Blood Wild - Sex Stories

Blood Wild

... little sister is graduating from high school next week. She’s looking to get a job somewhere. I told her that I’d ask you about working here. What do you think? Could you stand another of us Simmons girls working here?” Deeny asked with a teasing smile.

Hank stopped what he was doing and turned his head to look at Deeny. He wasn’t sure if she was teasing him or serious and had to look to make sure one way or the other.

“Are you serious?” Hank asked, his face lighting up with the beginnings of a smile.

“Sure, have her come on in and sit for an interview. I can’t pay her much at first, not like you or Yvonne, but she’ll have tips too so...” Hank stated and then remembered the order he was working on and turned back to the flat top griddle.

“Great. This is the last week of school, so it’ll be next week. I’ll let her know. Thanks Hank!” Deeny said as she continued down the hallway to the dining room.

“Morning Y.” Deeny said as she stepped up next to Yvonne behind the counter as Yvonne was replacing the coffee pot on the warmer.

“Morning Deeny.” Yvonne responded distractedly.

Deeny knew instantly that something was wrong. Yvonne might be grumpy occasionally or even angry for one reason or another, but being distracted was something else...especially with Deeny.

“Everything okay, Y?” Deen asked softly as she rubbed shoulders with the older waitress.

“I got a call last night... Some lawyer saying, he had to meet with me.” Yvonne said quietly in a tight ...

... voice that set Deeny on edge even further.

“A lawyer? You in some kind of trouble?” Deeny asked quietly as she rested her right hand on Yvonne’s left forearm.

“Ha! I wish! More like a nightmare from my past come to revisit me.” Yvonne said sarcastically with bitterness.

“Talk to me Y... I’m here for you girl.” Deeny said earnestly.

Yvonne lowered her head as if in defeat, both hands flat on the counter by the coffee machine as she inhaled a long deep breath and collected her thoughts. She sighed an exhale and shook her head sadly as if not really believing what she was about to say herself.

“Apparently my grandmother left some money in a trust for me when she died. My whoring bitch of a mother never told me anything about it. Worse still, she had access to the money in small increments and has been syphoning money from it for years and years. I would have never known anything about it had she not had a stroke and ended up in a nursing home. The home found about the trust somehow but she can’t access the money anymore because she basically a vegetable now. The lawyers in charge of the trust tracked me down so that I can take claim of the money, or what’s left of it.”

“Oh my! That’s a lot to take in at one time. I can see how you might feel... betrayed.” Deeny said as the implications sank in, she knew Yvonne had to be both confused and very bitter over this revelation.

“Anyway, the guy that called last night said a lawyer would be stopping here today to talk ...