. She likes it.

"But I dont need...."

"Oh but I do insist." I gave him a warning glance. He immediately opened the menu again. I needed a reason for her to be around. I then turned to her and smiled at her again..as my hand went up, sliding on her soft skin to her ass covered in panties. I gave her left ass cheek a hard squeeze. Loving the way my fingers sunk into her delicious flesh. Seeing her writhe under the palm of my hand.

 

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I practically screamed when I felt his hand on my leg. I held it in, though, looking around quickly, seeing that nobody was looking this way. A part of me wanted to slap him. He couldn't just grab me like that. His date didn't seem to notice, and obediently looked at the menu, even though he had already ordered for both of them. I shivered, frozen in place as his hand slid up the back of my thigh.

I stood as his fingers crept under my skirt. He smiled at me, daring me to object, but I couldn't. It took everything I had to just stand there and not fall into his arms. He squeezed my ass, his fingers pressing deep into my soft cheeks, and I had to close my eyes. I couldn't stand it a moment longer.

Then his date came to my rescue.

"Why don't we have any bread?" he said. Because I hadn't had a chance to bring you any before your boyfriend started molesting me.

"I'll bring that out right away," I said, extricating myself from the man's groping hand. I retreated to the kitchen for a moment, legs trembling, almost hyperventilating. I took a deep breath, trying to get my shit together, my heart racing a mile a minute. I grabbed a basket of bread and brought it out to them, making sure to stay out of reach of the groper, unable to even meet his eye.

 

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Her ass felt like heaven in my hands. And I couldnt help squeezing her again and again. Harry took his sweet time. And I thought about giving him a raise. As I took my time in squeezing both her ass cheeks. She tried not to draw attention to herself (having a little guilty pleasure) by trying to stay still. But I started pushing my hand into her ass a little, thereby causing her to move a little. She couldn't help it. It was a slight movement, any casual watcher would think nothing, they wouldn't know that it was my hand groping her ass and moving her as she stood there helpless.

But then she left to get the bread. Letting out the air shes been holding in. I smiled to myself. "Good job, Harry!" I say looking at him. He looks confused.

Shes back and shes avoiding my eyes. Hmmm. I know she enjoyed it, but then why is she avoiding my eyes? I look at her closely again. She had such bright eyes and beautiful lips. And then I looked down at her body that just kept calling to me. I need her. NOW. If I had it my way, I would take her right here on this table. But, I don't want to embarrass her.

We asked for the check. She brought it immediately. Again she was standing away from me. It irritated me to no end. What the fuck? I know she wants me. I can feel it. Then why is she avoiding me. I stood up suddenly.

"Can you please guide me to the Men's Room?." I ask her politely, forcing to look at her now. She tries to get out of it, "I insist." I say with a determined look in my eyes.

She gives in. And asks me to follow her. I do it gladly. Watching her ass swing left and right. DAMN!! The urge inside me hit the jackpot. THATS IT!!! My cock got hard about to tear open a hole in my pants. As she stood near the entrance of the Men's Room. I looked around making sure no one was here to witness what was about to happen. I grabbed her hand and pulled her, into one of the stalls. Its a good thing it was empty. Once I got her in. I pushed her against the wall. Clasping my hand on her mouth. Making sure she doesnt scream.

"SSSHHhhhhh !!!!" I signal her to keep quiet. With a threatening look in my eyes. She gets scared. But she still fights on. "I will move my hand" I whisper to her, "but DO NOT SCREAM. Is that understood Alison?"

 

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I knew he didn't want directions to the bathroom. I was pretty sure I knew what he did want, but there wasn't much I could do. He had me by the wrist and he wasn't going to let go. I saw Carlo scowl at me as I was half-dragged across the restaurant. My heart was beating so fast I was sure I would faint, and when he pulled me into the men's room, I couldn't believe it.

His hand covered my mouth before I could say anything, and he dragged me into the stall. He whispers in my ear, telling me to stay quiet, and I nod. I don't even know his name, but I have a pretty good idea what he's going to do, and I know I should fight him. I know I should scream, claw, kick, bite him. I can't, though. I can barely stand up I want him so badly.

"My boss," I whisper. "He saw me come in here."

He thinks I'm trying to stop him, threatens me again.

"Please," I say. "I don't want to get fired. We have to be quick."

I can hardly believe what I'm hearing myself say, but I hike my skirt up to my waist as I lean forward, offering myself to him.

 

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I cant believe she was offering herself to me. She is attracted to me. A lot. My hand goes inside her skirt. Touch her between her legs. Shes wet. I smile.

"Fuck your boss!. Now tell me. Do all strangers get you wet or is it just me ?" I ask almost growling into her ear as my fingers move her panties aside and 2 of them sink into her hot wet pussy, with ease.

"Hmmm. You are sooo beautifully hot, Alison." I kiss and lick her neck from her collarbone to her ear. I continue to whisper. "I want to make you mine. And mine only!" I bite her ear lightly as I pull out my fingers from inside her.

I step back a little. Looking at her. Shes very excited...horny..ready to obey his will. Yes.

"Alison. I want you to take out those amazing breasts out. For me." I bend down and kiss her deeply. A hot passionate kiss. I let my tongue roam inside her mouth, before pulling back a little. And looking into her eyes. "Now" I command her.

 

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He wants me to kiss him. He wants me to undress for him. He wants me to lose my job, and God help me, it's so tempting. I've never felt anything like this. I want to obey, but what'll happen when he gets off? He'll take off, and I'll be out of a job. His fingers slide into my tight little pussy and I let out a moan of pleasure.

"Please," I whimper. "I don't want to lose my job."

I wanted the first time to be special. I guess getting fucked in the bathroom at work is special, but it's too much. I feel his lips on mine and I can't help myself. I undo the first buttons of my blouse, pull my bra down, let my fat round breasts bounce out.

 

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"Please," I whimper. "I don't want to lose my job."

"Sssshhh its going to be ok. I'll make sure he doesnt fire you baby." I said caressing her soft cheek on her lovely face.

But thats when she dropped her bra. As soon as he saw her tits. I grabbed them. Squeezing them hard and kneading them together. I rolled her nipples in his fingers as he cuppsed her breasts in his hands. I loved the way she was reacting to his touch. Shes so sensitive. I hungrily took her right nipple into his mouth, while his other hand played gently with the other one. I licked around her nipple and then sucked hard on it. Mmmmmmm I had never tasted something so addictive. The taste of her skin, the scent of her body...my senses were going overload. And I already felt like I was close to cumming, when I hadn't even done the main deed yet. CONTROL CONTROL. I kept sucking on her nipple and then did the same to the other one as well. As I was feeling soo good sucking on her breast, my hand slipped down her belly...sliding down her soft skin.

And thats when I got it. She was far too sensitive. She was enjoying this far too much. And she was totally motionless. She wasn't making a move on his cock like most of the whores did. She was getting...over whelmed. NO...she cant be. I'm sure shes just new to this. No way......wait. He lets go of her nipple and looks up to her. "You're enjoying this a lot huh. So your boyfriends were not good at foreplay or something? or maybe you're just new to this hmm?" I ask as I gently massaged her tits.

 

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I bit my lip as his hands touched my breasts. I had touched them before, and it felt nice, but it was nothing like this. He was licking them, sucking my nipples, and Igrabbed his shoulders, holding on as he played with me. My whole body was on fire, from my toes to my fingertips, but the hottest place, the boiling center of it all was between my legs. Where his fingers were heading.

I heard him talking, had to use every ounce of willpower to force myself to listen, to make sense of what he was saying.

He knew. I don't know how, but he knew. He was circling the truth, and I didn't know what to do. I wasn't ashamed to be a virgin, exactly, but it wasn't the kind of thing I bragged about either. Guys always got strange when they found out, either taking it as some kind of mission to seduce me or treating me like I was some kind of fragile thing to put on a shelf.

I nodded, afraid to open my mouth. What if I screamed? What if I told him, and he freaked out? What if he didn't want me anymore?

 

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I could see the panic in her eyes. I smiled reassuringly. I bent down and kissed her neck. from her collar bone to her jaw line. Sliding my lips over her soft skin. As my hands kept on pressing her tits. Squeezing them. Kneading them. Pulling on her nipples. My mouth goes to her ear, " are you enjoying this, Alison? Because if you are not, then I will stop immediately. ut somehow," I continue whispering lightly snipping at her ear, "I dont think I can hold myself back. But I do respect your wish. I want you to enjoy this as much as I do.". My hands keep working on her breast, soft and squishy. So good to touch. My fingers roll her nipples around.

My right hand slips down. Goes under skirt again. Pulling her panties aside. I inserts a finger into her hot box. Which is leaking so much. It is obvious she is enjoying this, but I wanted her to say it. Reassure me. That she wants this as much as....or as desperately as I did. I move my mouth to her lips. And they meet for the first time and the blinding passion consumes me !!. Making me push my finger deeper into her, as my tongue starts to roam inside her mouth...that's when my finger gets blocked by a wall. And thats when my whole body got shocked still....I couldn't believe it. She...she ...is a virgin!! What the fuck?!! DAMN! I pull my lips away from hers looking into her eyes. What am I doing to her? How could...How..I slowly pull my fingers out of her. I fix her skirt properly and then her bra and her waitress uniform. how could I do this to her? Loosing her virginity is supposed to be special and I was thinking of taking it in a fucking toilet. What the hell was I thinking?! FUCK!! I pass my hand through my hair. Exasperated. I dont know what to do. My blood is boiling. For many reasons...angry at myself..angry at her..angry at her for calling me..pulling me into her like we are animals. She attracts me like we are some magnets created by God to always be attached and be one. Even now I wanted nothing but to push her against the wall and lift her right leg above my shoulder and TAKE HER!! Make her mine!. But I cant...do...How could I do something like that? Shes a virgin. She deserves something special. How was I almost about to deflower such a beautiful piece of creation...in a hotel Mens Room.

"I...I'm ...I'm soo sorry...I had no IDEA!!." I try to blurt out.

 

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I panted, my head spinning, the fingers in my pussy making everything else fade out. He was sorry. I wasn't sure what for, except that he was stopping. My legs were trembling, and he was straightening my skirt. I breathed hard and fast, catching my breath, my heart pounding in my chest with something like terror, but sweeter. Before I can even think of speaking, he had put me back together, bittomed up my blouse. Like it never happened. Except that it had, and my whole body was humming like a live wire.

I sat down on the toilet. Lucky the lid was already down. I looked up at him, seeing the anger in his eyes. I wasn't sure what I had done wrong. I thought I had done everything he wanted. I wanted to please him. My lips trembled, and I blinked back tears.

“I'm sorry,” I said. I didn't know how, but I had made him angry. I knew it shouldn't matter to me. I had no idea who he was, but there was no denying the feelings I had for him. There was also no denying that Carlo would be furious that I had disappeared this long. Part of me wanted to say to hell with it. I needed this stranger more than I needed my job, but I could see too clearly what would happen. I would surrender myself to him. He would use me. I would lose my job. When I tried to tell him, he would laugh. What kind of girl would surrender her virginity to a total stranger in the men's room of a restaurant? He would never believe it.

“Please,” I whispered. “We close at eleven. If you come back, I'll make it up to you, then.”