RichardAB
03-31-2014, 01:11 AM
James would have pressed the accelerator through the bottom of the car if it had been possible, he was pressing down on it so hard. His heart thudded hard in his chest as he sped down the highway, and then slowed down just enough to turn off the off-ramp and down into the strip mall. He slammed the door as he approached the front door to the restaurant. It was familiar to him, he had visited many times with his buddies, but this time was different. He threw open the door and walked up to the seating hostess, too angry to oogle her in her uniform.
"Will you be dining alone tonight, or do you have someone joining you", she said without looking up. When she did finally look up at him, the cheesy smile was dropped from her face. "You must be, Jim", she said frankly.
"What, how did you know?", James asked incredulously.
"Well, as you read in the note, Wendy just started today. She told us all about you, and how she was certain you would be pissed when you read her note. And you obviously are."
"You are damn right I am pissed!", Jim said, raising his voice.
"Don't you raise your voice at me sir!", she said in retaliation, a serious look showing on her face. A security guard noticed the commotion.
"Is there a problem here", he exclaimed, looking directly at Jim, absent-mindedly handling his baton to draw attention to it.
"No, Will, it's alright. Jim was just about to get some air with me. Isn't that right, Jim?", the lady said. "Louise, come cover for me", the lady shouted as she gripped Jim by the arm and pulled him out the door.
"Now, what are you all worked up for?", she asked
"What do you mean, what?", Jim started yelling again. "Of all the places in town, Wendy could have chosen to work, she chose Hooters!!!"
"We pay well here", the lady affirmed. "And we get good hours."
"Is that supposed to make me feel better?", Jim fired back. "You know what, tell Wendy that it is over. I'm dumping her ass!!!", Jim continued.
"Tell her yourself, you Jack Ass!!!", the lady fired back, after looking over her shoulder.
"Thanks, Becky", Wendy said as she patted her colleague's shoulder and Becky walked back inside. "I see you are upset", Becky said nonchalantly.
Jim looked at his girlfriend. He looked into her bright blue eyes. How he loved those eyes. He looked at her pretty face, her lips, her adorable nose, her neck. He looked at her blonde hair that ran down her back. He looked down further, and even glanced at her cleavage, which was emphasized in the white, form-fitting tank top, pushed up by her push-up, plunge bra. He felt his body relax, that is until his glance moved a touch to the right, to the two large O's on the fabric over her right breast, the dilated eyes of the horny, avian predator caricature. His rage returned with a vengeance.
"It's over Wendy!!! I am leaving!!!", he yelled with as strong a voice as he could muster, although Wendy heard his voice crack.
"Like hell you are!!!", Wendy yelled back. Jim turned his back and started walking back to his car. Wendy jogged after him, and as soon as they were past the windows of the restaurant, she passed out in front and pushed Jim into the wall. An angry glare covered her freckled face. Jim snarled as he tried to leave, Wendy pushing him back into the wall each time.
"Let me go!!!", Jim yelled, making an effort to leave once again.
"NO!!!, Wendy yelled back.
Jim pushed Wendy back, again trying to leave, but Wendy lunged back, pushing him back into the wall.
"Let me go, you bitch!!!", Jim yelled. "I won't be responsible for what I do if you don't."
"Oh, get over yourself, you CUNT!!!", Wendy yelled back. "You know very well that my older brothers taught me how to defend myself when I was eight", replied the 23 year old.
"How could you do this to me?", Jim yelled.
"It is just a job, Jim!!! To pay the bills over the break! Grow up!!!"
"How can you parade around in that uniform all day, like a slut?!"
"What did you call me?", Wendy asked, her eyes open wide and her jaw dropped in exasperation.
"A slut! You're dressed like one!"
"Well, since I have a nice set of Double D's I thought that I might as well use them to make a bit of cash. Besides, the customers seem to like them."
"Shut up!", Jim yelled, his face reddening by the second.
"You should see the way they stare at these titties of mine", she said, pushing her tits up with her arms and pushing forward her shoulders to emphasize her cleavage, with a coy, but derogatory look at her boyfriend.
Jim stared into his girlfriends eyes and suddenly the anger evaporated as he dropped to the ground, covering his face with his hands, his chest shaking pitifully.
Wendy could have yelled and argued with her boyfriend till the end of her shift till the next morning without budging an inch. She was strong and had a tendency to be very pig-headed. But she wasn't ready for this. She had a soft spot for people who were crying, especially for her boyfriend. He could put on a show and act big and tough, but she knew better than anyone that it was all for show. Underneath, he was a big softie.
She closed the distance and knelt down at her boyfriend's feet, placing her hand on Jim's shoulder. "There, there. It is ok. I was angry", she said soothingly. Jim didn't reply, but just kept on sobbing. "It isn't as bad as all of that. Men come in, I take their orders, they stare at my tits, they ask for me to take photos with them and I do, and then they leave. That's it."
"Do they ever try to.....touch you?", Jim asked between sobs.
"Some of them do try to cop a feel, and some of them succeed. They then quickly get thrown out by Will", she affirmed, gesturing to the building. Jim continued to sob. Wendy let out an exasperated sigh. It looked like she would have to change her tactics. She looked around and saw that the coast was clear. She moved closer to her boyfriend, closing the distance between them, until her bare legs touched the denim fabric of his jeans at his knee.
"Jim, sometimes the guys do get to cop a feel." She took hold of her boyfriend's right hand. "As I was saying, some of them do get a touch. But do they get to do this?" Wendy took Jim's right hand and pressed it against her left breast, holding it there. Jim stopped sobbing. Wendy began to contract and relax her fingers over Jim's, forcing him to contract and relax his grip on the large, round tit that was in his hand. Wendy let out a sigh, but this time it was one of contentment. She breathed in and as her lungs filled with air, her breasts moved forward, her left tit pushing into Jim's hand. He let out a moan, making Wendy smile. She removed her own hand from his.
"Do you think they get to fondle one of my breasts for so long?", she continued in a low, sexy tone. She took Jim's left hand and pressed it into her right tit, massaging it against her large mound. "Do you think they get to massage both of my big titties?", she cooed. "And do you think I do this?"
Jim virtually jumped a good seven inches off the ground when Wendy suddenly grabbed a hold of his crotch, gripping his cock and balls in the palm of her hand. She began to caress and massage the growing cock in her hand, until she could no longer contain its length. She moved in quick as lightning and kissed Jim on the lips. Her hands moved to Jim's back as she caressed it, her tongue pushing its way into Jim's mouth. Jim reciprocated, while his hands jumped to the snap on her bra and unhooked it. He quickly pulled down the straps, while Wendy unzipped and unbuttoned his jeans, before pulling them down with his boxers in one jerk. She stared at Jim's huge, erect dick and licked her lips. She jumped forward, took his shaft in a firm grip and licked the head, before taking it into her mouth and moving her head up and down its length, doing her best to fit as much of it into her mouth as she could. As hard as she tried, she could barely fit much more than the head of his massive dick into her mouth. Her left hand began to caress his heavy balls. In no time she felt the pressure in his dick hit its climax as he exploded in her mouth. She sucked up his load, before pulling off of his dick. She lovingly caressed his dick as it began to soften.
"Feel better", she asked Jim, with a grin. Jim just smiled back.
"Will you be dining alone tonight, or do you have someone joining you", she said without looking up. When she did finally look up at him, the cheesy smile was dropped from her face. "You must be, Jim", she said frankly.
"What, how did you know?", James asked incredulously.
"Well, as you read in the note, Wendy just started today. She told us all about you, and how she was certain you would be pissed when you read her note. And you obviously are."
"You are damn right I am pissed!", Jim said, raising his voice.
"Don't you raise your voice at me sir!", she said in retaliation, a serious look showing on her face. A security guard noticed the commotion.
"Is there a problem here", he exclaimed, looking directly at Jim, absent-mindedly handling his baton to draw attention to it.
"No, Will, it's alright. Jim was just about to get some air with me. Isn't that right, Jim?", the lady said. "Louise, come cover for me", the lady shouted as she gripped Jim by the arm and pulled him out the door.
"Now, what are you all worked up for?", she asked
"What do you mean, what?", Jim started yelling again. "Of all the places in town, Wendy could have chosen to work, she chose Hooters!!!"
"We pay well here", the lady affirmed. "And we get good hours."
"Is that supposed to make me feel better?", Jim fired back. "You know what, tell Wendy that it is over. I'm dumping her ass!!!", Jim continued.
"Tell her yourself, you Jack Ass!!!", the lady fired back, after looking over her shoulder.
"Thanks, Becky", Wendy said as she patted her colleague's shoulder and Becky walked back inside. "I see you are upset", Becky said nonchalantly.
Jim looked at his girlfriend. He looked into her bright blue eyes. How he loved those eyes. He looked at her pretty face, her lips, her adorable nose, her neck. He looked at her blonde hair that ran down her back. He looked down further, and even glanced at her cleavage, which was emphasized in the white, form-fitting tank top, pushed up by her push-up, plunge bra. He felt his body relax, that is until his glance moved a touch to the right, to the two large O's on the fabric over her right breast, the dilated eyes of the horny, avian predator caricature. His rage returned with a vengeance.
"It's over Wendy!!! I am leaving!!!", he yelled with as strong a voice as he could muster, although Wendy heard his voice crack.
"Like hell you are!!!", Wendy yelled back. Jim turned his back and started walking back to his car. Wendy jogged after him, and as soon as they were past the windows of the restaurant, she passed out in front and pushed Jim into the wall. An angry glare covered her freckled face. Jim snarled as he tried to leave, Wendy pushing him back into the wall each time.
"Let me go!!!", Jim yelled, making an effort to leave once again.
"NO!!!, Wendy yelled back.
Jim pushed Wendy back, again trying to leave, but Wendy lunged back, pushing him back into the wall.
"Let me go, you bitch!!!", Jim yelled. "I won't be responsible for what I do if you don't."
"Oh, get over yourself, you CUNT!!!", Wendy yelled back. "You know very well that my older brothers taught me how to defend myself when I was eight", replied the 23 year old.
"How could you do this to me?", Jim yelled.
"It is just a job, Jim!!! To pay the bills over the break! Grow up!!!"
"How can you parade around in that uniform all day, like a slut?!"
"What did you call me?", Wendy asked, her eyes open wide and her jaw dropped in exasperation.
"A slut! You're dressed like one!"
"Well, since I have a nice set of Double D's I thought that I might as well use them to make a bit of cash. Besides, the customers seem to like them."
"Shut up!", Jim yelled, his face reddening by the second.
"You should see the way they stare at these titties of mine", she said, pushing her tits up with her arms and pushing forward her shoulders to emphasize her cleavage, with a coy, but derogatory look at her boyfriend.
Jim stared into his girlfriends eyes and suddenly the anger evaporated as he dropped to the ground, covering his face with his hands, his chest shaking pitifully.
Wendy could have yelled and argued with her boyfriend till the end of her shift till the next morning without budging an inch. She was strong and had a tendency to be very pig-headed. But she wasn't ready for this. She had a soft spot for people who were crying, especially for her boyfriend. He could put on a show and act big and tough, but she knew better than anyone that it was all for show. Underneath, he was a big softie.
She closed the distance and knelt down at her boyfriend's feet, placing her hand on Jim's shoulder. "There, there. It is ok. I was angry", she said soothingly. Jim didn't reply, but just kept on sobbing. "It isn't as bad as all of that. Men come in, I take their orders, they stare at my tits, they ask for me to take photos with them and I do, and then they leave. That's it."
"Do they ever try to.....touch you?", Jim asked between sobs.
"Some of them do try to cop a feel, and some of them succeed. They then quickly get thrown out by Will", she affirmed, gesturing to the building. Jim continued to sob. Wendy let out an exasperated sigh. It looked like she would have to change her tactics. She looked around and saw that the coast was clear. She moved closer to her boyfriend, closing the distance between them, until her bare legs touched the denim fabric of his jeans at his knee.
"Jim, sometimes the guys do get to cop a feel." She took hold of her boyfriend's right hand. "As I was saying, some of them do get a touch. But do they get to do this?" Wendy took Jim's right hand and pressed it against her left breast, holding it there. Jim stopped sobbing. Wendy began to contract and relax her fingers over Jim's, forcing him to contract and relax his grip on the large, round tit that was in his hand. Wendy let out a sigh, but this time it was one of contentment. She breathed in and as her lungs filled with air, her breasts moved forward, her left tit pushing into Jim's hand. He let out a moan, making Wendy smile. She removed her own hand from his.
"Do you think they get to fondle one of my breasts for so long?", she continued in a low, sexy tone. She took Jim's left hand and pressed it into her right tit, massaging it against her large mound. "Do you think they get to massage both of my big titties?", she cooed. "And do you think I do this?"
Jim virtually jumped a good seven inches off the ground when Wendy suddenly grabbed a hold of his crotch, gripping his cock and balls in the palm of her hand. She began to caress and massage the growing cock in her hand, until she could no longer contain its length. She moved in quick as lightning and kissed Jim on the lips. Her hands moved to Jim's back as she caressed it, her tongue pushing its way into Jim's mouth. Jim reciprocated, while his hands jumped to the snap on her bra and unhooked it. He quickly pulled down the straps, while Wendy unzipped and unbuttoned his jeans, before pulling them down with his boxers in one jerk. She stared at Jim's huge, erect dick and licked her lips. She jumped forward, took his shaft in a firm grip and licked the head, before taking it into her mouth and moving her head up and down its length, doing her best to fit as much of it into her mouth as she could. As hard as she tried, she could barely fit much more than the head of his massive dick into her mouth. Her left hand began to caress his heavy balls. In no time she felt the pressure in his dick hit its climax as he exploded in her mouth. She sucked up his load, before pulling off of his dick. She lovingly caressed his dick as it began to soften.
"Feel better", she asked Jim, with a grin. Jim just smiled back.