Crowd Pleaser
Chapter 4 — Service With a Smile
“Well, if it ain’t the new girl,” said Lana. “How do you like things now that you’ve been here for a few days, new girl.”
“I like things fine,” Emily said self consciously.
“Yeah really. I was wondering about that. Word is the new girl was climbing around under a table and sucking off some guy’s dick. Is that the way it went, new girl?”
That was last night, Emily knew, and Lana hadn’t been working that shift so someone was talking about her behind her back.
“Well,” asked Lana. “How about it, new girl. Is that the way it went?”
“That’s none of your business.”
“Oh ho, would you listen to her, girls. New girl thinks she’s better than all the rest of us.”
“Leave her alone,” said Jenna.
“Why? Because she’s new?”
“That’s exactly why you should leave her alone. She’s new. You want to get in her face, you wait until she’s got her feet under her and then you can get in her face.”
Lana glared at Emily and then she grinned. “Maybe you’re right,” she said finally. “After all, new girl still has no idea what she’s in for yet.”
“What’s that supposed to mean,” Emily asked.
“I mean it,” Jenna said. “Leave her alone. She’ll find out about it soon enough.”
“Find out about what,” Emily asked.
Lana just smiled. “You’ll find out soon enough,” she said, “but Jenna here thinks I should leave you alone, so that’s just what I’m going to do. Have fun, new girl.”
Emily watched Lana move away. In the kitchen area, there really wasn’t all that much space for her to go, but at least she wasn’t in her face anymore. She turned to Jenna. “Thanks,” she said.
“For what?”
“For helping me out.”
Jenna snorted. “I didn’t do that for you. I did it for me. None of us around here likes Lana because she’s a bit of a bitch. She can be okay when she wants to be. She just doesn’t want to be all that much, so when I was getting her off your back, it was only because I wanted to give her something back for all her bitchiness.”
“Well, thanks anyways.”
Jenna snorted again and then her attitude seemed to soften. “Well,” she said, “you’re welcome. I guess if you need anything, I guess you can come ask me.”
“But I thought Mira—”
“It’s Mira’s day off, but like I said, you can come ask me.”
“Oh. Okay. I appreciate it. But, um, about what Lana said, about me having no idea what I’m in for—”
That was when Mr. Henley showed up. “Ladies, ladies,” the man said. “Why are you all standing around gabbing. “We’ve got customers to take care of out there.”
“Right away,” Jenna told the manager.
“Right away,” Emily agreed.
“We’ll talk later,” Jenna promised the girl but Emily wasn’t sure why that promise didn’t hold all that much satisfaction for her.
The man at Table Six seemed to think he needed to do the ordering for both he and his girlfriend while the woman at Table Eight kept chastising her husband whenever he ordered the wrong thing. A couple of guys were checking out the women in the restaurant and Emily couldn’t help but wonder what they were saying about her when her back was turned, but all in all, unlike it had been on previous nights, everything seemed pretty normal.
That was, it seemed normal right up until the girls from the university showed up.
It was nearly closing time and this clearly wasn’t their first stop because a couple of the girls seemed to have a little trouble walking. Still, it wasn’t her place to judge, Emily told herself. Just so long as they didn’t get out of hand. The four women were being led to one of the booths in her area so Emily picked up her pad and stepped on over. “What can I get for you ladies,” Emily asked.
One of the girls seemed to be less out of control than the others. “It’s Jenny’s birthday today,” she said with a nod to a cute, little blond in the middles, “and we wanted to get her something nice and sweet to eat.”
“And something to drink, too,” Jenny hiccupped. “I want something to drink.”
“Yes, of course,” the spokesman said. “A round of drinks all the way around.”
“Um, what kind of drinks,” Emily asked.
“Champagne,” said the birthday girl.
“Um, I don’t think we have any champagne.”
“Then something else with some pop,” Jenny chimed in.
Emily once more directed her attention to the obvious spokesman. “Um,” she said again, “um, are you guys twenty-one?”
“Do we look twenty-one,” the spokesman asked with a smile.
“Not really.”
“Then I guess we’re not twenty-one,” the spokesman said.
“Then I can’t serve you anything alcoholic,” Emily said. “Sorry.”
“I don’t think you understand.”
“But your friend. She—”
“She was making a joke.”
“No, I wasn’t,” Jenny chimed in.
“She was making a joke,” the spokesman said again, “but I think you misunderstand. That really wasn’t what we were looking for.”
“What were you looking for then?”
“We were hoping maybe you could show us your pussy,” the girl said slyly.
“Wh-what?!”
“You heard me. We want to see your pussy. That’s what we came here for anyway.”
“My pussy,” said a shocked Emily.
“Well, not your pussy, exactly, but something nice and sweet to eat.”
“But ... but I don’t do that.”
“You must be new here,” the spokeswoman said.
“Yeah, but ... but what’s that got to do with anything.”
“We come here all the time,” the spokesman said, as if saying that suddenly made everything clear.
“Yeah, so?”
“So come on. It’s her birthday. How about a little something. Maybe just a little flash.”
Out of the corner of her eye, Emily saw Mr. Henley watching her. She should have found that reassuring, but oddly, she didn’t.
“Come on,” the spokesman said. “Come on. Just a little flash. Everyone else does it.”
What was she supposed to do, Emily wondered. If everyone else did it ... and it was just a little flash, right?
“Come on,” the spokesman said again.
Emily knew Mr. Henley was still watching.
“Come on. Just a little flash.”
Emily couldn’t believe she was going to do what she was about to do, but if all the other girls did it. Her fingers worked the top button and that was the hardest. After that, the others came successively easier. She closed her eyes for a moment and then she pushed her jeans down past her hips.
The once-boisterous girls had suddenly gotten quiet. “She’s still wearing her panties,” Jenny said.
“You’re right,” the spokesman said. “She’s still wearing her panties.”
“What? You want me to take these down, too?”
“It wouldn’t be much of a flash if you didn’t.”
“Yeah but—”
But she had a point, Emily thought, and Emily knew Mr. Henley was still watching so she gritted her teeth and she pushed her panties down.
“Oh wow, that’s a pretty pussy,” Jenny said.
“I want to see,” said one of the other girls.
“I think we all want to see,” said the group’s spokesman.
“What? You mean you want more,” Emily asked but she already knew the answer to that.
“Come on. It’s her birthday. Show her a little more.”
Oh my God, she couldn’t believe she was going to do this but Emily kicked off her shoes. She was going to get in so much trouble for this, she told herself, and yet she pushed her jeans all the way down her legs.
The women were definitely watching her intently now.
Oh God, Emily thought. Oh God, but she’d come this far and there really was no turning back now so without another thought, she hooked her fingers in the waistband of her panties and she pushed them all the way down.
“There now, that’s much better, isn’t it,” said the group’s spokesman.
“No,” Emily wanted to say. “No, it wasn’t better.” That was what she wanted to say but somehow, she just couldn’t seem to get the words to come out right.
“I’ll bet someone wants to get her pussy licked,” said the spokesman.
“No,” Emily wanted to say but she didn’t.
“I can’t see anything,” said the birthday girl.
“Uh oh. Looks like someone’s getting kind of antsy, doesn’t it?”
Emily nodded.
“Looks like someone needs you to get up on the table and show her your pussy, doesn’t it?”
No, Emily thought, but once again, she nodded.
Why was she doing this, Emily asked herself and yet even as she did, she found herself climbing up onto the table and she found herself sliding her pussy under the birthday girl’s nose.
“How’s that,” asked the group’s spokesman.
The birthday girl just smiled. “If you’ll just hold on,” the girl said, “I’ll let you know in a moment.”
This couldn’t be happening to her, Emily told herself, and yet even as she did, she could feel the other woman’s hands as they stroked their way between her inner thighs and she knew the other woman was sliding forward.
“Come on,” the spokesman said with just a hint of irritation. “We haven’t got all day, you know.”
“Don’t rush me,” the girl said petulantly and yet in the next moment, she was sliding forward and she was slipping her tongue between Emily’s lips.
Oh God, Emily told herself. Oh God. She wasn’t into girls. Not like this, and yet what Jenny’s tongue was doing, mmmm, it felt good. It felt so good.
Emily couldn’t help it. Emily moaned.
“I think she likes it,” said the group’s spokesman.
Jenny pulled back if only for a moment. “Of course she likes it,” she told her friends. “This is me that’s doing it.”
“Don’t get cocky,” the group’s spokesman said but already Jenny was back again with her tongue between Emily’s legs and once again, Emily couldn’t help but moan.
Oh crap, Emily told herself. Oh crap. She shouldn’t be doing this but oh geez, it felt so fucking good.
Someone was fondling her tits and on the other side, someone else was doing the same but Emily couldn’t take her eyes off of the girl with her mouth between her legs.
Someone was unbuttoning her blouse and then someone was sliding a hand inside. She could feel the hand squeeze one of her tits. Someone was leaning in close. “She really is quite good at that, isn’t she,” Emily heard one of the other girls say.
“What?”
“She really is quite good at that,” the girl said again. “Jenny’s really good at eating pussy.”
“Uh ... uh ... oh fuck,” Emily moaned. Jenny’s tongue was really going after her now and every time she thought she might be able to for a coherent thought or two, that tongue would once more savage her clit.
Someone had loosened her bra but Emily wasn’t sure who. All she knew was the hands on her tits now had direct access to her breasts.
“Are you going to cum,” the other girl said softly. “Are you going to cum for Jenny?”
Oh God, Emily thought. Oh God. I can’t.
“It really is her birthday, don’t you know, and she really does like to eat pussy.”
Emily moaned. She had no doubt of that.
“You should cum for her,” the girl coaxed. “You should cum for her. You should cum in her mouth.”
Oh God, Emily moaned again. She wasn’t supposed to like this.
“You should cum for her,” the voice said again. “You should cum for her. You should cum in her mouth.”
Emily shuddered. She just couldn’t do it. She couldn’t hold back anymore and she moaned as she started to cum.
“Oh yeah, that’s it. Let it go. You know you want it. Let it go.”
Emily moaned again. She just couldn’t help herself. She didn’t care anymore if this was something she should or should not be doing. It just felt so good.
“That’s it,” the voice said again. “Let it go.”
Emily moaned yet again. She knew she shouldn’t like it but she also knew she did. She knew she liked it a lot.
And that might have been as far as it went but even as she laid there and even as birthday girl Jenny continued to lick her pussy, one of the other bent her head up and before Emily knew it, not only was the girl kissing her but she was kissing the girl back.
She came again and then she came once more while the other girls took turns kissing her over and over again but even so, it was always the birthday girl whose mouth was between her legs.
“What’s your name?”
“Emily.”
“Well, Emily, you were fun. I don’t know about the rest of them, but I think maybe I’ll be back for a second helping.”
Emily knew what she wanted to say. Don’t bother. That’s what she wanted to say. Don’t bother. It won’t happen again.
But that wasn’t what she said. “I’ll be here,” she said. “Anytime you want. I’ll be here.”
Jenny gave her a little peck on the cheek. “Good,” she said. “That’s good to know,” and with that, she was gone.