C.A.F.E.
Day Zero
We all knew he would hire her the instant
we saw her walk through the door. We all knew this because her body
jiggled just the way he likes his waitresses’ bodies to jiggle.
She was a real cutie too, breathlessly innocent, dimples, none of
which hurt her chances of being hired. Our boss has this knack for
hiring just the right women to waitress and bar-tend here at the C.A.F.E.
I remember wondering at the time how her husband would take her working
here. The rock on her petite little left hand was tiny. But it sparkled
beautifully, so it wasn’t a fake. Her hands were well manicured,
and her hair was nicely done. Her hair style perfectly framed her
face, the tendril ends just caressing the tops of her breasts as they
jiggled, almost begging to be touched in her not too low cut blouse.
Her breasts were even being nicely supported by a well fitted push
up bra, or she had mythically high mammaries.
Those incredible titties jiggled seductively as she walked toward
me. I didn’t even wait for her to ask for him, I just pointed
at his office as I pretended to continue reading the specials for
the evening.
Now there aren’t many women that have both a gorgeous set of
chi-chi’s AND a perfect little bubble-butt, but THIS young lady
had both! Yes, she would not only be hired, but be on the fast track
for seduction! My boss loves his women! It is a good thing that he
is built like a body builder, has the manners of a connoisseur, and
a face that would catch the attention of any starlet!
When Little Miss Muffin came back out of his office, her nipples were
protruding lightly through her blouse, her face was flushed, and she
had that wistful little smile that a woman wears when she is anticipating
something nice between her legs.
She came over to me and handed me her application that had already
been signed by my boss.
In a sweet, honied voice she asked when she would start work. She
smiled brightly at me with a refreshing innocence. Her breasts were
slightly rising and falling as she breathed. They shivered ever so
slightly as she spoke. She was going to do well here; her tips would
be through the roof!
I set her schedule to start the next day at 2 PM so I could teach
her what she needed to know before the afternoon and evening rush.
I just hope she was prepared for what would happen when she started
to take orders and serve food.
I gave her her first shot of Xango-with-a-twist-of-seducia. I smiled
secretly, knowing her delighted husband would get a rewarding workout
this evening, maybe no sleep at all if she were particularly susceptible
to its little secret.
She drank the crimson fruit juice with gusto, not even pausing to
ask me what it was. She was clearly past excited to have this job!
Day
One
The new girl arrived five minutes early for work the following day.
My boss likes girls who arrive early for work. Bonus points for our
little Shebi’s first day. She changed into her uniform and reappeared
within minutes.
She blushed when I looked at her legs and her bust. She was clearly
not used to having so much skin showing. But she was past looking
good, what a body!
I ran her through the computerized POS menus for ordering food and
drinks and she picked it up very quickly. I was becoming more and
more impressed by her. She even asked some very good questions.
About an hour later the afternoon bar keep came in and that gave me
a little more freedom to supervise her on her first day. It took her
about an hour and a half to start to loosen up. She was definitely
one of those people that likes to please others.
I started the ball rolling in order for her to attempt to please me
by asking her how much sleep she had gotten the night before. I stifled
a giggle when she blushed bright red and became tongue tied.
I couldn’t help myself, I poured her another shot of Xango-with-a-
twist-of- seducia and smiled at her, waiting for her answer. She tossed
it down without thinking again, and then finally giggled a bit and
said “None! At least not until Johny left for work!” She
turned crimson again as she remembered how bawdy she had been all
night long with her husband.
“Is that normal for you, Shebi?” I asked nonchalantly.
“Oh goodness NO! Usually we go weeks between love making with
each other. I have no idea what happened last night, but I just couldn’t
. . . . . . You know . . . . . .” Shebi blushed again, her eyes
studying my feet.
“You just couldn’t get enough last night honey?” I
asked, stifling my chuckle and a smirk.
Again she blushed, and began to fan her face with her hand as she
silently recalled the night before with her hsuband.
“Did you wear poor Johny out baby?” I asked innocently,
grinning a tiny bit. I couldn’t help myself, I pictured her naked,
sucking on her husband’s penis. I felt my body gron moist.
Crimson again; Shebi nodded her head rather hesitantly, her eyes slowly
climbing up to my face to gauge my reaction to her lascivious love
making with her husband. “Do you ever feel like that, Tania?”
she asked, obviously full of innocence and naiveté.
I smiled at her as she searched my face for any hints of judgment.
I put my arm around her shoulders and told her that the good times
were just beginning to roll for her. I explained that she would love
working here. I told her that we have so many benefits as employees
that I had never, ever considered leaving, or looking for another
job.
Shebi seemed satisfied with my answer. She explained that Johny had
recently lost his job, and they had only her income to live on now.
She was so relieved that she had found this job.
I told her how much the other girls were making in tips every night.
I almost started laughing when her eyes were suddenly the size of
dinner plates as she assimilated what I had told her.
The patrons began to arrive for Early Hour. Shebi jumped right in
and started taking orders.
Orlan, the owner of C.A.F.E. has his patrons well trained. They all
recognized that Shebi was a newbie, and therefore minded their Ps
ands Qs. No one wanted to be banned from the C.A.F.E. for pissing
off Orlan. We have way too much fun here for them to risk losing their
privileges. Besides, they knew they would all get their turn after
Orlan had had her.
I found myself mesmerized, watching her jiggle around the tables.
She truly has an incredible body. All promise, with no hint of reserve.
My mouth watered if I watched her too long. I began to fantasize about
what I wanted to do to her. I think I was beginning to fall in love
with her, even then.
Day One, Evening
The fact that I was wanting to touch Shebi intimately was a surprise
to me. I had never before touched another female intimately except
of course in High School. I think every female has that experience
to look back at. And it was exciting, sure, but this time . . . .
. this time I felt myself yearning to touch her. In high school it
was sort of a dare-like situation. The other girls were apparently
willing to do it, and I didn’t want to be the shrew. So I touched
them and let them touch me.
But with Shebi, little darling sweet Shebi, I felt a real yearning
to initiate contact, to pull her into my arms and kiss her softly,
gently, lovingly.
Like I said, a totally new infatuation for me.
Anyway, she was doing well on her very first day at the C.A.F.E. She
had no problems with the POS computers, nor remembering who ordered
what, and she smiled at everyone. And they smiled back at her. She
just seemed to naturally put all her clientele at ease.
I idly wondered how she would react to the first patron that touched
her. Orlan, my boss, allows his patrons to touch his girls. After
he has had them, he even encourages it. Most of the patrons here don’t
touch the newbie waitresses until they know Orlan has enjoyed them.
Kind of a professional courtesy, I guess.
It happened when I was back on bar tending to give the keep a smoke
break for a few moments. And to be honest, it wasn’t that someone
touched Shebi, it was that she saw one of the other waitresses allow
a patron to run his hand up her inner thigh. The waitress giggled
as she gladly spread her legs a bit to allow the patron fuller access
to her parts.
I knew of course that the waitress just doubled her tip, but I had
been working here for over a decade. I knew what the ropes were, and
I took advantage of them just like the other waitresses did. We all
doubled our tips over any other restaurant in town.
Shebi looked at me, then at the waitress who was enjoying the caress,
then back at me. She hurried excitedly over to the bar to kibbutz
with me about what she had just seen. Her nipples were hard, protruding,
and her breasts were heaving gently as though she had run too far
too fast. Her eyes were wide open, and her pupils were slightly dilated.
“Tania! Tania! Did you see that? That girl let that man . . .
. . . that man touch her . . . . . . uuuh . . . . THERE!”
The Xango with a twist had clearly started to take effect on her libido.
In the back of my mind I envied how hard her husband was going to
cum later on. Shebi was running on full charge turn-on! Just to be
sure, I poured her another one. She downed it like a pro, then slammed
the shot glass back down on the bar!
She took three steps away from the bar before she turned back with
a smirk and asked “Hey what is that stuff? It tastes GREAT!”
She left before I could answer.
Later that evening, I saw her smiling a bit broader at a particularly
cute patron. Then a few seconds later she leaned over and looked the
patron straight in his eyes as the poor patron struggled not to look
straight down her blouse all the way to her sexy little navel.
It was then I felt my first pang of jealously.
Orlan made his normal “strut” around the C.A.F.E. about
10 PM . All the ladies present got their jollies by watching his incredible
body as he moved gracefully from table to table, smiling gratefully
at each patron as a thank you for their continuing patronage.
I could see Shebi watching him move about out of the corner of her
eye.
About midnight I sent her back to Orlan’s workout room, as ordered
earlier.
When Shebi came back, about ten minutes later, she was again breathing
hard, her nipples were like miniature beacons, and she was obviously
aroused.
She hurried up to the bar and breathed out of the side of her mouth,
“OH GOD Tania! I just saw Mr. Orlan’s thingy! It’s
is something ELSE! He was lying down on his weight table thing and
his legs were spread open when I went in and oh my god it was right
there staring at me like a gorgeous snake sunning itself in the summer
sun!” Shebi started to fan her face with her hand. “Have
YOU ever seen his thingy, Tania?” She looked at me like a conspiring
confidant.
I chuckled and nodded at her, blushing, almost ashamed that I was
his everyday lover, but then keeping that information from Shebi.
I felt like I owed her the unvarnished truth for some reason.
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