Crowd Pleaser
Chapter 3 — The Customer Cums First
This was insane, Emily told herself. This was completely and totally and utterly insane and it wasn’t going to happen ever again.
She only wished she believed what she was telling herself but the problem was she had no idea why it was that she’d done what she’d done the first time.
Well, it didn’t really matter, did it, because she wasn’t about to let it happen again.
“Back again,” Mira said with a wry smile.
“Of course I’m back,” Emily said irritably. “Why wouldn’t I be back.”
“I thought you might have decided to give it up and stay home.”
“I thought you told me I couldn’t do that,” Emily shot back irritably.
Mira just laughed at that. “So you were listening,” Mira said. “That’s good. It’ll make what happens next all that much easier.”
“Wait a minute? What do you mean by that? What do you mean by what happens next?”
“If I told you,” Mira said, “it’d spoil all the fun.”
“All what fun,” Emily asked and when the other woman wouldn’t answer, she asked it again. “All what fun.”
It was just about that time that Mr. Henley came back into the kitchen. “Ladies,” he said. “Ladies, we’ve got customers and you’re standing around here gabbing.”
“Sorry, Mr. Henley,” said Mira.
“Sorry, Mr. Henley,” Emily mimicked.
“No need to tell me you’re sorry,” the man said. “What you girls need to do is get out there and take some orders.”
“Right away, Mr. Henley,” Mira promised.
“Right away,” Emily promised even as she picked up her pad and followed Mira out onto the floor.
Emily raced to catch up to Mira. She put a hand out and she grabbed the other woman’s arm. “We got to talk,” Emily said earnestly.
Mira looked at the other woman and then gave her a little rueful smile. Finally, she gave her a rueful little smile. “Fine with me,” she said, “but don’t blame me if you’re too busy later on when it comes time for us to have our little chat.”
What the hell was that supposed to mean, Emily wondered and yet before she could ask the other woman what she meant by that, already the other woman was gone.
Emily followed Mira out onto the floor.
Most of the people already had their food and all that was left for Emily to do was to tell them that she was coming on the shift and that she would be taking over for the waitress who had come before. One man asked for a refill on bread which Emily assured him would be forthcoming and a woman at one of the other tables asked for a refill on her Chardonnay. Other than that, there was very little that seemed out of the ordinary as Emily took her station.
And then there was the man at the booth in the corner. He was still reading his menu when Emily approached. “Are you ready to order, sir,” Emily asked.
The man looked at her over the top of his menu. “Not right now,” he said. “I’m still trying to make up my mind. Can you give me a few more minutes?”
“Of course, sir. Take your time and I’ll be back in a few minutes to take your order.”
“That will be fine,” the man said.
Emily went to fetch the man’s bread and then she came back again with the woman’s wine and the once again, she approached the man in the booth in the corner. “Are you ready to order,” she asked.
The man closed his menu. “Hmm. Not quite, but I’ve got a couple of questions.”
“Of course, sir.”
“Are the pussies hot here?”
“What?”
“Are the pussies hot here,” the man asked again. “I do so hate pussies that aren’t totally hot.”
No, Emily tried to tell herself. Don’t answer that question. “I don’t know about the other girls,” she said, “but I know my pussy is hot.”
Emily couldn’t help but chastise herself over that. Why had she said that?
“Really,” the man said with what seemed like genuine interest. “I think I might want to try some of that.”
“Of course, sir.” Try as she might to keep from doing it, Emily’s hand was already tugging at her skirt.
“But we don’t have to do that right now.”
“Of course, sir,” and Emily was very much relieved as she let her skirt fall back into place. All she had to do was to say no.
“Do you suck cock?”
“Wh-what?”
The man looked at her a little sternly. “I think you heard me,” the man said. “Do you suck cock?”
Say no, Emily told herself. Say no. All you have to do is to say no. “Of course,” Emily replied. “I love to suck cock. Would you like me to suck your cock?”
The man grinned. “I think maybe I might but tell me something first. Are you wearing any panties?”
“Yes, sir.”
The man frowned. “You are,” he asked.
“Of course, sir,” Emily replied.
The man’s frown grew even deeper. “Would you care to show me,” he said finally.”
“Show you,” Emily asked. “Show you what?”
“Would you care to show me that you’re wearing panties?”
This was silly, Emily thought. Of course, she was wearing panties, but why the heck should she have to prove it to him. “Of course, I’ll show you,” she told the man and with that, she once more started to pull her skirt up.
Higher it went and then higher still and the suddenly the man started to smile. “Oh, you were just fooling me.”
“Huh?”
“You’re not wearing panties.”
“What?”
“You’re not wearing any panties,” the man said again.
Emily looked down at herself. There were her hands holding her skirt up and there beyond the hemline of her skirt, there was her bare, little pussy. The man was right. She wasn’t wearing any panties and then something else occurred to her. Why the hell was her pussy all nice and shaved and completely hairless.
“I’ll bet you like showing your pussy off like this, don’t you.”
“What?”
“I said I’ll bet you like showing your pussy off in public like this, don’t you.”
“Uh huh.” No wait, that wasn’t the right answer.
“But it would be better if you weren’t wearing a skirt, right?”
“What?”
“It would be better to do if you weren’t wearing your skirt,” the man said. “Why don’t you take your skirt off and put it up here on the table.”
“On the table,” Emily asked even as her hands started to unzip her skirt. “Why on the table?”
“Because if you put your skirt on the table, then everyone will be able to see that you’re not wearing your skirt and you want people to know that, don’t you.”
She shouldn’t want that, Emily told herself and yet, she did what the man was telling her. She put her skirt on the table.
“That’s a good girl,” the man told her. “Now you can crawl under the table and you can suck my cock.”
Say no, Emily told herself. You don’t have to do it. All you have to do is say no.
But Emily didn’t say no. She crawled under the table and she crawled in between the man’s legs. It was cramped there under the table but somehow, she managed to get the man’s cock out and then she managed to get her mouth down on the man’s cock.
She couldn’t help it. She knew her ass was sticking out from under the table and she knew people could see it but she just couldn’t help it. She had to suck that cock.
It was a tight fit. Emily kept banging the back of her head against the underside of the table but that wasn’t going to stop her. She was going to suck that cock.
He was going to cum. Emily knew that. She shouldn’t want him to do it but she knew she did. She let a hand slide between her legs and she let her fingers rub up against her clit.
Perhaps it shouldn’t have come as a surprise to her considering what she was doing to him but it still was a surprise when the man came in her mouth. Emily spluttered as the cock continued to cum but from where she was, there really was very little she could do except stay where she was and take it.
“Oh God,” she spluttered when she was finally able to extricate herself. She pulled herself out from under the table and she stood there and glared at the man. “Oh God,” she said angrily. “Look at what you did to me.”
“What,” the man asked innocently.
“What do you mean what? Look at what you did to me. You came in my mouth. My God, I can’t believe it. You came in my mouth.”
The man seemed unfazed. “I only did what you wanted me to do.”
Emily glared at the man and when that didn’t produce the desired results, she turned around and stomped away from him. Minutes later found her in the bathroom trying to wipe the cum off her top. She looked at herself in the mirror. Geez, she couldn’t believe it. There was cum on her tits, too. Of course, she supposed that was partly her fault. After all, if she hadn’t worn such a low cut top, then there would have been no way he could have cum on her tits or on any other part of her for that matter.
With one last look at herself, Emily came out of the bathroom.
“Where were you,” Mira asked.
“In the bathroom.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah.”
“Why were you in there?”
“Why?! Did you see what that creep did to me?”
“Honey, the whole restaurant saw what he did.”
“So how could you ask why I was in the bathroom. I had to go and get myself cleaned up.”
“Yeah? Did it work?”
“Did what work?”
“Are you feeling cleaner?”
That was a good question, Emily realized and she had to admit that she wasn’t sure what the answer to it was.
“You got customers out there you got to take care of.”
“I couldn’t go out there,” Emily said. “Not after what that jerk did to me.”
“That might be,” Mira told her with a shrug of her shoulders, “but you got customers out there who didn’t do anything to you, and it seems highly unfair to just leave them hanging. You know what I mean?”
Well, when Mira put it like that, Emily thought. Still, how could she go out there after what she’d done, but Mira was right. She had people who were waiting for her. “I suppose I should go back out there,” the girl said finally.
“There you go. No reason to just sit around and mope.”
Maybe she was right, Emily thought. She couldn’t just stay here in the kitchen all night long, so Emily put on a brave face and strode back into the restaurant.
She tried to not look at the man in the booth in the corner. She could do this, she told herself. She could take care of the others.
But the man just seemed to sit there all smug and unconcerned and it galled her. Shouldn’t he feel ashamed, Emily asked herself. Shouldn’t he feel ashamed for what he’d done.
Don’t look at him, Emily told herself. Don’t look at him. Just ignore him. Don’t give him the satisfaction of seeing you look at him.
But if she did that, he was going to get away with it. If she didn’t confront him, he was going to get away scott free.
Don’t do it, she told herself. Don’t look at him.
But she couldn’t help herself. She had to look. She glared at the man. “What are you looking at,” she demanded.
The man put down his menu. “Me,” he asked innocently.
“Yeah, you.”
“I suppose I’m looking at you,” the man said. “You’re mad, aren’t you?”
“Hell yeah, I’m mad,” the girl said.
“I suppose that’s understandable,” the man said. “More than understandable. I suppose it’s expected.”
Expected, Emily thought. Did he really get it.
“I suppose it’s expected,” the man said again. “After all, you probably wanted to have me cum in your pussy. Isn’t that right?”
Yeah, Emily thought. No wait. No. That was wrong. That wasn’t why she was mad.
“Come here,” the man told her.
This was wrong, Emily thought even as she took a step toward the man.
“I know what you want,” the man said. “You want me to cum in your pussy, don’t you.”
No, Emily told herself even as she took another step closer. No. That wasn’t what she wanted, but why didn’t she sound so certain about that.
“Let me see that pussy of yours.”
No, Emily told herself. No, she told herself even as she pulled up her skirt.
“I’ll bet you want to feel a cock in that pussy, don’t you?”
“Yes,” Emily moaned. “I mean no. No, I don’t.”
The man slid out of the booth. “No? Are you sure,” and then before Emily knew it, he was moving in behind her and his hand was pushing up against her back. “Bend over,” the man told her.
Emily bent over the table and she could feel the man pressing up against her. She had no doubt as to what was going to happen next.
And Emily moaned as she felt it, the feel of the man’s cock as it pushed its way between her legs.
Emily couldn’t help but moan again. She liked it. She liked the feel of that cock between her legs. She liked it a lot.
“I knew this was what you wanted,” the man told her.
“Yes,” the girl moaned.
“You want to get fucked.”
“Yes.”
“Out here in front of all these people.”
“Yes.”
“You want to cum,” the man told her. “You want to cum even as I do. You want to feel me cum between your legs.”
No, it couldn’t be, the girl told herself and yet even as she told herself that, she could feel herself responding to the cock inside her even as she felt it responding to her. The man grunted and then he groaned and that’s when Emily felt it, the feel of the man as he came inside her tight, little pussy.
The man kept his cock buried between Emily’s legs for a few moments longer and then finally, he pulled himself free. “Well now,” the man said, “now that we’ve got that out of the way, I think I’m ready to order now.”
It was a moment before Emily could pull herself up off the table but when she did, she reached for her order pad. “Of course, sir,” she said. “I’ll be happy to get you what you want. What would you like?”
The man just smiled. “I’ve already had what I liked but now I’m looking for food.”
Emily blushed at that. He’d liked her pussy and just why the hell did that make her so hot. She wished she knew. She hoped she’d find out.