Big Tipper:


The restaurant was bustling, almost packed, since it was a Friday
night and the football game at the high school had just let out.
Jennifer was rushing between her five tables, trying to make sure
everyone received their food on time.  She felt a bead of
perspiration roll down her spine.  God, she thought, I hate
Fridays!

The couple at table B asked for their bill.  $9.54 and a dollar
tip.  Great, at this rate, she'd be rich by the time she was
fifty, she thought sarcastically.  She thanked the couple with a
smile and wished them a good night.  Jennifer paused as she
cleaned the table, watching the two leave.  The boy's arm was
over the girl's shoulder, and their heads were close together. 
Jen sighed.  She wished Mike, her boyfriend, was here, but he was
out at his dad's this weekend.

Jen gave the table one more swipe, then let Jill, the hostess,
know that a table for two was ready.  Next, she headed for the
kitchen to ask after table E's burgers.

The girl checked on two more tables before noticing the young man
now sitting at B.  Jen could see he was broad-shouldered, with
really short brown hair.  As she approached, the man looked up
and smiled softly at her.  The smile did not reach the cold blue
eyes behind his wire-framed glasses. They seemed to cut through
her, and she felt as if he were undressing her right there.  Her
welcoming smile slipped a little, then returned.  After all, he
was just another customer, right?

"Can I get you something to drink while you look over the menu?"

The man glanced down, then back up.  His piercing gaze again
affected her, and she couldn't help but wonder what his hands
would feel like against her soft skin.

The soft, misleading smile appeared again.  "Thanks," he said,
his deep voice barely reaching her ears in the noisy restaurant,
"but I already know what I want."  Jen blinked, her green eyes
held by his azure gaze.

The girl took a breath, then said, "Okay, what can I get you
then?"  She tried hard to ignore the excitement she felt when he
looked at her.

"I'd like a regular burger, no tomato, and a diet coke."

Jen quickly sketched the order.  "Got it.  I'll be right back
with your diet."  She gave the man another smile, which he
returned, then headed for the kitchen.  Whoosh, she thought,
yummy!

The man ate quickly, and soon asked for his check.  Jen was
slightly disappointed as he got up to leave.  She bit her lip as
he walked out, running her eager eyes over his muscular body. 

Too bad, she thought.

Jen turned to gather up the cash he had left.  She whistled
softly when she saw the extra twenty.  Wow!  Then she saw the
note tucked between the bills.

'I couldn't help noticing your beauty, Jen.  I will be at 14
Willow Dr. for the rest of the weekend.  It's only a block from
the restaurant.  I'd love to see you again.
Rick.

P.S.  the number is 515-4532, give me a call or come over, your
choice.'

Jen stared at the note for a minute, imagining the possibilities. 
She couldn't go!  What about Mike?  She crumpled the note, ready
to throw it away, but then she tucked it into her apron.

"Miss, could I get a refill?"

Jen pasted a smile on her face and turned back into a waitress. 
Her mind, though, was busy wondering what would happen if she
went.

#

Jen sat in her car, pulled over to the curb.  She had left the
restaurant right after her shift, intending to go right home. 
Somehow, she had found herself on Willow Drive.  Now she sat
across from Rick's house, debating on whether or not she should
go in.

She glanced over at the low ranch-style home for what seemed like
the hundredth time, and this time the light over the front door
was on.  Rick stood there, looking right at her car.  She blushed
and looked away.  "Fuck it!"

Jen got out of her car and walked over to Rick.  He watched her
come, a neutral expression on his face.  Before she could say
anything, he spoke.

"Before you come in, I want you to know I have only one rule. 
You do what I tell you when I tell you or we're through, and you
leave.  All you have to say is 'that's enough,' and you leave,
for good. Understood?"

Jen paused, a bit startled at the ultimatum.  Then she looked
deep into Rick's eyes and felt a rush of excitement wash over her
body.  She wanted to go with him!  "Alright, whatever you say."
Rick gestured for her to precede him into the house.  Jen walked
into a short hallway, which opened into a kitchen/family room on
one side and led to a couple of doors on the other, which she
assumed to be bedrooms.  She entered the family room, stopping in
front of a comfortable looking couch.  She looked questioningly
at Rick.  "Well?"

Rick put his finger to his lips, telling her to be silent.  "Not
a word more until I let you speak.  Stand with your shoulders
back.  I want you to pretend you're a model on a runway."  Jen
straightened her shoulders, feeling her uniform shirt pull tight
against her full breasts.

The cold-eyed man moved behind her, so close she could feel his
chest against her back and his breath in her ear.  She shuddered
slightly as Rick wrapped his arms about her, his hands moving to
the buttons of her shirt.  Slowly, one by one, he began to undo
them.  Jen took a deep breath and closed her eyes, straining to
keep silent as she felt his hands pass across her bosom, causing
her sensitive nipples to spring erect.

He pulled her shirt out of her pants, finally opening the last
restraint.  Her shirt now hung revealingly open, exposing her
cream-colored bra.  Rick slipped the shirt over her shoulders,
letting it drop to his feet.  He then traced the balls of his
fingers across Jen's aching nipples and down her taut belly to
open her uniform pants.

She felt him kneel behind her, his hands on her hips.  With a
slight jerk, her slacks slithered down around her ankles, leaving
her in only her bra and a pair of light blue, now-slightly-damp,
panties.

"Step out of your pants," Rick ordered, again standing directly
behind her.

Jen nodded, flicking the now unneeded garment across the room
with one foot.  She suppressed a desire-filled moan as his strong
hands firmly grasped her shoulders.  They slipped around and came
up under her arms to cup her breasts, causing Jen to gasp at the
forceful pressure. Rick massaged her, his hands sure and direct.
She felt him open the hooks holding her bra together, and
suddenly his hands caressed her nipples directly, seeming to
ignite her with their touch.  His fingers traced about her
areolae, causing her already erect nipples to tingle.  She
resisted the urge to subtly touch herself through her panties,
not wanting him to get mad and call everything off.  She was so
wet!

Rick came around in front of her.  Quickly, he stripped off his
own clothes, revealing his muscled body.  Jen's eyes were drawn
to his penis, fascinated.  He was not extremely large, about
seven inches she'd guess, but he was fully erect.  She seemed
drawn to him, to his cock.  Once he had all of his clothes off,
he stood before her, his eyes traveling over her body as hers had
traveled over his.

Softly he said, "Remove your panties."

Her hands immediately moved to obey him.  She slipped the panties
over her hips and down her legs.  When she stood again, she was
fully revealed before his ice-fire gaze.  She felt her stomach
flutter as he looked upon her.

Again he moved behind her.  As he moved close, Jen could feel his
manhood press urgently against her bottom.  His hands roved over
her nude body, sparking little tingles wherever they touched.  He
again caressed her breasts, and slipped his fingers down her
belly.  He traced about her mons, but refused to touch the
oh-so-sensitive flesh beneath it.  Jen bit her lip with
frustration.  She ached to have him touch her clit!

His hands returned to her nipples, pinching them painfully. 

"Ohh," Jen said softly, eyes wide.

"Kneel," Rick whispered in her ear.  Jen responded immediately,
dropping to the floor.  She looked up to see Rick's erect shaft
only inches from her.  "Suck me, and show me you want me."

Jen stared into Rick's eyes for a second, then down at his cock,
so close to her mouth.  Her hands came up to grip him firmly, and
her lips closed about the head of his dick.  The girl slowly
started to suck, drawing him into her mouth, occasionally teasing
his swollen head with her tongue.

A few minutes passed as the kneeling girl serviced the man before
her.  Then Rick pulled away, once more moving behind her.  He
knelt, his hands roaming over her hips.  "Go to your hands and
knees, Jen," he whispered in her ear.

Jen moved immediately, raising her derriere for the man behind
her.  She ached for him.  Her vagina was almost dripping, she was
so aroused.  She clenched her eyes shut, feeling his cock moving
against her eager flesh.  She felt him press against her swollen
lips, then the head of his shaft slipped into her.

Rick sheathed his cock entirely within her yearning hole, then
started to fuck her in a steady rhythm.  She felt her breasts
swaying, seeming to help Rick fuck her.  Softly he said, "go
ahead and fondle your clit.  I want you to enjoy this too."

Jen was already enjoying this!  As her fingers brushed across her
ripe clit, she almost collapsed.  Oh, goddamn!

She moaned when Rick pulled out of her.  No!  Don't stop!  She
suppressed the urge to cry out loud, instead only giving a little
whine.  She was a bit startled when she felt the head of his cock
against her anus.  Covered with her juices as it was, it took
Rick very little effort to penetrate her ass.

Jen winced, and her finger almost automatically reached for her
now-abandoned pussy.  She slipped two fingers within, matching
Rick's motions as he pumped her ass.  Soon she found herself
shuddering through an intense, grinding orgasm.  Rick felt her
begin to quiver, which pushed him over the edge.  He filled her
ass with his hot cum, groaning.

Jen collapsed, unable to hold herself up any longer.  When she
was again able to move, she looked up to see Rick sitting on the
couch, wearing a short robe.  He was sipping a drink and watching
her supine, nude body.

"Do you wish to continue this?" he asked.

Jen nodded, unwilling to give this up.

Rick leaned forward.  "You will call me when you wish.  If I am
available, I will tell you where and when.  Understand?"

Jen nodded again, "yes," she softly said.

"Excellent.  Our time tonight is done.  Gather your clothes and
leave."  He rose, leaving her still on the floor.  "I will look
forward to your call," she said, smiling his cold smile.  Then he
left the room.

Jen quickly rose and dressed.  She was still feeling the rush of
following Rick's every command and doing whatever he wanted.  She
left the house, without again seeing Rick, wondering if tomorrow
would be too soon to call him . . .


END


  
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