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  I know, I know I really should sit down and write another story
but I've been so busy lately, but I'll let you read Anne's e-mail
of last week whilst you are waiting and I'm writing.

   Hi Karen,

   First things first. I absolutely NEED you here May 17th so
book it in now.

  Anyway the catch up stuff. After we finished celebrating the
results you know I couldn't think what to do. Teaching?
Government? Large corporation? Small startup? Anyway I talked to
Tiffany and she suggested working temp for a while and get a
taste of what different organizations were like without
committing myself. I worried a bit about my C.V. I mean I didn't
want to have Maths first class honors on it for temp work but
Tiffany said not to worry, took out practically everything except
my name and address, did my makeup, took a electronic photo and
put it on the front, of me looking none me. I was briefed to say
my C.V. wasn't quite up to date. Then she went through my
wardrobe, and sorted out my interview clothes. Nothing came up to
her standards so finally she lent me one of her mid thigh mini
skirts. Well you can image what it looked like since she's a good
eight inches shorter than I am.

  Needless to say it all worked like a charm. When they
interviewed me they only glanced at my C.V. once, then I parted
my legs just a tiny bit and gave them a flash. I was wearing a
pair of spangled black and white checkered panties with it. Tiff
thought I ought to go the whole hog and dye my hair blonde but I
didn't feel comfortable with that idea.

  You know how I like to save money well when I went for the
interview I saw a Sally Army store on the bus route. So
afterwards I popped in. I had a good dig and dug out some really
cool faded jeans my size and a second hand electric sewing
machine. Twenty-three stitches and six embroidery patterns built
it. So now I have a collection of flowers and teddy bears
embroidered on my new jeans. Visions of beautifully tailored
gowns swept through my mind, perhaps a simple long evening gown
that didn't show my ankles? Needless to say it's harder than it
looks. I just can't do a seam to save my life. Either one side
rumpled up or the other one did. In the end I found a really
simple pattern and made it up. Two separate pieces, one front and
one back, tied together with ribbons, two over my shoulders and
two at the sides to keep it together at the waist. I figured out
how to hem so the sewing was simple, I found two pieces of ivory
cream fine silk that I picked up from the remnant bin. I machine
embroidered two blue flowers on the front for decoration. I was
so proud of myself, Dior standard maybe not but it covered the
essentials and would be nice and cool in summer. I mean I could
always throw a dressing gown over the top to be respectable
couldn't I?

  Two days later I got a call could I cover reception in the
morning starting at 8 am? I got up early and started my first day
at the YYZ Corporation.

  The first three days day I worked reception. After that the
normal receptionist came back from being off sick so I joined the
general office staff. I was quite shocked at the way some middle
aged managers seemed to consider me fair game. Making suggestions
that if only I'd be nice to them they would see I got a permanent
job or even a promotion to be their personal assistant. But what
really shocked me was the way the other girls in the office had
their territories marked out. In the powder room was a beginner's
guide to whom had actually delivered jobs and who was all talk.
Each guy was on a list, whether they were married or not, salary
level, hiring authority and reviews by other office staff who had
been out with them. Alan, 28, single asexual; Bill, 31, single,
possible, but his salary wasn't too good; Charlie, 58, married
had come through for three office staff getting them higher paid
posts; Cliff, 38, divorced three times, the perennial salesman:
Dave 27, good at fixing things but had two children he adored.
Donald 43, married, was down as able to fix jobs but currently
having an affair with his personal assistant so don't bother for
the moment. Harry, 34, single, heavy drinker, just my height
though but I didn't think I was up to reforming him: Maurice, 35,
Gay. It seemed ability to do work was only one criteria for
getting on at the YYZ Corporation.

  Tiffany thought I should stick it out a bit. So I did but
starting wearing no make up and loose trousers, I just didn't
feel like competing. Gloria and Jennifer were doing enough of
that; they had a competition to see who could sleep with the most
men. The girl who did the Avon catalog had put up a prize of $10
worth of Avon to who ever gained the most points. The office just
seemed totally preoccupied with sex. The list had points besides
the names based on difficulty. Cliff 1 point, Harry 20 points
sober, 3 points drunk, Oh Alan and Maurice were 500 points each.
I saw them in action one day. Gloria was wearing a full-length
wrap-over skirt when she drifted up to Alan. She sort of moved
her legs in what appeared to be a very practiced move that gave
him an eyeful of real silk stocking and garter belt. "Alan I
think my legs are my best feature, what do you think?" "I think
you should look after them then and not try to cripple yourself
in high heels." I could barely keep a straight face, in fact when
Gloria flounced off Alan looked at me sternly, I couldn't help it
then I just broke into the giggles, I thought he was rather
sweet. I tagged along after Gloria and came upon her and Maurice
at the water fountain. "My god thank heaven's you've arrived." I
looked puzzled towards Maurice. "I was just looking for someone
to tell Gloria politely that the skirt she's wearing has come
apart at the seams. I mean I didn't want to mention it myself you
know she must have put on weight for it to burst like that." I
glanced at Gloria. From her expression I had an idea Maurice's
life expectancy was not long. I carried him off asking him how to
fill in a form 1923a.

  After a week or two I was transferred to a female supervisor
who appreciated it when I made myself tea of coffee I would make
her one as well. In quieter moments she explained a bit about the
office politics with a small p. How to get a request passed
through by waiting until the manager concerned was distracted
then putting it in for signature. She explained about the formal
lines of communication and the informal. The informal seemed to
work much better than the formal, I made a few small purchases
from the office Avon catalog just to link into parts of the
informal network Oh and I got talked into signing up for the
ladder, well as Sandra said who ran the Avon catalog you never
knew what would happen next. My new supervisor seemed to pick up
that I was a bit bright than the average temp. I think it was
when I did the regression analysis she was working on in about 20
minutes after she had been working on it all morning that I
really let it slip. After that I was given the job of sorting out
the expense reports. Hey I did pretty good at that. I was soon
working out routes to get people from point A to points B and C.
I noticed there was still funds in the travel budget. Well I'd
managed to save a few dollars on the airfares and things by
asking people if they wouldn't mind staying Saturday night. Then
I had to figure out how to use them.

  I've always really fancied going over to the West Coast, you
know San Franciso I think the pictures of the cable cars
attracted me and the idea of having a peek at the pacific ocean,
but how to get there? I knew the company wouldn't pay a temp to
go, besides if they did I'd have to work. No what I needed was
someone who would let me share their hotel room, well they all
have two double beds these days don't they? Some one who I could
sort of ignore whilst I went and explored San Franciso, looked at
the Golden Gate bridge and stuff. If they flew I'd never get
there, but if I hired a car and drove them that might work plus
I'd have the car in San Francisco. Who? I had noticed in the
files that Alan had submitted a request to go to the ICCUG
conference last year, which had been refused, but this year's
just happened to be in San Francisco and coming up shortly. He
seemed harmless enough, always very polite to me. Maybe I could
sign Alan up for a conference there. I filled up all the paper
work and just PPed Alan's signature on the forms. Put it in half
way down the office manager's signing pile on a Friday afternoon
when I knew he had a golf match on and was dashing to get off.
Alan's trip was approved.

  Next day I picked up the internal mail and walked round the
office delivering it personally. I walked into Alan's cubicle and
dropped four circulars on his desk and slipped his approval for
the ICCUG conference on top. "Looks like your conference has been
approved. West coast as well, not bad to have to go there all
expenses paid." He looked up. "Conference, there must be some
mistake Miss Taylor, you've probably got me confused with someone
else." I picked up the approval letter. "Well let's see it says
Alan Gregson's ICCUG conference in San Francisco has been
approved. If you don't want to go I suppose I could always cancel
it." "Pass it over. Well it seems OK. Mind you someone signed the
original in my place." "Well would you like to go?" "Well yes,
I've been trying to get there for the last four years; they
usually have some very interesting presentations. It's always
been turned down before so I didn't bother making an application
this year." "So I'll do your travel arrangements. Hilton Hotel,
San Francisco can't be bad. Any preferences, smoking or non-
smoking room? Aisle seat or window on the plane?" "Anything as
long as its quiet, non smoking, and aisle seat please, no special
food required, and thank you." "Why?" "I suspect you had
something to do with it." "Who me? Would I do a thing like that?
Bye." I waved as I left him and walked onto the next cubicle
passing out more office mail.

  Three weeks later I was all packed and set ready for my
vacation. I planned to drive Alan there overnight that way I
could take my portable kitchen case. Well food is not cheap in
expensive hotels. I hadn't quite worked out how to get Alan there
without him noticing but then I had a thought. Great Aunt
Samantha, well she lives in the country actually on the way to
San Francisco I hadn't managed to get to see her for ages but
with the car it would be perfect. She enjoys cooking and always
feeds us far too much. A little wine inside Alan and a heavy meal
with luck he should fall fast asleep in no time then an overnight
drive to San Francisco. All I needed was a luxury rented car and
the heating turned up a bit.

  Friday rolled up all to quickly. I'd phoned Great Aunt Sam and
she was delighted to feed us. I'd briefed Alan I'd pickup him at
the office and get him to the airport on time. I picked up the
rental car at 2 pm. picked up my bags and threw them in the trunk
then picked up Alan at the office. What could possibly go wrong?
We drove across to Alan's home. He'd purchased a single a couple
of years ago and invited me in. It was the sort of home that
could really be a home; it just needed the furniture moving
around just a bit. My fingers itched. I made coffee in the
kitchen whilst he rummaged and packed a bag. Thank God we weren't
really going to the airport we'd never have made the flight with
all the new security delays. Eventually we started off. I told
him that the airline had said there were some flight delays, so I
thought he wouldn't mind tagging along to my Great Aunt Sam's for
tea. I called Great Aunt Sam on the mobile about ten minutes
before we got there so she was prepared for us.

  She lives a classic North American wooden house miles from
anywhere. I keep saying it would be more convenient if she moved
to the city but she says she likes the neighbours and the
countryside better. Once I mentioned I didn't see any neighbours
and got the answer "Precisely." We were welcomed with open arms
and hugs for me and "So this is your young man?" "No he's just a
coworker but I hired the car to drop him off at the airport and
there's been some flight delays so I thought you wouldn't mind if
he tagged along." "What ever you say my dear, now come in and sit
yourselves down. Alan is it? You take the comfortable chair by
the fireplace." She turned back to the sideboard "Will you join
me in a sherry Alan dear? I have sweet which would you prefer
sweet or dry?" "Dry please. But you mustn't make a such a fuss
over me." "Nonsense, the first time I've seen my great niece with
a young man, I'd given up all hope you know now I have hopes once
again. I'm delighted to meet you. Now if you'll just excuse me
I'll just see how tea is cooking." She disappeared into the
kitchen. I mouthed "I'm sorry" across to Alan but he didn't seem
to mind. "It's very good sherry" He mouthed back.

  Just then my great Aunt came back into the room carrying a tray
laden with a soup tureen. Alan and myself took our seats at table
and Great Aunt served. We started with one of Great Aunt's hearty
soups; practically anyone else would call it a stew. Alan and
Great Aunt had a glass of a German wine out of a tall brown
bottle. I was good and didn't drink; well I'd already raided
Uncle Henry's wine cellar with one of those carry-on bags with
wheels for my vacation. Next came grilled trout with a slice of
lemon on top. Alan protested when given another bottle of wine to
open, but Great Aunt overrode him saying "I enjoy drinking my way
through Uncle Henry's wine cellar but it never seems worth while
opening up a bottle for just one person. Since you aren't driving
you could just help make an old lady very happy by eating what's
put in front of you and drinking a little wine." She turned her
head in my direction "It's nice to see someone who appreciates
good food, unlike some, who only eat enough to feed a sparrow." I
looked daggers at her. Alan however continued to stuff himself
like there was no food tomorrow. "I don't know how she can
resist." He said "Real home cooking, well better than home
cooking all I ever got at home was a note on the fridge telling
which cardboard box to pull out of the freezer and put in the
microwave. I always said I'd try to teach myself but my first
attempt at egg and chips had rock solid eggs ready 10 minutes
before I put the chips in the pan. Perhaps I should have allowed
them to thaw first?" He continued naively. I simply rolled my
eyes. "Still you don't live at home now do you?" Probed my great
Aunt. "No I've brought myself a single in suburbia as an
investment. One of my Uncle's died and left me a tidy sum." I
could see my Aunt's eyes open up at this. A moral dilemma do I
interrupt and stop Alan being interrogated and sit quietly and
get the goods that no one else has got on Alan. OK so I'm immoral
sometimes, I can live with that.

  She was amazing or maybe all you have to do is fill a man's
tummy with good food and a few glasses of wine to relax him then
start them off on their favorite subject, themselves. In short
order she had his life history, his family's life history, net
worth, expectations, marital status, the works. The meal
continued with a roast which Alan was prevailed upon to carve at
table, a different wine with that this time a French claret that
Alan seemed to like, I was good and remained sober. For dessert
she served up apple pie and ice cream. "What do you think of the
apple pie?" She enquired after serving Alan from yet another
bottle of white wine. "No I'm quite alright with this red one,
thank you" Alan tried to refuse yet another glass. "Nonsense my
late husband had definite ideas about what sort of wine went with
desert and I think we should keep up the tradition in his memory.
Now I think this one is bit sweeter to go with desert." Alan
acquiesced. "Anne made a batch of apple pies for me and the ice
cream when she came to stay with me last summer for a few days.
I've never been very good at pastry but Anne for all her B.A. in
Maths can turn her hand in the kitchen." Uhoh the cat was out of
the bag, Alan turned to me, "I wasn't aware you had a degree in
Maths." "Oh I must have forgotten to mention it. Have some more
apple pie." "What sort of degree is it?" "Oh just the normal
Master of Science in Mathematics with a specialization in
statistics." I waved my hand airily, "Coffee anyone?" "Oh did I
get it wrong saying you had an M.A? But what you have is as good
isn't it?" My Aunt asked. I blushed but Alan stepped in. "A
little better I think. I would rather like a cup of coffee if its
not too much trouble." I escaped to the kitchen and saw a
chocolate cake on the side so I brought that back with the
coffee. . I was trying not to eat too much but even I succumbed
to a slice of chocolate cake.

  By quarter to eight Alan was a bit unsteady on his feet and I
thought it time to leave. I settled him down in the front seat,
suggested he took a little nap passing him a black thing to place
over his eyes, a pillow for his head, a blanket to keep him warm
then pressed a few buttons so that the front passenger seat
reclined fully. I waved farewell to Great Aunt promising her to
call later and we pulled out onto the highway. There wasn't much
traffic around so I put my foot down and was quite surprised as
the speedometer needle disappeared off the scale. Soon we were
cruising at a comfortable speed. The cruise control helped and
the car was surprisingly quiet and comfortable. When I rented it
I'd said I wanted to drive to San Francisco overnight with a
passenger asleep in the front seat. The receptionist had been
very helpful and suggested the blue car since it was the one that
the manager always took home with him when it wasn't been rented
out. She'd shown me how to work the heating and air conditioning
controls so my passenger was warm and snug whilst I would be a
bit cooler to keep me awake. She also showed me the light that
would come on if the car thought I was dropping off to sleep or
needed a break. It looked like someone had thought it all out
before. Around 11:30 pm the traffic picked up a bit as we flashed
through a small town. I slowed down as we went through, coming
out the other side I noticed a flashing red light start up behind
me. I didn't feel that I had time to stop so I was bad, I turned
the lights off, held the headlamp flasher down and accelerated.
We soon left the flashing red light behind, once over the state
line I put the lights back on. By that time I felt like a wash
room stop so I pulled into a roadside cafe dashed into the
washroom and brought a carton of fresh orange juice before
climbing back into the car. Between 1 am and 5 am Alan was fast
asleep and I noticed the roads were really empty so I put my foot
all the way to the floor, it didn't seem to make a lot of
difference, the engine was a little nosier but the speedometer
was still off the scale. We stopped for gas and another washroom
stop about 5:30 and I took it a little slower then as we started
climbing the Rockies and I had to turn the steering wheel from
time to time.

  We rolled into the Hilton car park just about 8:20 am. I dug
Alan in the side. "Come on sleepy head breakfast time, your first
session starts in 40 minutes." He blinked "Where are we?" "Hilton
San Francisco. Let's get you checked in breakfasted and into your
first session." We walked across to reception where there was a
queue so I got Alan to hand over his credit card to me and I
rushed him over to the self serve ground floor breakfast bar
whilst I sorted out the room. The receptionist looked me up and
down and asked, "I assume you'd prefer a king sized bed in the
tower?" Well I always have difficulty with ordinary beds I have
to curl up to fit them. A bed the proper size, hey luxury. "Thank
you very much. May I have two room keys please?" She handed them
over without a demur. I scurried back to where Alan was just
finishing his breakfast. "Room 2103 let's get you shaved, changed
and respectable." We caught the high-speed lift and soon we were
in room 2103. I looked round; there was only one bed. King sized
maybe but only one, Oh well, whatever. Alan dug his razor out and
went to have a shower and shave. I lifted out a change of clothes
and placed them on a chair just inside the bathroom to give him
some privacy. He came back and started to ask me the sort of
question I didn't quite feel up to answering. So I put his
conference agenda in his hand and ushered him to the door with
the words "Off you go I'll see you around 5 pm. and explain
everything." I even gave him a quick peck on the cheek as he
left. Then I simply dived into bed and slept.

  I awoke refreshed about half past three. I showered and dressed
in jeans and a tee shirt. I went down and dug out my kitchen bag,
peeled some red potatoes, carrots and a couple of parsnips and
put them in the steamer. I shook a tablecloth out and placed it
on the table then laid the table for one. After that I wandered
off to explore and something rather odd happened. First I was
approached by a man in a suit who said "2,000" to me. "I'm
sorry." But just then he disappeared quickly as two uniformed
security men approached me. "Excuse me but do you have your key
with you?" I showed them my plastic card, which they inserted in
a reader. "And you room number is?" I replied "2103." They handed
it back to me. "Sorry to have disturbed you madam." Their tone
was friendlier now. "But why was I stopped" One turned to the
other "Well we thought you might be a call girl working the
floors." "Who me? I thought they wore short skirts and lots of
make up?" "Well yes Miss that's the low end of the market but the
very top end I'm afraid it's a little different. When we are
talking $2,000-$20,000 per night very often the girls typically
have flawless skin and don't wear make up to show how good their
skin is. Often wear their hair long since is practically
impossible to fake long hair at close inspection and strangely
enough do not have boob jobs trying to emphasis that they aren't
fakes. I'm embarrassed to say that you have some very similar
characteristics." "And I suppose not wearing a bra with a tee
shirt probably didn't help either." "Well miss if you could wear
a bra with it or even a blouse and a jacket when in the hotel you
might get fewer approaches." I blushed then realizing what the
2,000 probably meant. Oh well I bet its not every girl that has
been offered that much for the night. The other guard spoke. "The
problem for the hotel is not so much the girls but guests wives
or significant others dislike seeing them on the floors. Also
some of them are not above trying doors and if they find one open
going through the room looking for valuables. I don't recommend
it as a career by the way. Even at the top of the market we
rarely see a girl last more than 6 -12 months. If the STDs don't
get you the cocaine will. But still enjoy your stay, by the way
if there's anything we can do to help just let us know." With
that they wandered off.

  I found a general store just across the road that sold rolls
and butter etc. so I picked up a packet of butter and headed back
to the room. Alan was just opening the door when I got there so I
slipped in behind him. Of course he wanted an explanation so I
told him about my idea for a vacation how I'd filled in the
paperwork to send him here then thought if I rented a car and
drove him I could travel for free. He looked puzzled and
mentioned it was only twelve hours from the time we left until
the time we arrived and how did I explain travelling 1,500 miles
in twelve hours without breaking the speed limit. I said "I
couldn't." then took out one of my china plates, started to open
a can of corned beef slicing off a hunk and helped myself to
steamer potatoes, carrots and parsnip from the steamer. I added a
knob of butter then sat down at the desk to start tea. "That's
real food?" "Why yes I believe it is. I don't have enough money
for hotel food so I have to make do with this." I could sense his
interest. "If you like some there's a plate in the bag together
with some knives and forks. Oh and if you could pass over a
couple of glasses there's a bottle of wine in the bathroom ice
thingy cooling." It's amazing how soon I had a lamb sitting at
the other side of the table from me. I explained how I'd fancied
a holiday in San Franciso but hadn't the money for it so I'd
arranged for him to attend the conference thinking I could drive
him across in a hired car which was cheaper than the air fare and
use the second double bed in his room. "Except of course there
isn't one." Alan replied that sometimes you were given a king-
sized bed instead. The higher up the tower the quieter it was the
more likely you were to get given a king-sized bed. I promised
not to molest him if he would let me sleep on the side he wasn't
using. He agreed. Then after I changed into a white blouse and
jacket so I wouldn't be stopped by the hotel security so often we
went out to explore the city.

  I suppose its like other big cities San Francisco has its
problems but I wasn't too impressed with some of the street
people in fact it was rather comforting to have Alan along, I
took his hand just to feel a bit safer. Anyway we walked along
and found a cable car that took us down to the docks. They were
sort of used to be docks with lots of buildings converted into
tourist attractions, restaurants and such. But it was a pleasant
place for a stroll. On the way back we noticed a French
restaurant Christopher's I think it was called. We looked at the
menu by the door. Alan was impressed there were a number of
dishes he liked and he wanted me to sample one. I thought it
looked a bit out of my price range but Alan over rode me and said
if I was cooking supper each night he was sure expenses could
afford one special meal for me. We entered. A rather flustered
headwaiter came up and asked if he could help us. "A table for
two please." "For tonight?" "Well yes" "I'm sorry but I have no
staff, it's Monday night which is usually very quiet and we've
just had two large groups of conventioneers walk in. If I can't
find anyone to wait table I'm afraid they'll walk out as well."
He turned his head "Any luck?" "No one so far" the girl behind
the counter called out. Alan looked at me. "I've waited tables
before have you?" "Well yes once or twice." He turned back "Trade
you dinner tomorrow night against us waiting for you tonight?"
"Sounds good to me, Karen can you find the young lady a black
skirt?" Karen nodded, "Go with Karen and she'll find you a skirt,
the blouse will do fine. If you'll come with me I'll find you a
bow tie and then you're on."

  I followed Karen into the kitchen then into a small office
where she pulled out a skirt from a locker and handed it across.
"Have you any tights? Preferably black" I asked. "Sorry I wear
thigh highs myself I find them cooler when dashing in and out of
the kitchen. I think I have a fresh pair still in the pack." She
handed me a pack of black thigh highs turned then handed me a
garter belt. "You'll need this to hold them up. Panties off." I
took my panties off and put the garter belt round my waist. We
had to lengthen the straps since my legs were a bit longer than
Karen's. Then I put my thong back on. I twirled in front of the
mirror. Not bad. One of the other waitresses had left a pair of
black shoes in my size, a bit more heel than I usually wore but
nothing I couldn't manage. I twirled again. The skirt was a short
wrap-over one that had a belt that held it together at the waist.
Karen had a pin, which she offered to hold the skirt together at
the hem but I thought I could manage without. I pinned my hair up
in a coil and Karen found me a white lace cap to perch on top.
She found a red lipstick and applied it to my lips and took out
her makeup and applied blue eye shadow and mascara. I don't
usually as you know but Karen thought it might help the mood
tonight. We walked out of the office and met Alan. Karen thought
if we didn't mind and could manage 6 tables each that if I took
the male conventioneers and Alan took the female group that would
probably work out best. She'd prefer to work the regulars
especially since Richard would be tied up in the kitchen. Just
then Richard put his head round the door and suggested treating
both groups to a bottle of cheap white wine on the house per
table since we were unlikely to get them fed as quickly as he
would like. Cooking for an additional 80 people at the same time
would not be easy. He passed us a notepad with some suggested
specials on it. Basically things with sauces that could be
reheated in the microwaves and asked us not to encourage too many
fresh fish or steaks tonight.

  Karen showed me the chilled white wine and taking a bottle with
me I entered the restaurant. My clients seemed a bit restless. I
smiled "Good evening gentlemen I'm Anne and I'll be your waitress
tonight. It's my first time waitressing here so I'll ask you to
bear with me if I seem a little slow. Just to compensate you for
waiting so long so patiently Christopher's would like you to have
a complimentary bottle of wine this evening." I opened the wine
then poured each a glass. I went back and picked up another two
bottles and repeated the speech at two more tables, I could sense
they were getting more relaxed and enjoying the experience. I put
one leg forward when I poured giving each a glimpse of thigh high
as I filled their glasses. Finally everyone was relaxing with a
glass of wine and I went to take their orders. Karen had given
them a copy of the menu to read to keep them occupied. Do you
remember Cynthia? Well she introduced me to waitressing and she
had her own methods for increasing tips. One was when you took an
order you bent forward taking care that your bum straddled the
person-behind-you's neck. That way you could give the guy behind
you a neck and shoulder massage with your butt whilst taking the
order and if you got it just right giving the guy across the
table an eyeful of cleavage. With a quiet corner of the
restaurant and six tables of 5 or 6 men I could work them easily.
The blouse didn't really lend itself to cleavage but even that
could have one more button than normal undone. I glanced over to
where Alan was working. He'd just given them all a glass of
sparkling wine and moved the fresh flowers around so each table
had a small vase. Now I could see his customers having a quick
grope at his butt as he took their orders. I hadn't really taken
much notice of it before but it was rather nice to look at. I
worked the table, I didn't think the steak was that good tonight
but yes, and how about a soup to start with.

  Anything to keep them busy while the main course came. "Hi
Bill, I'm delighted to hear it's Ralph's birthday, even if you
haven't got him a present. No I couldn't think where you could
buy him a nice embarrassing present at this time of night." A
$100 bill was discreetly offered, well thinking about it
logically I'd paid $10 for five thongs in the bargain bin. Even I
had thought twice about buying them but in the end thrift had won
out. To say they were low cut was an understatement, they didn't
really cover the top couple of inches of pubic hair but they did
at least have the virtue of a cotton gusset and they didn't show
a panty line under anything. Since I normally wear them under
jeans or slacks the fact they were practically transparent didn't
seem to matter when I brought them. I looked round just to check
no one was looking then slipped off my panties and took the $100
bill. Ralph was indicated to me so I came up behind him and
kissed his bald head. "Happy Birthday Ralph, Bill asked me to
give you these as a birthday present." I gave him the tiny thong.
He held them up. "Bill I don't know how much you paid but I think
you were done have you seen how much material is in these?" He
held them to his nose, still they're still warm and they have an
unusual smell. You could have at least brought me the complete
bra and thong set." His neighbor turned to me. "How much for the
bra was well?" Bill commented "The thong was $100." I was
embarrassed I didn't want to create a scene "It's not really for
sale besides bra's are more expensive than thongs." "Well yes I
can see that there's two parts to them for a start, how about
$200." I nodded in agreement. The bra matched the thong, not much
of it and rather sheer. I walked to the washroom and slipped it
off. Then walked back with it scrupled up in my hand and slipped
it to Ralph, picking up my $200 from his neighbor. I didn't have
a big deal about it because having smallish firm breasts I don't
always wear a bra as you know. I hadn't had time to take
everyone's order but I could see Richard's head round the kitchen
door beckoning me. Soup was ready. I took a tray back and just
gave those who wanted it soup. There were hot rolls to go with
it. I could quickly note down later where the soup bowls were. I
wondered back round my tables, giving a gentle back rub here,
letting my breasts touch someone's arm there, a glimpse of
stocking top for you, another bald head to kiss as I noted down
who had soup. I was quite enjoying it. I then started to take
their orders concentrating on those who wanted the "Monday" night
special. The waitress station had a computer with the tables
mapped out. Touch screen so all I had to do was touch the special
then the places that had ordered it. Much quicker than the
restaurant Cynthia took me along to when they were short staffed.

  Alan's orders were ready before mine so Karen and I gave Alan a
hand to serve them so his group could eat them altogether. Then
we served mine their main course. It settled down a little then.
I wondered round the tables with the water jug topping up glasses
as I went. Cynthia had always taught me to keep them topped up
that way people ordered more wine but sometimes left the odd half
bottle on the table. Great for half term parties. It suddenly
struck me I was enjoying flaunting my body to these lusting men,
standing there in heels, black seamed stockings, no panties, my
nipples hard against my blouse, some one's finger gently stroking
my slit and worming its way in. God I think it was a power thing,
in public so they couldn't take it any further. No one really
knew me here so I didn't have to worry about my reputation I
could just be wicked dressed in a way I'd never dare do at home,
enjoy their lust, and think about the $300 tax free I'd had in
tips already a couple more fingers up pussy should be good for a
few dollars more. Another order for a bottle of wine, you've run
that finger of yours five times up my pussy that's your ration
sir. Anything legal I can get you on this table? No we do not
have a license for adult entertainment so I'm afraid I'm unable
to do a table dance for you sir. Thank god I qualified with
legal. Desert I looked at the sweet trolley; Alan's group had
practically emptied it. I crossed over to Karen did she have any
ideas? We popped into to see Richard together who was raiding one
of the freezers. He'd a plate with apple pie on it and a tub of
restaurant made ice cream by the side. "Take this out to birthday
boy and tell him its complements of the house. With luck the
other will order the same." We were in luck; I served anyone who
wanted apple pie and ice cream first and then wheeled up the
decimated sweet trolley. Four more orders for apple pie and ice
cream. I love groups they seem to think and act together as a
sort of bonding process. Richard sent a glass of Cognac for
Ralph, on the house of course, so practically everyone else had
to have one as well. They seemed to be enjoying themselves, jokes
floating back and forth, one or two risqu‚ ones caught me
unawares and I had difficulty keeping a straight face much to
their delight. Eventually it was time for them to leave so I
brought them all their bills. Most paid by credit card so I just
ran them through without adding a service charge or tip under
Karen's name. Bill looked at his when I returned with his card
and mentioned it so I simply said it didn't seem fair to charge a
service charge on my first day there. Bill took his wallet out
and tucked a $10 tip under the plate. Most of the others picked
up what had happened so I gained some $200+ from the 6 tables
cash tips. Karen was happy as well as the credit card bills with
no tips would bring her average tip down for the tax authorities.

  After we had cleared away the plates and glasses Richard came
up and thanked us both. Having another 70 odd dinners on a quiet
night would certainly put the profits up. He invited us back for
a free dinner as payment the following night. I gave Karen $10
for the thigh highs and borrowed a clean handkerchief from Alan.
I stripped off the borrowed garments, tucking the thigh highs in
my bag, I'd seen Alan's eyes light up when he'd glimpsed them and
thought it was always useful to have another card to play. Having
no panties and being a bit moist I folded the handkerchief and
slipped it under my jeans just to mop up any moisture that might
cause a damp patch on my jeans. Then I got Alan to put his arm
round me and help me back to the hotel. I told him working in
heels had made me a bit unsteady on my feet, I daren't tell him I
was so weak at the knees and randy that I feared I might attack
the next thing I saw in trousers now could I? Alan guided me home
and we had a nibble of cheese and biscuits before turning in. I
changed into my new silk nightdress and slithered into bed. Alan
seemed to settle down very quickly. I wasn't so fortunate.

  I think my sleeping patterns had been thrown out by driving
through the night and then sleeping in the afternoon. After about
ten minutes of hearing no moment from the other side of the bed I
thought I'd try giving myself some relief, I find I always sleep
better after an orgasm. I quietly slipped my hand out from under
the covers and slid open my bedside drawer. I fumbled for a
second or two then found my trusty butterfly vibrator. Soon I
could feel myself building towards what promised to be a
substantial orgasm. I felt a hand rub my back, Oh dear, I
switched my vibrator off. What to do next. The arm sneaked round
my waist and I slid backwards towards a warm body behind me. My
fine silk nightdress wasn't giving me much protection, especially
when he moved his hand up towards my breast and it pulled my
securing ribbon undone as it brushed across. "I thought you
didn't want to be molested on your side of the bed?" I enquired,
"I changed my mind, I've decided you're irresistible." Then he
nibbled my ear. Here's me full of male attention all night, my
body full of lust and he lights the blue touch paper. What could
I do but turn to face him and kiss him full on the lips? His
hands were making all sorts of delicious movements on my back. My
hand moved lower between us, I felt his hardness beneath my
fingers, I guided him so his hardness was resting against my slit
then rubbed it back and forth along my slit until it slipped
inside me. It felt so right but I wanted it deeper I rolled on my
back and arched my back, pushing my hips towards him, I felt him
respond and sinker deeper inside. There was a stab of pain, I
racked his back and he responded by thrusting deeper into me. I
never realized just how powerful these female instincts could be.

  Afterwards we talked, or we started to talk. I said I didn't
normally jump on strange men in hotel rooms, and he said he
didn't either. I had to think about that one for a moment before
asking him how many men he had jumped on in hotel bedrooms. Then
it hit me the sheets, I lifted them and sure enough there was
blood. I pushed him out of bed and scrupled the sheet up before
putting in the bath and filling it with cold water. I asked him
to call room service and ask them for some clean sheets. He rang
then turned back and asked me if it was my period. "No." "What
then?" I glared at him, some men are just so dense "It's a girl
thing, those of use who don't go horse riding sometimes bleed the
first time." Just then room service came with clean sheets and I
threw my dressing gown on and explained about the sheet and how
I'd put it to soak in cold water. The bed was quickly remade and
we were once more alone. "Oops still at least there were two of
us tonight." I looked at him. "Well it was something I never
really got round to. I guess I didn't fancy some one like Gloria
I mean to say you never know whom she's slept with and then I
kept myself busy with a few hobbies, with AIDS around it seemed
safer some how. Then you came along. By the way since you are
good at organizing could you organize a wedding for me May 17th?"
I was miffed. It had been getting to be an interesting discussion
and now he wanted me to arrange his wedding. "How many guests?"
"Well I think there's only 2 or 3 on my side how many on yours?"
He got attacked with a pillow, that degenerated and soon we were
running our hands over each other once more.

  We lay on the bed afterwards. "So does this mean I'm accepted
as suitor to your hand?" "It's a bit sudden isn't it?" "Well you
can bake as good an apple pie as anyone I've met, you're
beautiful, intelligent, and you can reach your own books down
from the top shelf. What more could I ask for?" I liked the bit
about beautiful no one had called me beautiful in a way that
showed they meant it before. "Why hasn't someone snapped you up
before?" "Probably because I'm not the fashionable image, you
know, five foot two with 3 inch heels, red lipstick and a 36 inch
bust cup size c." I snapped "No but you're elegant." then he
kissed me again. He told me lots more things that I'm not going
to bore you with, but he's nice.

  Next day after the conference we looked for rings, well I
looked in the morning and took Alan back after the conference. I
wasn't sure just how much money he had and it seemed silly to
spend a lot when we might need it in the future so I looked
around the second hand stores as well as the new jewelry stores.
It was amazing he chose just the ring I had picked out before, I
think he must have good taste. My ring is three rubies set with
seed pearls. When we went back to Christopher's for dinner
holding hands. Karen greeted us and looked at my ring then
congratulated us both. I told her we had got engaged last night
after helping in the restaurant. Richard came up and
congratulated us both as well. He asked us how long we were
staying and when he found out we were just staying for Alan's
conference that week he told us that as an engagement present,
our dinners were on the house all that week. Karen told us
afterwards that with the exception of a small number of tables he
kept reserved for regular clients they were now fully booked with
conference visitors all week. Apparently both groups had gone
back and spread the word about how good the food was. Karen was
just hoping that the all-male groups weren't expecting too much.

  When I walked into the office Maurice raised his eyebrows and
approached me. "So who won the $10 prize then? I was going to
make an attempt myself but I just wasn't sure if they would have
given us each 500 points" he paused and looked at his nails, "and
I really didn't fancy sleeping with anyone else in the office."
He finished with a shrug. He glanced at my left hand, "Oh bauble
as well? Lucky girl let me be the first to wish you happy. Gloria
my sweet come over and admire Anne's new ring, then she'll need
some advice about how to get the most benefit for her $10 prize."
Gloria came over and admired my ring and congratulated me quite
sweetly, then Alan came through the door put his arm round me and
gave me a kiss on the cheek. "Oh" gasped Gloria "Oh" she turned
away and I heard her murmur "But she hasn't the least bit of
fashion sense, I just don't understand. How could he possibly?"
Maurice grinned like a cat who has landed in the cream tub, "Oh
how lovely to put the bitch in her place, how delightful, now
children you must let Maurice treat you to lunch and then you
Anne can tell me all about your inexpensive holiday in San
Franciso."

  May 17th You're my bridesmaid so don't forget. I'll see if Alan
has a cousin or two for you to look over.
  Bye Anne







  
the inexpensive holiday