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The Second Job part 1
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The Second Job part 1 I hope this isn't too awful for you to read. Well, we went over the bills, and once again we're short. Even with him working all the overtime he can we still need an extra hundred bucks per week. Looks like I'll have to accept that offer from an acquaintance at the coffee house across town. She was more a friend of a friend than an acquaintance, but she said I could use her as a reference. She said they are a great place to work, but just can't keep people for some reason. She went on to say how she's watched a half dozen girls walk out and never return in the month that she worked there. Being a middle aged and overweight with an already full time job and a family it's not like I'm hiring material so I find my prospects limited. I don't want to wait tables, but I do need the cash. It'll only be temporary I tell myself as I turn in the application. I didn't even dress up. I just have on jeans and a tee shirt with my hair in a pony tail. "Wait here." The hostess tells me. "I'll bet the manager will want to interview you right away since we're extremely short staffed." I wait as she walks to the back, and returns a short time later with a tall older man in tow. She looks to be in her late twenties, and rather chubby under her frilly dress. He looks to be in his fifties with white hair, and he's wearing an old time suit with a bow tie. "Hi. I'm Mark. I'm the manager and owner of the bistro here. Follow me to my office, and we can discuss your application." He says shaking my hand. I follow him silently to the back of the building, down a short hall with a punch clock on the wall, and to a small office at the back. He closes the door behind me offering me a seat. "Michele?" He asks as I sit. I nod my head. "Like I said, my name is Mark. I looked over your application, and I have to ask why you're interested in working here when you're already so busy with a full time job and family?" "We need the extra money at the moment, and a friend told me about working here a while back. She said that you were extremely flexible with scheduling, and a good place to work. So I thought I'd give it a try." "We do try to make it a pleasant place to work, but we do have a retention problem. Unfortunately your friend quit a few months back. She was a great employee, and you can tell her that she'll always be welcome back." "I'll do that when I see her." "As for working here I'll need to know what your sizes are for the uniform. The dress you seen our hostess wearing is the uniform. This building is over 200 years old, and we are a themed bistro that serves food and drinks. Our customers are mostly decent people that come for the feel of the place, and are normally very good tippers. I can only start you out at minimum wage, and our benefits aren't the greatest. I try to make up for those shortcomings with having a pleasant work environment. So if you're interested fill out these papers for taxes, and uniform sizes." He says sliding the forms and a pen to me across the desk. I fill out the tax forms, and write in my 40 C chest size, and my 24 dress size. I put my height at 5 foot 1 inch, and shoes size at a 6 and a half. Then I return the forms to him. He looks them over smiling as he stands. I watch as he walks to a closet in the corner of the room to my left behind me. I see a closet as he opens the door, and he pulls out a light blue dress with black trim on the ruffles. He hands it to me. "There's a bathroom across the hall that you can try this on in, but I think it'll fit you well." I take the dress to the bathroom. It's a rather large room with a changing area to the right, and a stall to the left. There is a large mirror and sink on the far wall that I can see my entire self in when I'm back far enough. I slip on the dress, and zip up the back. The first thing I notice is the low cut of the front. I'm not used to my boobs being out like this, or for so much cleavage to be in full view. I'm no prude so I just suck it up. The shoulders are big puffs of fabric that drop down off the shoulder revealing my bra strap. So I'd need a different bra. The bodice and waist are snug, but not tight. The hem falls to my ankles like it should. I return to him after situating it the best I can. "It fits you quite well." He says looking me over. "When can you start?" "Well, I have to get a new bra before that so how about in a couple of days?" "Not to be pushy or anything, but we could really use the help right now. I know the bra thing is big for you girls, but how about for today you just deal with it since you won't be working much with the customers while you train? You will be in the kitchen learning the menu, and at the bar learning the drinks." "I have to be at my school in four hours though." "That's perfect. You can work until then, and I'll get you on the payroll right away." "I don't know. I think my bra straps showing kind of ruins the old time experience, don't you?" I say trying to get out of it without refusing. "Then take it off if it bothers you that much. You'll be working with the other girls anyway, and the little you'll deal with customers they'll never know." "Fine. If you need me that bad I can work for a few hours." I relent. "Great. Thank you. You're a life saver. I'll wait here while you remove your bra." Now I'm stuck with taking it off so I return to the bathroom, and remove it. I stuff it in my purse before returning to the office. Mark gets up as soon as I walk in, and leads me to to kitchen. We walk up to the cook, and he introduces us. "This is Jose. He's been my head chef for twelve years. Jose this is Michele." I look at the almost six foot man as he glances at me. He is dressed in all white with a black apron covering his rather large belly. He just nods at me, and I smile back trying to be nice as the nervousness sets in. We walk up to a younger girl who's sitting at a table in the back drinking a soda. "This is Trisha. She's been with us for about six months now. Trish this is Michele." She looks up from her phone smiling. "Hi Michele. Welcome to the Bistro." "Trish, Michele is going to need training are you willing?" He asks. "Certainly. I'd be happy to." She says in a bubbly tone. "Sit Michele, here's our menu. Get to know it while I finish my break." Mark walks away as I read over the menu. It's a pretty basic menu with mostly sandwiches, and a few soups. The drink menu is more extensive, but since it's pretty much everything I just glance it over. "We take our breaks here, and we get paid for them. We can order anything off the menu, and Jose will have it ready at our break time. Everything is at cost for us so it's pretty cheap, and good too. The bar has any type of drink they can think of so don't bother to try to memorize the drinks. The dress looks really good on you. Let's give you a little tour to begin with." She gets up, and I see her tiny figure for the first time in her pink frilly dress. She doesn't have many curves for a girl in her early twenties. Her dress is also low cut, but she doesn't have much for boobs to show any cleavage. She doesn't have the big belly I do either. She's taller, but her figure reminds me of myself back in high school when I was 97 pounds, and a 32 A. I'm not that anymore. Thirty years and two have made sure of that. She shows me the kitchen, prep area, where to pick up the food, the bar, and the seating area. I feel so off in front of the few people that are sitting there knowing that I don't have a bra on. I feel like they can tell. The feeling is short lived as she shows me the back room where some of the supplies are. I see a door at the back of the room, and she sees me looking at it. It's an old wooden door that's dark in color, and really beat up. It captivates my attention for some reason. "That's the basement. All that's down there is some wines, and old chairs. We don't go down there alone." "Why not?" I ask thinking that her telling me that is odd. "It's not well lit, and we wouldn't want you getting hurt on your first day." "Show me then." I say feeling drawn to go down there. "No. I won't go down there. It's too creepy for me." She takes me to the hostess, and introduces me. "Mary, this is Michele." She smiles saying, "I figured he'd convince you to start right away." She's a chubbier girl with her ample cleavage almost spilling out of her dress, and she isn't as bubbly as Trisha, but still smiling and nice. "I've been her for a while, and I think you'll like working here. Right now beside Trish and myself we have two other waitresses. Tonya and Sue. They work the weekends. We don't do much business during the week so it's usually just Trish and myself on. I'm sure he'll have you scheduled to work for a few hours during our slow times so you can get used to things. That would be impossible when we're busy because it gets really hopping in here. Wear comfy shoes because you'll be moving all night." I notice the time, and I realize I have to go. I let Trish and Mary know before I tell Mark. Then I change saying bye on my way out. Mark catches me at the door, and asks how things went. "So far so good." I tell him. "That's great. When can you come in tomorrow?" "I have to drop my off at eight..." "Eight thirty then." He interrupts. "Sounds perfect! See you then." I carry the dress as I walk out. All night long I think about that door, and wonder about the basement. I wonder why Trish refuses to go down there, and why there has to be two people at all times. I even dream about it. Like it's calling my name. I feel tired when my alarm goes off, but I crawl out of bed getting the off. When I get to the Bistro I realize that I still haven't gotten a strapless bra. So I have to go without once more. I walk in, and change. Mark meets me at the punch clock handing me my time card. He already clocked me in. "I seen you come in so I punched your card for you. All those that have to wear uniforms clock in before they change. Today Mary will help you wait some tables, and when Trish comes in she will help you put away some stock stuff. Nothing too hard. You get a half hour break for lunch. Take it when you can." The morning wears on as I stumble through being a waitress. In the afternoon Trish comes in, and she has me follow her to the back. I am reminded of the door as I walk past it. It fills me with fear and wonder thinking about it. I follow her out the back door to a parked truck in the back. We unload boxes filled with supplies and food. "This is only once a week so it's not that bad." She says. "We just stack most of it in the back room, and then use it as we need it. When you get a section for yourself you'll be in charge of keeping it cleaned and stocked." I help her unload the truck, and feel myself being drawn to the door every time I walk past it. We make small talk as we work, and I find out that she's single and going to college. She works here to help with tuition. I tell her that I'm already working full time, but need some extra cash for a while. "When does the wine shipments come in?" I ask. "That should be Saturday morning. I don't do those. Those boxes are heavy, and I won't go down there." She says pointing toward the door. "Why not? How creepy can it be?" I ask. "More than you can imagine." She says as she finishes walking away. "Time to get back to work. I usually stop to straighten myself up before I go back out there." We go into the bathroom together, and straighten ourselves up before returning to the dining area. Mary had finished with our tables, and now there's almost nobody sitting. We wait on the two tables that have men seated, and I can't help but to see their eyes fixated on my chest. It makes me uncomfortable, but in a sexy way. I'm not used to having men look at me like that. They all leave nice tips when they leave, and by that time I have to go. Before I leave I talk to Mark, and set up a working schedule for myself. He tells me that I will be working with Trish for a few weeks until I'm comfortable by myself, and writes down my schedule for my available hours. He tells me that he'll call to let me know what I'll be scheduled as I leave. Before I go I glance at the door, and wonder what is behind it. It's all I think about again through the night. All the next day at my full time job I think about it, and then when I finally return to the Bistro I am prepared with the proper bra, and I notice right away that the tips aren't nearly as good. So about half way through my shift I take it off, and go braless. The tips improve almost immediately, and the looks happen much more often making me wet with excitement. I work my shift, and wait a couple of days after before I call Mark to find out my schedule since he never got back to me. "I'm sorry. I thought I told you." He says. "I have you from noon to 4 on Friday, 4 to 1 on Saturday, and 2 to 10 on Sunday. Does that work for you?" I accept the hours, and end the call. The rest of the week goes on as though nothing has changed until Friday. Then I grab my dress and head to the Bistro. I forget to leave my bra at home so I stuff the one I'm wearing in my purse as I change. Trish is as bubbly as usual, and Mary is, Mary. I grab my order book, and follow Trish to her tables. The day goes by fast, and it's soon break time. Trish goes to make a phone call to her boyfriend, and I sit in the back of the kitchen watching Jose cook. He steals a glance at me every now and then, but never stops what he's doing, or even slows. The minutes fly by, and I go to the dressing room to freshen up. I adjust my dress staring at my cleavage wondering why I'm doing this. Then when I think of how it improved the tips I squish my boobs a bit more to give me as much cleavage as possible. Something catches my attention in the backroom as I exit the bathroom changing area. It looked like a person back there so I go to check on it. The dark door fills my vision, but I don't see anyone. Instead I find myself walking up to the door. I stare at it for a few seconds before I nervously reach for the handle. It's and old style brass handle that has been tarnished for a while. I feel the cold metal in my hand as I begin to push it down to open the door. Trish's voice brings me back from my dreamlike state as she ends her call while she walks in the door. I let go of the handle, and walk out of the room quickly. She spots me as I enter the hallway in front of her. "What were you doing back here?" "I thought I saw someone." I say nervously. "You'll get that a lot here. There's days that you don't know if you're really alone, or not. This place has history so it's not surprising." I look at her questioning as we return to our customers. The guys seem to like the fact that I'm showing more, and I even see a few stare and smile. The tips were good the rest of the day, and the attention was good too. I think about it all night as I work my full time job. I am exhausted by the time I'm done working for the night, but I'm also horny from the attention I've gotten. I try to initiate things with my husband at bedtime. I even go to bed naked. I gently run my fingers over his dick on his pants. I feel it twitch, but instead of a moan I get a snore. Frustrated I roll over and go to sleep myself. I sleep soundly, but dream about going into the basement, and finding it to be completely black except for a single florescent light shining in the distance. I wake up thinking that it was an odd dream, but feel the anxiety I felt in my dream yet. I get up remembering that my bra is still stuffed in my purse so I go to take it out. The family is up, but doing their own things quietly so not to wake me. My husband is of to work already. I open my purse, but don't see my bra. I check the bathroom, hamper, and everywhere else I would have put it. I can't find it anywhere. I begin to wonder if I did see someone at the Bistro, and if that person stole it out of my purse since I had it sitting in the backroom. Soon I have to leave for work, and I take my stuff minus a bra. I don't have enough to have another one go missing. When I get there I don't see Mary. Instead it's an older lady in her fifties playing hostess. She has gray shoulder length hair, and her skinny frame is poured into a black dress that definitely isn't period style clothes. "You must be the new girl? I'm Sue. Welcome to your first weekend, and probably your last." She finishes under her breath. "I'm Michele." "I know. Mark told me all about you already. Are you catching on, or do you need someone to follow you around all night?" "I think I'm getting it, but Mark said..." "Mark tends to forget that this is a business, and we are short handed. Mark forgets a lot of things. That's Mark. If you can work solo it would really help. We are starting to pick up, and it won't slow down until after nine. If you have any questions ask Tonya. She's right over there." She points out a brunette girl across the dining room wearing a purple dress. She is a bigger girl, but without the big belly like me. She looks tall, and her frame is really very shapely. I would figure her to be in her mid thirties with almost waist long hair that is put back in a fashionable way. I watch a few men stare at her as she walks away from them, and I wonder if they do that to me too? "Well, get dressed, and get to work." She orders. I go back, clock in, and change making sure that I am adjusted enough to maximize my assets. I introduce myself to Tonya as she comes in with orders. She is almost six foot tall, and towers over me. She just says hello as she walks by. I figure it's because she's busy. I grab my order pad, and get to work. Sue tells me which section is mine, and then lets me get to it. It gets really busy, but I keep up. I ask Tonya a few questions through the night, and she just gives me the short simple answer as she walks by. I get my break a little after ten, and I feel my legs tingling as I sit in the back of the kitchen. Jose just watches me from the corner of his eye as I watch him cook. My half hour is up fast, and I finish up the night until closing at midnight. Sue leaves locking the front door. Jose and the kitchen staff clean up, and Tonya tells me to follow her. She leads me to the back where she has me dig out the napkins, paper toweling, and other stuff. We replace all the used things that are normally on the tables. We reset the entire dining room with new and full items. It's about quarter to one before we finish. Tonya isn't very talkative so as we finish up I ask where Trish was. "She quit. Just like you probably will. Nobody stays here for very long." "Why?" I ask trying to initiate some sort of conversation. "Don't ask me. Mark is really forgetful, but that can be dealt with. Sue can be a bitch at times, but she has to put up with Mark. Most repeat the same bullshit about someone touching them, or getting groped, but there's cameras all over the dining room. Nothing has ever been spotted as far as I know. It's never happened to me. And I know the way the perverts look at me." "I guess I shouldn't worry then, huh?" "Judging by the way you have your dress you'll do just fine if it happened." "What does that mean?" "Figure it out." She says walking away. I have the feeling that she really doesn't like me for some reason. I go to the changing room after she exits. I watch her clock out, and leave out the back door. I can't help but to notice that she is wearing really baggy clothes. I change, and clock out. When I walk past the backroom my attention is again drawn to the door making me pause. Jose stops me as I grab my purse. "Michele, can you stay over to help me unload a few cases of wine? The truck is really late, and the driver said that he really needs to be back on the road as soon as possible. I don't want to leave it sitting outside all night. I'll let Mark know that you stayed over if you can." "Sure." I say putting my purse back down, and laying my dress on top of it. "How long until it gets here?" "Any minute now. I really appreciate you helping. Normally I wouldn't ask one of you ladies to help, but all of my staff has left for the night, and I was just waiting for you so I could lock up. If the cases are too heavy just let me know, and I'll help you if you need." "I think I'll be okay." I say as the truck backs in. Jose takes the paperwork from the driver, and then the driver sits back in the truck leaving us to open the back and unload. "We have ten cases. I'll set them on the back, and you can put them by the basement door." "Sounds like a plan." I say. We have them off the truck in about five minutes, and the driver locks up the truck before pulling away. Jose tells me to grab a case, and be very careful going down the steps. I wait in anticipation as he opens the door. It's really dark as he reaches in to the left. I hear a switch click, and see a row of lights light up. Each light is about fifteen feet apart hanging from the cord from the ceiling. They're not florescent like I dreamt. Instead they're just regular bulbs. I grab one of the lighter cases, and follow him down a rickety wooden stair to a cinder block basement. It's a large room filled with wine racks on every wall. Each bottle held in with a rubber strap. "Just set them here, and I can put them away later." He says. I set it down, and look around. It cold, and dimly lit. The room is about thirty feet square with a row of lights going down a hallway at the back. It looks like small rooms on both sides of the hall before it ends in another larger room. "This used to be a jail at one point." Jose says seeing me looking around. "From what I've heard the history of this place goes way back. I guess back there was where the people were tried from the cells on the sides. Then the other prisoners could see the convicted being dragged out to whatever their fate was. Rumor has it that a lot of them were hanged, but that's just a rumor. There's no proof to back it up, but the judge was a mean one so it may have been possible." "Wow. Crazy story." "Yup. It guess this place was a brothel at some point too. Hard to believe that it all started as a farmhouse." "So did anyone actually die here?" "A couple have been noted. The first one was a freed man named Henry that worked the farm. Henry was smitten by the farmer's , and the farmer caught them fooling around. She said that she wasn't willing, and the farmer shot Henry dead. She was so stricken with grief that she ran away. Nobody knows what happened to her after. Supposedly some people see a brunette with long hair standing in the upper window on a moonlit night." "That's so sad." "And not really believable. All that we know is that a farmer shot a freed man named Henry on the grounds. Nothing more." "What about the other one?" I ask as we bring the boxes down. "That was an old cowboy named Banty. He liked the girls, and they liked his money." "Back when it was a brothel?" "Yup. Banty was reported to be a real womanizer, and would treat the girls like property. He liked bigger girls, and was kicked out on a few occasions for his antics. But the girls liked his money so he was always let back in after a few days." "So one of the girls got tired of him?" "Yeah. His wife. She shot him dead somewhere in the building. As for the facts. We only know that an old cowboy named Banty was shot dead by his wife when he was at the brothel." "I can see how that would happen." I chuckle. We are soon done, and I offer to help put the bottles away right away. "You don't have to. I will get someone else to do it tomorrow." We return to the back room with me asking about any more history to the place. Jose says that aside from some ghost investigators a few years back it's pretty tame. "The investigators came through and spent the night. They claim to have spooky voices and stuff recorded, but I heard the sounds. They don't sound like much to me. The ghosts they got on camera look like bugs flying around. On one I could even make out the wings on the moth as it flew by. Supposedly some pipe flew at them hitting the floor right at their feet. I figure they had it rigged since if there was something there that wanted to hit them with the pipe it would have. They weren't that far away from it. Besides, I've been here for years, and nothing has happened to me." "I thought I saw someone here last week in the backroom, but there wasn't anyone there." I admit. "You must be one of the lucky ones then. I haven't had nada happen to me. Not even a feeling of being watched. I'd love it if it did happen. Then I could believe the stories about this place being haunted." "It was just a millisecond glance out of the corner of my eye." "And that seems to always be the case. But some girls have stormed out of here making claims. I think their minds tell them that it's happened even though it hasn't. Know what I mean?" "I do. It's been nice chatting with you Jose. I'm glad we got the chance." "Me too. You seemed like a nice lady when I first seen you, but I'm always so busy that I never had a chance to say hello. Now get home to your family, and I'll see you tomorrow." "For sure." I say as I walk to my car with him watching. I wave as I drive past seeing him locking the door behind himself. I laugh at myself for getting all worked up over the basement. I remind myself that I'm a grown woman, a wife, and a mother. I shouldn't be so prone to fantastic stories and superstitions. I crawl into bed beside my husband, and fall fast asleep. I don't even think I had a dream, and I woke fully refreshed but sore from being on my feet all day. I ask my husband to rub my legs for me. He does, and it feels so good. I feel myself becoming excited from his touch. As his hands move above my knees my legs open for him. I feel my crotch tingle with anticipation as his fingers near my underwear. He touches me so gently, and all the stresses and frustrations culminate into me needing a release. "Close the door?" I ask. He smiles, and tells me that there's no time. I look at the clock, and realize that he's right. Getting up I take a quick shower, grab a bite to eat, and head in to work. I walk past Sue, and see Tonya waiting tables. It's actually pretty empty, but it's Sunday afternoon so it's not surprising. I wave at Jose on my way to change. Clocking in I see that Mark is in his office by the I'm in sign on the door. I knock before entering, and then ask if Jose had told him that I stayed late. "He did, and thank you so much for doing that. I am so glad that you decided to join our team. Do you want me to just pay you for that, or do you want to leave early?" "Payout would be great. I need the money." "Yes, but you also don't want to get too worn out from working all the time, and I know you have a family that you's rather be with." "I would, but I need the money at the moment." "Okay then. I'll add it onto you check." I thank him, and get changed. I just say hello to Tonya in passing. She just smiles a forced smile. Through the night I see Tonya and Sue chatting on occasion, but they are both rather blunt with me for some reason. I watch the guys staring at Tonya when it happens, and I try to see if any are looking at me like that. A few do, and it makes my crotch tingle knowing that I'm being desired. At break I sit there watching Jose steal glances at me. He smiles at me, and I smile back. "Don't let those two bitches get under your skin." He whispers in my ear as I go back to work. I smile and tell him that I won't. It's nine, and Sue closes the Bistro before leaving. Tonya and I reset the tables silently. I wait for her to change, and see her walking out before I go to change. I notice that the place is silent when I clock out. I look in the kitchen to see all the lights off, and everyone gone. Same for the dining area. Figuring that everyone is gone I go to leave. I see the basement door is slightly open, and the lights are on when I get my purse. I look down, but see nobody. I hear the bottles clanging so I walk down. Jose is putting the bottles on the shelves alone. I watch him for a few seconds. "I didn't think we were supposed to be down here alone?" I ask. "That's just for you girls. I come down here alone all the time." "I thought you were going to have someone do this during the day?" "My sou chef called in again. I was short handed." I grab a couple of bottles, and begin to help. He points me to the right rack. "Why the straps?" I ask. "A couple of times animals have gotten down here, and pushed the bottles to the ground smashing most of them. We can't afford that so we strap them in." "How would an animal get in here?" "I don't know. All I know is that we came in to one hell of a mess, and it took hours to clean up." "Tell me about Tonya and Sue." "Not much to tell. Sue is Mark's wife, and has extreme mood swings. Tonya is pretty stuck up, and hardly even says hi to me." "What about Mark?" "He's a pretty good guy. He tries to be fair, and is a really good boss. He forgets a lot which gets annoying, and that's probably why Sue gets so pissy." "I've heard that about him." I laugh. We are soon done putting away the bottles, and Jose offers to show me the rest of the basement. I follow him down the hall, and see the remnant of hinges where the cell doors hung. The small rooms are bare except for extra chairs, and stuff. The dim light doesn't help me to see a lot, and the very back room is the dimmest with only one bulb for the entire room. "This is where they said a pipe was thrown at them." Jose says. I get an ominous feeling. Like the mix of fear and anticipation. I look into the dark corners feeling like I'm being stared at. Looking at Jose I see him looking back with a smile. I chalk my feelings up to him looking at me. I see all the extra tables, empty boxes, and old lights laying in piles all over the floor. It's dusty, and dank just like a basement. "See, nothing scary here. No ghosts." We walk back up the stairs, and he thanks me for helping. He seems shocked when I told him that I had already clocked out. He then walks me to my car, and waits for me to pull away. I shower again when I get home to wash the dirt off me from the basement. Then I sit up with my husband for a short while before we go to bed. I again feel frisky, but am answered with snores. I hate being so frustrated. Rolling over I go to sleep. The week goes on with my normal day to day life. I don't even think about the Bistro until Friday. I show up at noon to see Trish standing there playing hostess. "I'm surprised to see you there." I say. "Sue finally is letting me hostess for some real hours. She still won't let me on Saturdays, but this is a start. How are you coping?" "Pretty good. I still make a few oopsies, but I think I have it for the most part." "I meant with Tonya. She has the personality of Cruella DeVille." "I've noticed, but I don't let people like her bug me." I go to change, and begin my shift. Only two tables are full, and both are on my side. One is a bunch of young in their late teens to early twenties. The other is a table of businessmen. The teens are acting childish like expected, and it's disturbing the businessmen. I ask them to keep it down, and they do for a short bit. Then I have to ask them to leave. They don't argue since they're done eating anyway. On the tip portion of the bill they write, "Get the landwhale back to the beach so she can find the water." Knowing it as a barb against my weight Trish scolds them. I just ignore it. Then she writes down their names telling me that they are not welcome in the Bistro anymore. "We don't accept people like that. That goes for everybody. Mark's rules." She tells me. "Get their names if you can, and then Mark lets all the other restaurants in the area know so they have a hell of a time getting served. We've even had a few come back begging to be forgiven." I return to the businessmen as a few people are seated in Tonya's section. "Those were pretty rude." One of them says. "I'm sorry about that. It's not the atmosphere we like here. I could give you a discount on your meals if that'll make it up to you?" "That's not necessary sweetie. Just seeing you more than makes up for it." Another says. I feel myself blush, and feel my crotch tingle from neglected excitement as I thank him. "We really would love to have you gentlemen back, and I hope your next visit will be more to your liking." "We'll be back, but you'll have to tell us when you're working next." "I work Friday, Saturday, and Sunday usually." "We'll see you soon then. And we do like seeing you." The first one says taking the bill. "I can take that for you when you're ready." "I give it to you any time you're willing." He laughs. I feel my wetness run down my leg. I've never had a guy talk to me like this, and it making me so horny. I take the bill back from him, and charge his card before returning to him. "Just leave it on the table when you're finished, and thank you for visiting." I say before heading to the bathroom to clean myself up. "I'd lay her on the table." I hear one of the guys say as I walk away. "Take a number buddy." Another says. My underwear are soaked by the time I get to the bathroom. I hate that I get so wet at the slightest twinge of anticipation. Even a sexy thought makes my juices flow. I take off my underwear so I don't start to chafe from the wetness, and hope that I can refrain from getting so horny for the rest of the night. I stuff them in my purse before returning to work. Thankfully the rest of the night goes by without a hitch. I change, clock out, grab my purse, and head to my car with Jose watching Trish and I as we leave. When I get home I open my purse to toss my undies into the wash, but they're gone. I wonder who is going through my purse, and what kind of pervert would steal my underwear? Who even knew they were in there? The next day I get up early to spend some time with my before work. Then I get ready at the last minute. That's when I realize that I didn't do my laundry, and I have no clean underwear except for my thongs. I grab my black cotton ones, and head out. It's busy when I get in, and Sue is in a bad mood. Tonya is waiting tables while Trish is also waiting tables. "You could have been here earlier. I had to call in Trish." Sue growls at me. "I'm not scheduled until four, and it's only quarter to now. I'm early." I say walking past her. I hear her huff as I go to change. Trish and I split the section, and it's not long before I see the businessmen walk in the door. I see them telling Sue that they want me as a waitress. She seats them in Tonya's section. One talks to Trish, and I see her pointing. The men move into my section, and Sue walks right up to Trish scolding her. I hear Trish tell her that they requested to move into my section or they were going to leave, and that since money is so important to Sue that she didn't think having paying customers walking out over a seat was a good idea. Sue huffed back to the hostess station, and Trish smiled at me. I had to laugh, and was stil smiling when I waited on their table. "There she is. That dumb old hag over there told us we had to sit where she put us. Fuck that." "I'm glad you're back. Welcome, and what would you like?" "Your name." One says. "I'm Michele." They all order, and I hear one quip that he'd like to see me on the menu as I walk away. I turn in the order, and wait the rest of my tables. I keep an eye on the guys, and I see them watching me while talking among themselves. I wonder what they're saying. I feel my tingle returning as my mind wanders. I go to the bathroom to freshen up. I adjust myself, and wipe my crotch before returning to work. The men hang around for a while talking business every time I walk up, but I see them watching me. The place slowly goes quiet until it's just the businessmen and another table of older men left. Both in my section. Trish leaves for the night, and I go to give myself a final adjustment making sure to maximize my cleavage. When I return the older men are finishing their meals, and all five of them just begin to stare at me. Not thinking anything of it I return to the businessmen. They too stare at me, but I see that they are staring at my chest. I look down to see half my right areola is sticking up out of the dress. I feel my crotch flush with nervous excitement, and I pretend that nothing is off. It feels like I'm peeing myself as I walk away to get their bills. My first thought is to cover myself, but I see that Tonya, and Sue are on the other side of the dining are talking to each other. I decide in my horniness that I'm going to leave myself exposed. I return to the old men, and lay the bill on the table bending as I do. I feel my dress tug down on my breast, but don't bother to look. Then I return to the businessmen, and I see them all stare intently. I lay their bill on the table bending as I do. Again my dress tugs, and again I leave it be. When I stand up one of the guys asks if he could talk my picture since they have to return home. I agree, and all of the guys crowd around me as they take selfies. As I walk away I look down to see my right breast fully exposed, and my nipple is rock hard. I tuck it back in, and feel my wetness trickling down both of my legs. I go to clean up, and pay their bills when I return with things in their proper places. The old men leave quietly, but the businessmen all want a hug before they go. Sue locks the door right behind them, and Tonya makes a quip to her about me whoring myself out for tips. "I'll leave the whoring to you since you have all the experience." I say as I walk to the backroom. I grab the things I need to reset my tables, and then watch as Tonya finishes her section. She never says a word. She finishes up, and changes before leaving. Jose watches her go, and then returns to the kitchen. "No trucks tonight?" I ask before I clock out. "Not tonight. We can leave when we're supposed to." "Sounds good. Good night Jose." I walk to my car as he watches me. I dig out a CD to listen to, and think about what happened with my boob popping out. Jose gets tired of watching, and goes back in. My horniness gets tired of being neglected, and my hand finds my waistband of my jeans. Before I know it I'm laying back with my pants undone, and my fingers sliding across my clit as they plunge into me overheated pussy. It feels so good. My left hand is under my shirt pinching my right nipple as I imagine being bent over the table as they take turns with me. I moan loud as my hips raise off the seat. The waves of pleasure make every muscle in my body quiver as my orgasm flows out of my pussy covering my fingers in sticky juices. It lasts for a few seconds before I collapse back into the seat panting. I look up to see Jose watching me from the doorway. I pull my hand out quick, and drive away without even buttoning my jeans. I realize when I get home that my pants are still wide open, and my crotch looks like I peed myself. Grabbing my purse I walk in, and change into my pajamas right away. Then I lay in bed thinking about showing myself, Jose seeing me, and wondering what he'll say tomorrow. I lay awake wondering just how much Jose had seen, and what he's going to say or do? I eventually nod off, but the sleep I get is anything but restful. Before I know it my alarm is ringing off, and it's time to get ready for work. As I get dressed I realize that I still haven't washed any clothes. I grab my last underwear, my pink lace g string, and slip it on after a quick shower. When I get to the Bistro I try to avoid Jose as much as possible. I even skip break so I don't have to see him. At the end of my shift he waits for me at the door holding it open for me. I look straight to the ground as I pass him. "I deleted it off the recordings last night. You have to be more careful. Mark has cameras all over." I freeze in my tracks for a second. "I don't think any different about you Michele. It's just a natural thing, and that's all I'm going to say about it. Have a great night." His words hit home for some reason. He sounds sincere, and I feel relief. "Thank you Jose. You have a great night yourself." I say as I walk the rest of the way to my car. And that was all he said about it. The next few weeks go by with nothing happening out of the ordinary. Tonya and Sue still being stuck up, and Mark always in the office with the door closed. Things are quickly normal. Friday night at about an hour before closing the old men walk in from a month earlier. I remember them because of what happened. There's a few more this time, and they ask to sit in my section. I fix a table for all nine of them, and take their orders. I hear a couple mumbling about how nice my chest is, and how they can see how my boob would flop out. I pretend I don't hear it, and go about my work. They eat slow, and are soon the only people left. Tonya resets her section early, and goes home while Sue goes into the kitchen to sit with her drink. When they are finally ready to finish I hand them the bill telling them that they can pay me when they're ready. "I'll pay you twenty bucks to show me your titty again." One says. "I don't think so sir." I say politely feeling my loins stir. "Fifty, but you have to show both of them." Another pipes up as I clear the table. "Nope. I need this job, sorry." I say walking the dirty dishes to the bin. For some reason I feel my dress as it rubs across my bare ass under it, and it's turning me on. "You know, there's nobody else here to see. You won't get in any trouble. We certainly wouldn't tell." "I'm not a that sells herself gentlemen." I say assertively. "Consider it a tip for a job well done." I stand there feeling my crotch tingle and moisten. Wondering if I should all the while my hornyness is growing inside of me. "A hundred bucks, but we get a picture to remember you by." I look around silently. My back is to the kitchen, and Sue is nowhere to be seen. We are actually alone. No cameras that I can see. "Come on, whip them out babe. Show us those meaty tits." I feel my bodice pull down as I stare at the front door in front of me. My breasts flop free, and I stand there holding my bodice down for them to get their pictures. Then I pull it back up covering my chest. "Those are some nice fat jugs my dear." The one closest to me says handing me five twenties. "We'll be back for sure." Another says as they stand to leave. It's already time for me to clock out by the time they leave, but I stay over to quickly reset my section. It doesn't take long since all I had left was their table. I clock out, and go to change clothes. On my way to get my purse Jose stops me. "I hate to ask you, but do you think you could help with another truck with the wine?" "Sure." I say giggling. As we wait it an awkward silence. He breaks it by asking how things are going at home for me. I tell him about the and hubby's latest triumphs and tribulations, and as I run out of things to say I see the truck back in. Jose jumps in the back pulling a bunch of cases to the edge for me to grab. We unload the same as we did before. All off the truck, and then down the stairs. While he's dealing with the paperwork I begin to carry the boxes down by myself. After the third, or so box, I get the ominous feeling that I'm being watched from the far room. I look back there, but don't see anything. The feeling stays with me even after Jose comes down to help. We finish up in a short while, and then he thanks me again. "Someday I'll have to pick you out a good bottle for helping me so much." He says. "Any day. Just say the word." I laugh. We return to the back room, and we both go to wash up. I finish first, and realize that I had brought my purse down with me since the back door was wide open for unloading. I run down quick to get it, but don't see it where I thought I set it next to the stair. I figure it must have been kicked under as we walked up and down the steps so I kneel down to see under the steps. It's dark, but I think I see it way under. I have to stretch as I reach to get it, and I can still only touch it with my finger tips. I strain to get it trying to get my entire shoulder under the step. As I'm all sprawled out I feel something cold press against my right butt cheek. Almost as though there was a hand touching me. I freeze. The pressure slowly moves toward my left cheek, but stops right over my ass crack. Then I feel it move down until it's touching my crotch. I hear a moan escape me as the coldness counters my overheated crotch. "Michele?" I hear Jose call. I snap out of it, and grab my purse before running up the stairs. "I'm here. I just had to get my purse." I say brushing myself off. "It got kicked under the steps." He holds the door open for me, and locks it behind us as we leave. He then holds my car door open, and closes it when I'm in watching me as I drive away. All night and all week I think about feeling the cold touch touching me. I wonder if there is something to the ghost stories? I chalk it off to my being overly horny and frustrated since I'm not getting any attention at home. "Michele." Mark says as I arrive for work on the following Friday. "Please come in, and sit. Close the door behind yourself." I get nervous wondering what's going on as I sit in front of him. "I just wanted to say that it's been a real pleasure having you working here." "I'm getting fired." I think to myself. "He found out about me showing myself. I'm done." "You have been a real help. Jose tells me that you have gone the extra mile every time he's needed assistance. Unfortunately." "Here it comes." I prepare myself to hear the words. "Unfortunately Sue and Tonya seem to have issues with you for some reason. But they have had issues with a few of the girls that have worked here. So I'm going to write that off as Sue and Tonya just being themselves. Trish has given you rave reviews for everything, and Jose says that he couldn't imagine anyone else he'd rather work with. When you add in that we have customers asking to be seated in your section specifically I don't know what to say." I don't really know what I'm hearing so I just sit there. "So in conclusion I have to say that I am very glad that you decided to join our team, and that I hope you stick around for a long time. I know that you have a full time job too so if the hours get to you, or you need some time off just let me know. I'd rather give you the time off than see you quit." He hands points to the closet, and tells me to open it. "It for you." He says as I pull out a bag with a new pink dress in with my name on the bag. "It's made to your sizes, and should fit you better than that one." "This one fits pretty good though." I say. "Have them both then." I pull it out, and look it over. It's all shiny pink with lace puff shoulders, no sleeves, a lacy bodice, and lace trim over the dress to the hem. It's actually very nice looking. I thank him, and he tells me to get to work with a smile. I close the door behind me, and hurry into the dress. It fits good, but is snug on top. The low neckline made of lace barely contains my chest which is fine by me since it means I won't have to keep adjusting all night. I'm wondering if it'll hold since my boobs are stuffed so tight into the lace that they look like they're going to burst out at any moment. I also notice that there is a slit up the left side up to my mid thigh. "A bit more revealing than I'm used to, but okay." I say to myself. Mark is waiting for me as I walk out, and nods his approval when he sees me. He hands me an envelope with my name on it telling me that it's a bonus since business has been up since I started. My customers seem to like my new dress too. At least the underhanded comments, ogles, and tips tell me that they do. And it makes me so horny to think about being wanted in such a way. Friday and Saturday fly by as though I'm in a dream. Sunday is pretty boring. I have a cute forty something guy come in around seven, and he's go such a big bulge in his pants that I can't seem to stop looking. I feel myself wet just looking. Sue seats him by Tonya, and I'm free to stare. And I do. I stare as I make sure my section is in top shape. I see him looking back at me, and once he even smiles at me. It makes me want him to take me right then, and my underwear are soaked just thinking about it. Jose asks me to get him a bottle of the cooking white wine as I pass, and I head right to get it hoping that I can find it before the guy leaves. Searching the rows of wine My mind is constantly thinking about him bending me over a table, and his big dick ravaging me while his big hands crush my breasts as he rubs them. I feel my hand find the slit in my dress, and my fingers quickly find my clit through my underwear. I feel his hands on my breasts as I imagine him pinching my nipples as he kneads them. I pull the bodice down letting my boobs flop free. My fingers work my left nipple and then the right before I have to hold myself up against the row of bottles. My fingers rubbing my clit makes my legs weak. I imagine him fucking me hard. Him pinching both of my nipples from behind. It's not long before I imagine him holding on to my boobs as he uses me slamming me against the table with every thrust. I think about him slamming deep before he pulls out. He claws me under my breasts from the nipples down as I feel his cum coating my back and ass. I immediately orgasm so hard. I fall to my knees shaking in pleasure feeling my wetness running down my legs. I rub my clit for the couple of minutes my orgasm lasts, and then I catch my breath. My mind goes to thinking about getting the wine before Jose comes looking for me, and finds me like this. I quickly cover myself, and find the wine. I also notice the wet spots I left on the floor, but don't worry about them knowing that they'll be gone before anyone else comes down. I hurry back up the stairs to the changing room. I slip off my soaking wet underwear, and wipe myself clean. Making sure my boobs are in my dress I stuff my underwear into my purse before bringing Jose the wine. He smiles at me, and I wonder if he somehow knows what I just did? The man is gone before I get back, and I just clean until it's time to go home. I watch Sue leave, and wait for Tonya before changing. That's when I notice four scratch marks under both of my boobs going from just under my areolas to about the middle of my belly. They aren't deep, but noticeable. I start to believe the ghost stories as I look them over. "Did you have a good night?" Jose asks holding the door for me. "It was okay." "Do you want to have that drink now?" "Sounds good." Jose closes and locks the door before I follow him down to the wine cellar. I see two glasses sitting on a small table beside two chairs telling me that he had this planned. I just smile at him when I see it. "Don't be offended, but I thought you'd be good with staying tonight." "I'm not offended at all." He pops the cork on a bottle, and we sip and chat about Sue, Tonya, Mark, Trisha, and his crappy kitchen help. As the alcohol takes effect he tells me about his divorce, and how he's been married to the job for the past few years. I find myself telling him about my marriage, , and I let it slip that we really don't have much of a sex life. He's a great listener, and I feel comfortable talking to him. "You wanted to know if anything strange ever happened to me here?" "Yeah, I do." "I felt cold hands on my butt once when I was down here alone helping you with the wine." "Other girls have said that they have been goosed too." "It wasn't so much a goose as a long slow feel. It started on my right cheek, and ended on my crotch." "And you didn't run away?" "No. I'm too horny all the time." I laugh. "I figured that you were neglected when I saw you in your car that day." "Sorry, I got carried away." "Don't be sorry. I love that memory, and I'll cherish it always." "Then you'll like to know that earlier today I played with myself down here." "I figured as much from the look on your face when you came back up." He giggles. "Yeah. It was great. Except that I got a few scratches out of it." "How did you do that?" "I have no idea. They were just there." "Can I see them?" "They're on my boobs." "I won't blame you for not showing me, but I would like to see." I lift my shirt showing him my chest thanks to the wine. He looks, and nervously touches the scratches. A moan escapes me when his fingertips touch my left areola, and I shudder slightly feeling my crotch come alive. I look to see him looking me in the eyes. I know I shouldn't, but I can't say no. His hand is soon covering my left breast with my hard nipple between his fingers. I bite my lip feeling my pussy flow with need. His hands are soon all over my chest, and my shirt is laying on the table beside me. After a few minutes of him caressing me he leans forward. I feel his warm mouth engulf my left nipple. His teeth gently bite down while his tongue flicks across it driving my crazy with lust. I moan, and pull his face tight to me. He massages my left breast while attending the right, and after a while of making me more and more horny he switches. I feel my jeans unbutton, and then unzip. His hand runs down trying to get under my waistband. I lean back feeling his hand slip right down to my crotch. He awkwardly rubs my clit while sucking my nipples. It's enough to make me moan wanting more. When he stands I see his cock pushing at the front of his pants. He lifts me to my feet by my hand, and slowly pulls my pants off me. then he stands in front of me looking into my eyes as he massages my breasts. I can feel his cock throbbing through his pants as we stand tight together. I'm not thinking right, and I reach down grabbing it through his pants. I am awed by how hard it is. I unzip his fly going in after it. I need to touch him, and he moans when I have it in my hand pulling it out. Looking down I see the big purple head throbbing in my hand. I drop to my knees, and run my tongue up the shaft from his balls to the tip. He moans again, and I sit him down. I take him into my mouth, and suck his entire cock feeling it banging against the back of my throat as I suck. I love sucking dick, and I just can't help myself. I feel the cold touch on my right ass cheek again, but I don't care about it. I suck harder as I feel it move to my crack. Moans come out of me constantly as the cold touch runs over my asshole, and I suck harder as it reaches my exposed pussy. The cold touch on my clit drives me wild with lust. I can't seem to get enough of his dick so I suck with all I can as I feel an orgasm quickly take me. I moan as the release flows through my pussy, and I feel his cum fill my mouth. I swallow it greedily as the waves of pleasure take me. Feeling his pulsating in my mouth combined with my own orgasm feels so intense. We come down from our orgasms together, and I lick of the last drops before he pulls me up gently. "You're the first woman I know of that has had an orgasm from giving a blow job." "I was being touched." I admitted as I lay across his lap. "So you brought yourself to orgasm?" "No. I was BEING touched, and whatever it is it's still touching me." I say feeling the cold touch on my left ass cheek, and moving back toward my crack. "So there's someone touching you right now?" "Yes." I say as the touch pushes lightly against my asshole. "And it's trying to go up my butt." I feel it move back down to my crotch. "Now back down to my...pussy." I say as I feel it slip into me. He just sits there watching as I feel the coldness moving in and out of my wet pussy pleasuring me. I hear myself moaning as it uses me. Jose holds my hands as I am brought quickly to another orgasm. I squeeze tight as the pleasure courses through me. He watches me with a smile. I barely finish when I feel the cold touch subside. "We better get you home before your husband worries about you." "He's in bed." I walk up to the bathroom and clean myself up before returning to Jose in the basement where I get dressed. He's already dressed when I return, and we finished the little wine that was left before we leave. "This shouldn't have happened." I admit. "It didn't happen except when we want it to have happened. Our little secret." "Thank you." I say as I get into my car. I fall fast asleep, and dream about being in the basement naked. I can't move and feel like I'm in trouble. I feel like something wants to abuse me sexually, and it turns me on as much as fills me with fear. All week long it's constantly on my mind. The scratches remind me for about three days, but after that it's just the thought of what happened. I feel ashamed that I did what I did with Jose, but I don't really regret it. Over the next few weeks I constantly fight the urge to go downstairs. I try to get my husband to give me attention, but that's a lost cause. One Saturday Jose tells me that the truck is coming, and asks if I'll help. I agree as usual. There's a lot of boxes on this truck, and I bring them down to the basement alone while he deals with the driver. My mine goes right back to what happened when Jose and I were down there the last time, and I'm hoping for something to happen again to relieve some of my frustrations. I bring them down box by box. The driver and Jose just stop to watch me every time I return for another box. I'm almost all the way done by the time Jose helps me finish. The driver waits as I stand there in the back room in front of him and Jose. "Are you feeling okay Michele?" Jose asks. "I'm feeling fine. Why?" "I was just wondering. Do you feel a bit chilled maybe?" "A little, but not too bad. Why are you asking?" "Well, things have just been revealed that are usually kept under wraps." Jose says hinting. I look down to see that I'm standing there stark naked. "Oh my God!" I exclaim shocked as I try to cover myself. The driver laughs as he walks away. "Let's get you dressed." Jose says to me. "Where are your clothes?" "I don't know. I don't remember taking them off." I run down the stairs looking for my clothes, but they're nowhere to be found. We search all over before Jose hands me an apron to wear home. Then as we leave My clothes are laying on the step nicely folded. Minus my underwear. "Come on! I don't have that many left." I whine. "What does that mean?" "Every time I put some of my underwear in my purse, or set them down anywhere they wind up missing. This is like the fifth pair of underwear and two bras." "Somebody down here likes you. We should do our own paranormal investigation someday." "I don't know about that." I say as we step up to the door. He unlocks it, and opens it for me. "Shit! I left my keys downstairs." "I'll get them." "No. It'll only be a second." I run down the stairs, and grab my keys off the table. Then as I begin on my way up I'm stopped in my tracks but the feeling that something is right behind me. I slowly turn around, and I see a black shadow in the corner of the far room. It's just standing there staring at me. Then I feel faint, but I don't fall down. Instead I find myself walking slowly up the steps as though someone else was in control of my body. "Find them okay?" He asks. I don't say a word. I just drop to my knees in front of him, and pull his dick out. I suck it until it's nice and hard before I lay him on his back right there on the floor. I slurp up every inch of his cock feeling my pussy wet with arousal. Then I feel myself taking off my pants. Looking him in the eye I feel whatever is controlling me swing my leg over him, lift his cock up, and slip it right into me. 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