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“But you liked when I helped last time.”
Maybe she sat him an extra table, but the manager wasn’t being fair. Other hosts took money for extra tables, and he never said a word to them.
“Ashton, you’ve sat Calvin three times and everyone else once. What is so hard about following the rotation?” her manager asked.
“Sorry, sir. That last couple wanted a table by the window, so I figured it was okay.” The lobby was crowded, and a few customers stared as he berated her.
“I don’t pay you to figure out things. Seat people in the right order; it’s not difficult. I get this is your first job, but try harder.”
“Yes, sir.”
He left and the hosts waited until he walked into the kitchen. “What an ass,” said Charlotte.
“Yea, you didn’t deserve that. I seat Calvin extra because he’s a cutie,” said Emily.
“It’s fine. Calvin doesn’t know I exist.” Ashton gathered some menus from the stand and took them to the back to wipe them down, leaving her host friends at the front door. She’d been at the restaurant for two months. The hours fit her freshman schedule and the money was good. Burnt Butts BBQ stayed loud and busy, so the quiet back room was a nice reprieve. She sat down, exhausted from the Sunday lunch. She didn’t notice Calvin walking in.
“Oh hey, Ashton, can I sit here?”
She looked up from the stained menus and kept looking up as her eyes took in his height, all six feet of it. His dirty blond hair hung in his brown eyes and his lean, athletic frame suggested a history in sports. He smiled at her like an old friend he hadn’t seen in years.
“Absolutely. I mean, I don’t care. I do care. Sure. Yes. You can sit here. I want you to. As long as you don’t think that’s weird.”
Nailed it, girl. Not weird at all.
“Thanks.” He pulled out his phone, but looked back over at her first before he scrolled through his news feed. “Thanks for that extra table. They did me right.”
She smiled. “You’re welcome. Anytime. You off work?”
“Not yet. Need to clean my section.”
“I can help.” She sat the menus to the side and stood up. The dress code said no leggings, but all the girls wore them. She turned as she walked past him and caught him looking at her ass. Leggings suited her. The hosts up front said an ass like hers belonged in yoga pants and Calvin seemed to agree. He jumped up after her.
The busser made a pass to his section just before they started, so they had it cleaned in short order. As she leaned over to wipe the last table, she caught Calvin staring again. Their short sleeved uniform tops had four buttons down the neck. She had two undone, giving him a slight view down her shirt to a small bralette that didn’t hide much. Her stomach tingled, knowing he saw her tits, so she wiped the table more than it needed so his eyes could linger.
“Thanks Ashton. Let me tip you out.”
“No, it’s all good.”
“I insist. You don’t want the other servers thinking I’m getting special treatment.” He handed her ten dollars.
But I want to give you special treatment.
“I’ll see you later.” He left her, but she smiled as he walked away, thinking of his wandering eyes.
They worked together again on Tuesday. She didn’t overdo it with seating him, but she picked some regulars she knew tipped well. When the shift slowed down near closing time, she asked the other girls if she could help clean the dining room.
“You’re going to help Calvin, aren’t you?” asked Charlotte.
“Yea, so? He paid me the other day to help him bus. Ten bucks.”
“I’d let him pay me any way he wanted,” Charlotte said in her ear.
“Stop it. It’s not like that.” She elbowed Charlotte and smiled as some customers walked by.
“Why not? Make it like that. He’s cute. You’re cute. See if he’s adventurous.”
“I’m just helping him.”
“Sure thing. Oh, your makeup looks nice today. It’s almost as if you dressed up for someone.” She winked at Ashton as she grabbed some menus to seat a couple that just walked in. Ashton smiled at them as she passed and walked back to Calvin’s section. He was cleaning tables.
“Hey you. Need some help?”
He looked up and smiled at her.
A big smile for me.
“I think I’m good.” He had several dirty tables, and she wanted to help. He needed some convincing. Charlotte’s words came to her. Is he adventurous?
“But you liked when I helped last time.” She undid a button on her shirt as he eyed her. Although the first table didn’t need cleaning, she grabbed the towel from his hand and leaned over, wiping it down. Her shirt opened, giving him a full view of her small breasts. She wore one of her nicer bras, a sheer black that matched her thong panties under her yoga pants.
“That table’s clean,” he said, his eyes on her still.
“I don’t mind. You don’t seem to either.”
He smiled back and they cleaned. Ashton leaned over in front of him and would pull her shirt down some when she knew the nearby customers couldn’t see. They finished the tables, and she imagined his hard cock from the show she put on.
“What’s your back of the house sidework?” she asked.
“Supply closet. It sucks, so I’ll do it.”
“But I can help you back there, like I am here. Would you like that?” She leaned down in the oversized booth and moved the condiments to the back of the table, wiping the edge, giving him another full view.
“Yea, sure. You can help. Thanks. I’ll meet you back there.” He left, and she told the girls up front she needed a bathroom break before she snuck to the back.
The kitchen was always crazy. Cussing, Spanish, cussing in Spanish, catcalls, and constant yelling. Her long curly hair couldn’t be down in the back of the house, so she put her dark curls in a scrunchie and ran past the commotion on her tiptoes, splashing through a puddle near the dish room. After navigating the prep area, she walked past the employee restroom to the large stockroom in the back to find Calvin dumping sugar packets from the boxes into plastic bins. He pretended not to notice her. She shut the door and locked it. He turned around.
She teased the bottom of her shirt, showing her smooth belly. “Want to look at me? I can show you more back here.” She didn’t wait for an answer before pulling her shirt up further, finally exposing her skimpy bra. “They’re small. Are you into that?”
He nodded, the box of sugar forgotten.
“Come over here and touch them.” She pulled the front of the black mesh cup down; it didn’t hide much anyway. He was quick across the small room and ran his eager hands over her nipples before he leaned in, kissing her. His body pressed into her, keeping her shirt up so she moved her hands to his apron strings, untying them. Although dry, cool air blew down from an overhead air conditioner, the heat from his body made her sweat as he kissed down her neck to her hard nipples, taking them between his lips. Reluctantly, she pushed him back against the shelves and got on her knees.
“Take it out.”
“Are you sure?”
“I’m on my knees with my tits out for you. I’m sure.” She looked up at him and scooted closer. This wasn’t her first time, but she didn’t have a lot of experience either. Two ex-boyfriends and she was never this forward. “Our secret, right?”
He nodded and undid his pants, letting his cock spring out. She took it in her hand and squeezed it, feeling it in her grip. His soft skin covered a raging torrent, and she wanted all of it. Could she control it? She didn’t wait for an answer. His eagerness left a small clear stream spilling from the tip of his swollen cock. A cock bigger than her ex’s, and thicker. She held his shaft and licked the precum off, making his eyes roll before she took him in her mouth.
His dick slid easily between her soft lips as she bobbed her head on him, getting it wet before she stroked him into her mouth. His moans filled the room as she massaged his dick with her hand and slid the tip over her tongue.
“Shhh. You’re too loud.”
“It feels so fucking good. I can’t help it.”
“You like it?”
“Fuck yes.”
“Tell me you love fucking my mouth.” She didn’t know where this boldness came from, but with his cock in hand, seeing how much control she had over him, she embraced it. New emotions flooded her as she pushed her mouth all the way down, feeling it tickle the back of her throat. That was new for her and she almost gagged. “I love fucking your mouth, Ashton. Fuck you’re good at this.”
No, I’m not. I can’t be. You’re just horny.
She loved his attention, though, and his firm grip on her head, his fingers in her hair. Blowjobs were never her thing, but sucking him in the closet at work sent her over the edge. She slid him out of her mouth.
“Do you have a condom? You can fuck me if you do.” She jerked him off near her face while she looked up at him.
“No, I don’t keep one on me. I’ll pull out.” He pulled her up, but she resisted. Her knees hurt from the concrete floor and she wanted him inside of her, but it would have to wait.
“Then next time. Not now. Just cum.” She took her shirt off and wrapped her lips around his dick again. He was close. She normally wouldn’t let a guy cum in her mouth; she never let her ex but she didn’t want a mess. Being okay with that excited her. How dirty it felt to want his cum on her lips. Her soaked panties revealed her excitement. With one hand on his cock, she pushed her other into her leggings. Her fingers slid in easily as his precum salted her tongue. He would cum long before she could finish. When his legs tensed, she smiled, her prediction correct. She jerked him faster, his cock pulsing between her lips.
“I’m about to cum.” He moved his hands from her head, but she sucked faster, letting him know she wouldn’t stop. His hands clenched as his cock sprayed in her mouth, shooting streams on her tongue and down her throat. She kept jerking him off as his dick eventually softened and she pulled it out of her mouth, cum dripping down her lip. She looked up before she swallowed.
I look like such a slut right now.
The thought made her smile. She kissed the tip of his cock and wiped her mouth off before she put on her shirt. He hurried to get his pants up while she adjusted her clothes. “Aren’t you glad you asked for my help?” she asked as she unlocked the door.
“I didn’t expect that,” he said through heavy breaths.
“Come prepared next time and you can expect more. Tell anyone, it’ll be the last time. Understood?”
“Yea.”
“Good. Text me so I have your number.”
She hurried out of the closet; no one saw them. As she walked back up front, the hosts asked if she’d seen Calvin. The manager had been asking for him. She smiled at Charlotte and winked. “No, I haven’t, but I’ll tell you about it later.”
He had to keep it a secret. She didn’t.
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