Crowd Pleaser
Chapter 5 — Satisfaction Guaranteed
Mira’s words kept coming back to Emily, something about how it was too late, something about how she wouldn’t be able to quit even if she wanted to. At the time, Emily had thought the other woman had just been trying to scare her off, but now ...
Well, she could still quit, Emily told herself. After all, it wasn’t like she was slave labor or something. She could still quit anytime she wanted. The only thing was she didn’t want to.
Of course, there were other things she didn’t want to do either, like going down on customers and sucking some guy’s cock or eating out another girl’s pussy. That was weird, but she didn’t have to do those things. All she had to do was to say no.
And the more she thought about it, the more she realized that wasn’t really what she’d intended to do. She’d signed on to be a waitress, not some kind of sex doll. It was the power of suggestion, she told herself. Wasn’t that what they called it? Well, that had to be it because there was no way she’d really wanted to do the things she’d done.
“Well now, look who’s back, Mira said when Emily walked into the place.
“You leave me alone,” Emily said. “I’m just letting you know that I’m onto your game now. I got it all figured out so I don’t even want to talk to you.”
Mira smiled a smile that seemed to say she’d seen this all before. “So you’ve got it all figured out, have you?”
Emily nodded vigorously. “I’ve got it all figured out. It’s all the power of suggestion, like your telling me it’s too late to quit, like that’s something I would want to do so then you make me want to not quit just to show you.”
“So you are going to quit then?”
“Did I say that? Did I say I wanted to quit? See, that’s what I mean. There you go again trying to put thoughts in my head.”
Mira smiled wanly. “Whatever else you might think,” she said, “you can take my word for this. I am not trying to tell you what to think.”
“Yeah right. The very fact that you’re telling me that probably means that you are trying to do it, but it’s okay because like I said, I’m onto your game now.”
Whatever it was that Mira might have said to Emily was for the moment, at least, left unsaid because at that very moment, the manager came into the room where the two women were talking. “Ladies,” the man said. “Ladies, why are we standing around yapping when we’ve got customers out there who are waiting to be taken care of.”
“Sorry, Mr. Henley,” said Mira.
“Yeah, sorry,” Emily repeated although she couldn’t help but feel rather smug about it. Now that she’d finally figured out what was going on, it was so much easier to say you were sorry and know just what the exact act was that you were supposed to be apologizing for.
“Well, come on then, ladies. Let’s not just stand around here talking. Let’s get out there and take care of our customers.”
Emily picked up her notepad. “Yes, sir,” she said and with that, she walked out into the dining area.
Not too big a crowd, Emily thought, but maybe that was a good thing. For all her bravado, she still wasn’t sure how this was being done to her. Better to not have too many distractions, she thought. That way, she could keep an eye out for whatever it was that was being done to her.
The man at table Five seemed more interested in talking on his cell phone than he did in his dinner. The couple on Six were making goo goo eyes at one another over their pasta, and the teens in the corner booth were talking excitedly about the concert they were about to go to. Yes, Emily told herself. This was the way it was supposed to be.
“Oh Miss?”
Oh look, Emily thought. Cell phone man was finally done with his conversation. “Yes, sir?”
“My dinner seems to have gotten a little cold. I was wondering if you could get the chef to warm it up for me.”
Emily fought back the urge to tell the man what she really thought. Sure, she thought to herself. If you didn’t spend all that time talking on the phone, maybe your dinner wouldn’t have gotten cold.
“Is there something wrong,” the man asked.
Emily shook her head. “Not at all, sir,” she told the man. “There’s nothing wrong.”
“Then I was wondering if you could warm this up for me.”
“Yes, sir. Sorry, sir,” Emily said. “I didn’t mean anything by it.”
“Yes, well, if you’d just warm that up for me—”
Emily took the dish and she’d turned around but she’d only taken a couple of steps before she turned back around. “You know, sir, I think I could warm that up for you.”
“That’s what I’ve been saying.”
“I wasn’t talking about the dish.”
“Oh?”
Emily was pulling her skirt up and then she was pushing her panties down. She’d had it all figured out, Emily told herself. She knew what it was that was going on and yet here she was, turning herself around and showing her ass to some guy she didn’t even know.
And now the guy had his hand on her ass and he was sliding his fingers down between her legs. “I think I see what you’re talking about,” the man said.
Emily couldn’t help but moan. She liked what those fingers were doing to her. She liked the way they felt between her legs.
“How are you two getting on here,” a voice asked.
Emily looked up to see Lana standing over her. What the hell was she doing here. This was her station, not Lana’s and Lana knew that.
“I take it you’re doing fine here,” Lana said.
“Yes we are,” Emily said.
“But hey, if you wanted to join us,” the man interrupted.
What, Emily thought. No. This is my customer. Go find your own man to fuck, and then it was wait a minute. What the hell am I doing?
“I just thought I would see if you needed any help.”
“We don’t need any help from—”
Emily caught herself. What was she about to do? This was where all the problems started. She’d been about to tell Lana to go away because she wanted to fuck this guy herself. This was where it all began but two could play at that game.
“You what,” Lana asked.
“You want to show him your butt,” Emily said, “be my guest.” Emily was so proud of herself. Power of suggestion, she told herself. Hah! She’d shown them.
Lana just smiled. “I always knew you couldn’t handle it here, but don’t you worry. I’ll take over now,” she said even as she opened her jeans and she pushed them down past her hips.
“Nice try,” Emily said, “but I’m onto your games.”
Lana just smiled even as she pushed her panties down. “No one’s playing a game around here,” she said, “unless of course, you’re the one playing the game, but don’t you worry. I’ve got everything under control here so you can run along now.”
Something was wrong here, Emily told herself. This wasn’t right. The man was her customer. This was her station. Who the hell was Lana to come along and try to butt in here. This was her customer.
“Something wrong,” Lana asked.
“Yeah, there’s something wrong. What are you doing here? This is my station.”
“Yeah, but you couldn’t handle it.”
“Who says I couldn’t handle it?”
“You did.”
“I did not. God, I can’t believe you. You come in here acting like I don’t know how to do my job. You know, you’ve had it in for me since day one.”
“I have not.”
“You have to. God, I can’t believe it. You are such a fucking bitch. Get out of my way. Let me show you how it’s done.”
“Oh that’s rich. You’re going to show me.”
“Yeah, I’m going to show you,” and with that, Emily pushed the man’s legs apart and she knelt between his legs.
“What are you doing,” Lana asked.
“What does it look like I’m doing? I’m sucking his cock.”
“He doesn’t want to get his cock sucked,” Lana said. “He wants to fuck your pussy.”
Emily didn’t even bother with a response to that one. She was too busy sucking the man’s cock and from the way he was moaning, that definitely seemed like the right thing to do.
Of course, Emily knew Lana was right about one thing but she wasn’t about to admit it. What the man really did want was to fuck her pussy.
“How about we get you nice and warm and ready for him,” Lana said.
Emily growled to herself. This wasn’t right. This wasn’t ... oh geez ... this wasn’t the way it was supposed to go and yet Lana was pushing her fingers up between Emily’s legs.
“How’s that,” the other waitress asked. “Are you getting hot now?”
Of course, she was getting hot, but it wasn’t like Emily was going to let Lana know that.
“I’ll bet you want to let him fuck you, don’t you,” Lana purred.
Yeah, she ... no wait ... this is what they were doing to her. This is what they were ... they were ... were ...
“You’re already down there on your knees sucking his cock. It wouldn’t take that much more, would it, to turn your ass around and get down on your hands and knees.”
Not that much more at all, Emily thought.
“It wouldn’t take that much more to offer yourself up, to let this man fuck you in your pussy—”
Yeah, Emily thought. In the pussy.
“Or maybe, if you’re a good, little girl, maybe you’ll let him fuck you in the ass.”
Yeah, in the—wait a minute. This is what they were doing to her. They were making her want to do this.
And so what if they were. Her pussy was still wet.
“I know what you want,” Lana was telling her, “but why don’t you tell him.”
Emily pulled her mouth free from the guy’s cock. This was it, Emily told herself. This was where she should say no. This was where she should tell the both of them that she wasn’t going to play their stupid game.
Even without thinking about it, her hand came up and stroked the guy’s slippery shaft. She could tell them later, Emily told herself. “I want you to fuck me,” she told the guy. I want you to fuck me hard.”
The guy looked at Emily and then he nodded and he made a little twirling motion with his finger.
There was little doubt what the man wanted and Emily was happy to comply with his wishes. In no time at all, she was there on her hands and knees in front of him.
She could feel the man’s hands on her ass and then he was sliding in between her legs. She could feel his cock pressing up against her pussy and then she could feel him pushing it in.
And Lana was there, stroking her hair. “That’s what you need, isn’t it?”
Geez, the woman was just too much. Couldn’t she see that Emily was taking care of her customer?
Emily couldn’t help but moan. Well, maybe he was taking care of her, too, but she didn’t need Lana around telling her what to do. She knew what her job was.
But Lana just wasn’t going away. She was crouching down in front of Emily and just when had Lana taken off her panties, Emily wondered.
“You ever licked one of these,” Lana taunted.
Emily shook her head.
“Why don’t you give it a try then.”
Again, Emily shook her head.
“He’s going to like it if you do. He’ll fuck your pussy harder if you do. Who knows? He might even fuck you in the ass if you do.”
Like that was something she wanted, Emily told herself and yet now that the thought was there ...
“Come on. You know you want to.”
Well, of course she wanted to, Emily thought. That wasn’t the point.
“Come on. Lick my pussy.”
Emily’s tongue slid down and then it slid between Lana’s lips.
“There you go,” Lana cooed. “See. You can be a good girl when you want to be.”
God, was Lana really that dense, Emily thought. Emily wasn’t doing this for her. She was doing it for that cock that was taking her from behind, and that cock was fucking her hard and it did feel better when it did.
“Oh yeah. Lick that pussy just like that.”
Besides, Emily thought. She’d show her. She’d show her just how good she was at licking pussy.
Oh but geez, as good as she was at that, she was even better at letting a cock have its way with her.
She was almost there. It wouldn’t take that much more. She was almost there.
“Oh yeah,” Lana moaned and Emily knew she was that close to getting the girl off.
It came almost out of the blue. She’d known she was close but she hadn’t known she was that close but suddenly, her pussy was cumming and Emily couldn’t help it. She moaned against Lana’s clit even as she felt the man’s cock fill her up, and even as it did, she knew Lana was cumming, too.
It was a short while later when Emily picked herself up off the floor. She’d pretty much forgotten everything she’d been thinking of earlier. Actually, with a pussy like hers that was all nice and full of cum, she couldn’t help thinking that with a pussy like hers, satisfaction was guaranteed.