Turning a good girl bad
Date: 3/29/2016,
Categories:
Fetish,
First Time
Voyeur,
Author: HatefulMan, Source: xHamster
I'd been watching the fat assed waitress swing back and forth for the past hour. At 2 am on a wet New Hampshire night there isn't much else to do but hit the late night diners, find some action, or at least, just pick out the desperate ones. This bitch was definitely filed under desperate; you could tell from the care she'd lavished on her red red mouth. I could imagine her spending an hour in front of a mirror in her lonely apartment painting that signal, getting the definition just right, the dark line around her lips, the gloss. It said feminine, it said wet, it said available and yes, it said desperate. Why, I didn't know. Sure she had a big ass, but she looked savvy enough to know plenty of men liked that. Besides she had tits to match, and a wide butt and double d titted slut is never going to be short of company. Yet I got the impression this girl was. Pretty, but with sad eyes - stoner's eyes to be honest. Maybe that was the issue, she'd never met a guy that could thrill her as much as a pipe. "Coffee?" I was startled out of my musings by the girl herself, standing in front of me with a hot jug,a nd hot jugs. "Sure, top me up," I glanced at her nametag, "Chloe. Thanks". She bent to do so and I enjoyed the cleavage. I got the impression she enjoyed me enjoying her. "Quiet in here isn't it?" "She looked up, appraising me with those tired sad eyes. "it always is midweek. Besides, it's two in the morning - what do you expect?" ...
... "I didn't expect a pretty thing like you, " I shot back. And yes, she did like that."I'm not on the menu, but I can get you something that is" she responded, with less of a smile than I wanted. "You're not even on the desert menu?""Oh you couldn't afford me if I was, " she said, with a little more humour. I reached into my jacket, pulled out a wad. Midweek, so not at it's best, but I still put an inch of green on the table. "I think I could. Wouldn't you say?""Big shot eh? So what are you doing in a dive like this?" she challenged. "Looking for girls like you. That's my business." The levity vanished from her eyes, changed to something like horror, but not quite. And she was gone. But not for long. As I drank the last of my coffee and stood I saw her watching from the counter, and I walked over, a twenty in hand. "Sorry if I offended you - this is for the service". The way she made it vanish told me money talked with this one. "When you said you were looking for girls like me, what did you mean?" Jackpot, I thought. "Girls who aren't happy with a waitress wage and tips. Are you happy with it? "No. But that doesn't mean I'd do anything." I smiled, "Honey, I'm not suggesting just anything. Take a drive with me, and I'll show you." She glanced around at the short order cook. "I finish in half an hour." I nodded. "Fine. I'll be in the lot. The Lincoln." Sure enough in 30 ...