The proprietor of Gino's Greasy Spoon was well aware of the Prom, and had advertised in advance that the restaurant would be open late. As a result, the place was jumping at 1:00 a.m. Oddly, the two horseshoe booths at the back were still empty when Jimmy Hightower and company came through the door. Jimmy was feeling brave; wiggling his eyebrows, he asked Amy, "How about 'the Booth'?"
Amy eyed him and announced, "Okay, but I'm not promising to follow tradition..." Jimmy grinned and led them back. They were still seating themselves when Dina led the four couples in, flags flying. Normal customers were unprepared for the sensation the 'Girl in Grey' made as she led her little group back. There was a slight flap as they arrived at 'the Booth' but Dina shrugged, and they began sliding into the other horseshoe. Jimmy cleared his throat, got Terry's attention, and waved to the open end of their booth, and Terry and Jackie moved across.
"Thanks, Man," Terry muttered.
"Hey, least I could do!" Jimmy replied, beaming. Amy directed a pointed glance of gratitude at Dina who acknowledged it with a wave as Danny rumbled "Damn straight!" glancing at Thelma. The comment attracted Dina's attention, and she glanced at Thelma just in time to see the look of wonder and gratitude slide across her face. FrankenThelma hadn't exactly attracted compliments; if she had any defenses left, Danny had just torpedoed them - and he was carefully looking away, and hadn't noticed!
Two leery-looking waitresses arrived to take drink orders, and went away unscathed, but when they gathered in the kitchen...
"Is that them?" Millie wanted to know.
Myra nodded. "Most of the ones at 41 are new, but the redhead and her boyfriend were here. She did him under the table. Everybody in 40 is in the group - the girl in the grey makeup is the ringleader. God knows what they're up to tonight, considering THAT getup."
"Well, they haven't exactly torn up the place with their drink orders, "Millie observed, "Most of 'em want coffee!"
"I got a couple of Cokes from 40 - the dark-complected girl and her date, the big guy." Myra replied, "She's the only one of the original group that DIDN'T give her boyfriend a blowjob, but she went off to the Ladies and came back braless in a net top. From the way they were talking, she passed it up because he's hung like a horse and she didn't think she could do a good job. That might have changed - Who knows?"
"What did Mickey say to do if they get rowdy and try more wild stuff?" Millie asked.
Myra winced. "Unless they start tearing the place up, exactly nothing. Have you noticed the way the place started filling up after they arrived? Mickey said business went up 25% for days after the first time - the kids loved it! I can't believe we're pandering to such stuff..."
Unbeknownst to the waitresses, their own gingerly approach had set off the very kind of activity they were dreading. Bobby had taken note of their wariness, and a synapse spat in his brain. Leaning over to Rick, he murmured, "I think we need to up the ante. Last time, the girls did us - I think it's chauvinistic to expect it again. I think..."
"I got it!" Rick grinned. "Tell Tim, and I'll tell Terry! He'll be up for it!"
Tim had seen the byplay, and figured that Bobby was up to something, so he started out suspicious when Bobby waved him forward, "What?"
"We're gonna do the girls!" Bobby grinned.
"Awright - but AFTER we order! I wanna eat!" Tim grunted.
"Cool!" Bobby settled back.
The girls eyed them, suspiciously. "What're you up to?" Dina wondered.
"Trust me! You'll be cool with it!" Bobby assured her.
Dina shared a glance with the other two girls. "Well, all right..." She rolled her eyes, "'Trust me,' he says!" Mandi snickered.
Rick leaned across to Terry, and whispered, "We're gonna eat the girls!" - and watched Terry's eyes light up in that weird way that he'd suddenly developed lately.
"Perfect!" Terry waved Jimmy forward, leaning across the table, and whispered, "We're gonna eat the girls - wanna join in?"
"Wow! Cool! I'll read Danny in!" Jimmy responded.
Terry looked concerned. "Think that'll fly? This is Thelma we're talking about..."
Jimmy waved his hand over the table. "It'll be cool. Thelma's been - changed. This could be REALLY good..."
Terry shrugged, "Okay..." He leaned back to Rick, "When?"
Rick looked to Bobby, "When?"
"Tim wants to order REAL food!" Bobby snickered.
Terry nodded, and passed to Jimmy, "After we order."
"Cool." Jimmy leaned across Amy to fill in Danny, who had been feeling left out, "Danno, we're gonna pull a prank!"
"Yeah?" Danny's eyes lit, "What?"
"You know what they did before?"
Danny looked troubled, "Didn't the girls all give the guys head? I dunno..."
Jimmy spread his hands, "We're gonna return the favor!"
Enthusiasm returned to Danny's expression, "Oh, Hell, yeah!" He settled back, grinning.
Amy and Thelma passed a nervous glance, but Jimmy patted Amy's hand and said, "We're gonna join the guys in a little prank. It'll be okay, I promise! In fact, I think you're gonna like it..." He grinned knowingly.
Thelma was uncharacteristically nervous, rather than cranky. "Danny?"
Danny patted her hand, "It'll be okay, really - just go with it, okay? You won't be alone..."
Thelma was EXTREMELY nervous. The night had taken a decidedly fairytale turn, and she was waiting for the other shoe to drop. But Danny was being soooo nice... "Well, okay..." The group settled back to await the drinks.
They didn't have long to wait. The waitresses, an older, heavy woman, and a younger thin brunette, delivered the drinks and took food orders, watching then warily.
Bobby watched them walk away and turned to Rick. "You know, that pair have expectations. I think we ought to fulfill 'em. Let's wait a couple of minutes!"
Rick nodded and turned to Terry, "Wait for it..." Terry nodded.
Bobby gave them several minutes to get things together in the kitchen, then waved his hand in a circle and descended beneath the table. Dina caught on before he'd gotten moving good, and her murmured "Oh, shit!" alerted people in the nearby booths. Rick leaned over and nudged Terry, announcing, "Now!", but Danny, who had been watching Bobby, was already moving, giving a surprised Thelma a peck on the cheek as he rotated and began wedging his shoulders through the opening between the table and the horseshoe seat.
Tim had similar problems with size and position, but fewer obstacles, since Dolores, like Dina, was running without undergarments, so Dolores' "Oh! Sugar!" blended with Dina's quiet sigh as Bobby and Tim started their attack.
The others had underclothing to contend with - and two of those had surprise, too! Mandi got a look under the table and was ready for Rick in short order, raising herself up so that he could extract her from her pantyhose. Jackie was more than willing, squealing, "Oh, Boy!" and thereby attracting even more attention.
Amy got a look at the goings-on under the table to her left, and announced "Oh... My... God!" as gentle hands slid up her thighs. Thelma, who had a pretty good view of all five other couples, just sat there and shook.
But big hands were sliding up under her skirt, too, and her eyes got bigger and bigger as it became apparent that they were going for the waistband of her pantyhose. Dina caught her eye and, grinning, motioned with her hands for Thelma to raise herself up (although Danny could probably have raised her with one hand and peeled her with the other...). A rumble of "Damned pantyhose!" arose from under the table, causing a series of giggles from above and below, and Thelma rushed to comply. Next to her, Amy pretended aplomb as she went through similar gyrations, while around the other side of the booth, Jackie suddenly thrashed and arched her back, moaned "Ooooohhh!" and reached both hands under the table to pin Terry's head to it's target. At that moment, Thelma's pantyhose, panties and all, slipped over her narrow hips and started sliding rapidly toward her ankles, and what Danny intended really hit her. 'Omigod! He's gonna....' Thelma couldn't even complete the thought, but it was an erotic daydream come true! No one had ever, ever even IMPLIED such a thought to Thelma, never mind actually DOING it! But gentle hands were removing her right shoe, and pulling pooled nylon over the ankle, and a familiar voice rumbled, "I'll get the other one later..."
Dina was beginning to pant - Bobby was in familiar territory, and Dina's belly rolled and fluttered as he worked his tongue along her tight little clam, teasing her clit from beneath the thin lips. She was slouched back, chest heaving, both hands below the table ruffling Bobby's sandy hair. But her eyes were on Thelma; instinct told her that the thin girl was going to be a major source of entertainment.
Dolores was taking in the new girls, too - both of them. Tim's efforts were a novel experience, and she was having trouble holding back the first firecracker climax, but Thelma's expression, in particular, was pure entertainment. Those eyes...
Millie exited the kitchen with the food for table 41. As she approached the booth, she noticed first that all of the boys were gone - which was unusual; wasn't that a girl thing? The second thing she noticed was the odd looks on all of the girls' faces... The little redhead on the aisle, for instance, was bright red, slouched down in the seat, but acting like she was trying to get up without using her hands. The big-chested brunette in the middle was grinning from ear to ear, eyes popping, exclaiming "Oh my God! Oh, wow!" and expression of wonder on her face as she turned to the skinny, hook-nosed girl at the far end, who was sitting rigid, eyes huge! What was she looking at? Millie dropped the two omelets and the waffle. "Do you need anything else?"
"Uh, no..." the brunette managed to choke out. "We're being well taken care of..." She managed a coy smile.
Millie began to back away, when the little redhead suddenly arched herself and started panting like a steam whistle. A diffident voice sounded from under the table, "Amy, Jackie can get noisy. Would you give her a napkin or something to chew on?"
Millie backed off as the brunette reached shaking hands for the napkin dispenser. The redhead was sub-vocalizing "Ohgodohgodohgodohgod...." Looking down, she discovered three pairs of male shoes, the orientation of which left no doubt where their heads were. She turned to look at 40 and found basically the same thing - feet extending from beneath the table below three every distracted-looking female faces. Even the little girl in the grey makeup looked flushed, somehow, as she arched her back and surged against the bench, licking her lips and panting. Millie got out of there just as fast as her legs could carry her! She hit the kitchen at speed, nearly trashing an outbound tray as she blindly smacked the door. "Ohmigod! Do you know what they're DOING?!"
"What?" Myra frowned, going to the window that provided a view of the dining room.
"Every one of those six girls - both booths! - has her legs open and a boy's head between them!"
"No way!" Julio, the dishwasher, reached for a towel. "This has gotta be a record or sumpthin'!"
Myra glared at him, but didn't move to stop him, and the pair oriented their attention on the two booths in question - just as the big dishwater-blonde girl along the aisle in booth 40 went totally rigid, eyes rolling back, while she bit her hand to contain a scream! Back to back with her, across the aisle, the little redhead, red as a beet from hairline to nipples, began once more to undulate. "Holy shit!" Julio murmured reverently.
The kitchen staff weren't the only ones watching, and Mandi's very visible climax brought cheers, applause, and whistles from the occupants of nearby tables. She collapsed back into her seat and waved weakly, just as Dolores wailed, "Oh, Sugar! Jeezus!" at the top of her lungs and started to thrash.
Danny figured that he was behind the eight ball, having spent so long messing with Thelma's pantyhose, but... Gently, he parted her unresisting legs, slid his hands under her ass and levered her up, then slowly slid her forward. For such a skinny little thing, Thelma had a huge, big-lipped gash under a hank of unruly dark hair. Now that she was sitting on his hands, he gave her asscheeks - arguably, the biggest thing on her, not that they were anything remarkable - a squeeze.
The effect of all this above the table was comical. Thelma was highly visible to a large number of restaurant patrons due to her position in the corner, and no one could miss it when first she rose a bit, then drooped, eyes as big as saucers. When Danny squeezed her asscheeks, they - impossibly - grew again! Thelma just couldn't believe this - boys all over the room were watching, laughing, applauding and issuing catcalls, and she was a primary target - but she sensed approval, rather than derision! Her face was dead white as she turned wide eyes to her lap, just as warm breath began to flow over her mons...
To Danny, it was as if Thelma's labia leaped open! He exhaled across Thelma's mons, and the loose lips retracted almost instantly, granting him the sight - and smell - of the coral channel beneath. They granted something else, too: a look at what appeared to be a pretty good-sized clitoris! Danny chuckled to himself; if Thelma wasn't getting any attention for THAT, no wonder she was grouchy! Danny inhaled; the aroma was strong, pungent, but fresh. Time for a taste!
Everyone in the room was apprised of Danny's broad tongued swipe upward along Thelma's furrow! She went from dead white to fire engine red, threw back her head and screamed "Oh, Gawd!" full throat, then started shaking like a leaf. Thelma had been storing sexual tension since she was twelve, and Danny had just stuck the key in the lock! Her narrow back arched, and her thighs closed over Danny's ears as her feet, one still wearing a shoe and towing a puddle of pantyhose, crossed over his broad back. Her hands went everywhere, trying to find something to grab, pet, squeeze - anything! - as Danny's lips settled over the now substantial nub of her totally erect clit. Sightless eyes rolled up and she began a sound that started out as a low "Ooooh!" but continued to rise in pitch, urgency, and volume until she had no more air to sustain it: "OooooooOOOOOOOOAAAAAAAAAAAIIIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!" Then she began to convulse - long, sinuous flexes of her entire body as her vaginal muscles rolled, looking for the fleshy intruder that SHOULD have been in her grasping channel! The fireworks display was on full-bore; Thelma was in another dimension.
Danny, realizing that she was there already and probably needed a bit of a respite, lowered his tongue to her vaginal opening and drove it in, amazed at the flow of the pulsing ring of muscle that lined the channel. Thelma continued to thrash, moaning "Ummm...ummmm...ummmm..." in time to the contractions. Loud applause, whistles, and catcalls celebrated the obviously climactic peak.
Danny surfaced for a bit of air taking in the slurping sounds from next door as Jimmy brought Amy along. Above the table, Amy's eyes cycled from wide open ("Ooooh!") to slitted in pleasure ("Aaaah!"). Amy couldn't believe what Jimmy was doing to her - and she couldn't wait for him to replace his tongue with that fleshy probe he carried in his briefs! In the meantime, though, Jimmy's tongue was bringing her home! Amy's nostrils distended as she drew in great gulps of air through them, blowing like a running horse. Her hands grasped the tabletop until her knuckles turned white, but she couldn't hold still. "Ohmigod!" she husked, "Ohmigod! Jimmy! Jimmeeee!" Amy's hips rolled, and suddenly, it was very wet where Jimmy was slavering away at the junction of Amy's thighs.
Dina opened her eyes after her second small climax of the evening to see the older waitress bearing down on the table with a food tray and a frown of disapproval. "Bobby, love, everybody's got one now. Why don't you call the boys up? Besides, the food's here."
Bobby gave her a last swipe, backed off and tapped Rick and Tim on the shoulders. Rick had been idling anyway - he knew that another run for Mandi would take some time. Tim was toying with Dolores; he seemed to be able to find her itchy spots pretty quickly. Rick ducked out from under the table, crossing the aisle low, and hissed, "We're done! Besides, the food's here!" The boys backed off and began climbing to their feet, Jimmy remarking loudly, "Geez, I just ate!"
The six gathered in the aisle for some mutual high fives, but Danny was a bit hampered. Thelma had followed him under the table and was alternately pounding him on the shoulder and trying to get under his coat, crying her eyes out. Whistles, catcalls, and applause made the place loud as they dispersed back to their seats. Myra stood there, glaring, as Tim, Rick, and Bobby resumed their seats, then began doling out plates. "You certainly made a spectacle of yourselves!" she growled.
"Yes," Dina mused absently, "I suppose we did." Totally ignoring Myra's displeasure, she gave Bobby a kiss, then turned to Mandi, "Could you pass me a napkin? Bobby's face is all goopy..."
Mandi giggled, "So is Rick's!"
From across the aisle, Amy took it up, "Oh, Jimmy! You're soaked! Mama fix!" More laughter ensued, while most of the girls made a production of wiping their date's faces. Myra, looking vaguely purple, turned and stalked off.
Dina turned a somewhat concerned glance on the exception to the rule; Thelma was glued to Danny's right side, sniffling. Directing a significant glance in her direction, she murmured to Tim, "Let me out, Hon, I need to go to the Ladies!" Tim and Dolores slid out, and Dina stepped across the aisle. "Amy, would you help me with Thelma? She's starting to look like a raccoon." Amy nodded, somewhat concerned for her friend, gave Jimmy a peck on the cheek, and asked Danny with her eyes to let her out. The pair collected Thelma, who was still sniffling and shaking like a leaf, and made for the Ladies Room.
Once inside, Dina rounded on Thelma, "What's the matter, Hon?"
"Nothing! Everything! Oh, I don't know!" Thelma wailed.
Amy rubbed her back while she went through another paroxysm, "What happened? Did Danny hurt you?"
"No! It was wonderful! But..." Thelma shuddered, trying to get a grip. "Two hours ago, I didn't want to be within ten feet of the ugly bastard - now I'm afraid to be that far away! But it's gonna end, and I'll be even worse off! He's gonna dump me like a box of rocks, and I'm gonna suffer that much worse 'cause I KNOW how good it can be! Or I'm gonna chase him like a damned fool and run him off! I don't know WHAT to do!"
"It's gonna be okay, Thelma!" Amy chided. "I talked to Jimmy when you two started to show signs of hitting it off, and Jimmy assured me that Danny's being nice because he WANTS to, not because he HAS to!" She chuckled, "We're all kinda surprised that you have a soft, gooey center..."
"Awwww!" Thelma broke down again.
Dina stepped in and growled roughly, "Buck up, Sister! Did you ever think that Danny might LIKE having a clinging vine?"
"Mmmm?" Thelma continued to sniffle, but her head came up.
"Every time you tuck yourself under his arm, Danny gets this stupidly happy look - it's disgusting, but unless I miss my guess, you're on the right track!" Dina grinned. "Now clean yourself up and go back out there and wrap your skinny arms around the big galoot, snuggle up, and be happy! Do you realize that this is probably scaring him? I bet he's sure he's hurt you, and he's going nuts trying to figure out how! You're your own worst enemy! You're in here whiffling about how it's gonna end, and forcing it by messing with his head!" She shook her head, and glanced at Amy. "Clean her up - I'll go have a word with Danny." Amy nodded, and began digging in her purse for the tools with which she MIGHT be able to repair Thelma's damaged makeup.
Dina came back to the booths, stopping in front of Danny. "What'd I do?" he asked, concerned. "Things seemed to be going so well..."
"Nothing, Hon. In fact, you made Thelma very happy!" Dina frowned. "Problem is, Thelma doesn't do happy very often, so she's not good at it. Most of her problem is that she's anticipating when it'll be all over. Given her track record, you can't blame her, but she expects to be left standing somewhere, her panties in her hand, waving goodbye to you. And you've shown her enough of how the other half lives tonight to make her uncertain she can stand it again." Dina eyed Danny sharply, "That isn't the plan, is it?"
"Huh? I don't THINK so! I'm not exactly hip deep in applicants for a position with my arm around them, in the first place! In the second, as far as I'm concerned, Thelma's Disneyland, and I plan to ride every ride, and not leave until they turn off the lights and lock the gates!" Amy, returning from the Ladies Room, gave him a look as she settled in to eat her waffle.
Dina burst out laughing, "Oh, my! What a turn of phrase you have!"
Danny blushed, "Well, it's one of Jimmy's sayings, actually, but that don't mean I don't mean it!"
"And it goes double for YOU!" Jimmy announced, and stuck his tongue in Amy's ear. Amy squealed, and waffle flew everywhere. Dina and Jackie roared at Amy's pop-eyed expression.
"Well," Dina simpered, "it'd help if you let that sentiment slip somehow - maybe a little more subtly. Thelma's expectations don't extend to forever, but she'd be real happy to make it to mid-week..."
"I'm gonna do better than that, if things keep goin' this well!" Danny asserted.
"Okay," Dina replied. "You've done real well thus far - only her faith in Murphy's Law is getting in her way. As long as she keeps rolling sevens, you will, too!"
"No sweat!" Danny replied, "This has turned out a LOT nicer than expected, and I wanna keep it that way!"
Dina nodded and moved on, spying Thelma's emergence from the back. She settled diffidently next to Danny, who asked gently, "You okay?"
"Yeah," Thelma replied, without raising her eyes, "I just got a little stupid. Sorry!"
"No sweat," Danny rumbled, apparently unperturbed. A big arm settled around her shoulders. "Sure you don't wanna bite?" he asked, waving a bit of waffle on a fork.
"Okay!" Thelma glanced up, eyes full of gratitude, as Danny proceeded to direct the fork toward her lips. The bite went in, but Danny pretended concern: "Oops! Missed a bit!" He leaned forward and kissed the edge of her mouth.
Thelma blushed and tucked her face into Danny's shoulder, and Dina nodded to herself, "That was impressive!"
"Damn sure was!" Bobby agreed. "He's pretty slick for someone still taking lessons!"
The six couples turned their attention to the meal before them and conversation evaluating various aspects of the Prom. All in all, everyone felt that the dance had gone well, although some carried a sentiment that it might not have been as good but for the actions of some others present... That gratitude would certainly carry over to later.
Time passed, and Terry and Jackie dropped into their own world, virtually shutting out the others. Dolores started to get antsy, and Mandi's purring responses to Rick began to take on an anticipatory tone. Amy was trying to shove her left breast into Jimmy's jacket pocket, apparently, from her position sandwiched against him, and Thelma was being careful NOT to dislodge Danny's arm from around her shoulder.
But the crowd was thinning, and Dina was reminded that all things end. Her wicked display as the Girl in Grey was losing its audience, and she reminded herself the there was a good deal to come before the night was over. "I think it's time to go to the hotel!" she announced, and the group gathered their things, Rick signaling for the bill.
"So, show's over?" Myra asked snottily.
"For tonight," Dina replied calmly, and turned to Bobby. "No tip - the staff was nasty!" Bobby grinned nastily, and Myra left, fuming.
Millie, on the other hand, kept her mouth shut and was well taken care of. As the six couples made for the door, Amy asked, "So, where are you guys going?"
Jackie replied for the group, "The guys got us a couple of suites at a hotel downtown! It's perfect!" For what was left to Amy's imagination, but it was up to the task.
The two groups parted company, and Jimmy, Amy, Thelma, and Danny found themselves standing in front of Jimmy's car, at a loss for next steps. "Now what?" Danny grumbled, hangdog, "I damn sure don't wanna go home!" A look around demonstrated that the sentiment was universal. "What were you going to do?" Amy asked, "Thelma and I were going to spend the night together at one of our houses..." Obviously, that wasn't as good a plan as it had seemed....
"Oh, I don't know," Jimmy replied, "Danny and I probably would have spent the night goofing off at the..." A light flashed behind Jimmy's eyes, and he took charge. "Everybody get in - I've got an idea!"
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