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Archive name: wicked.txt (MF, cons, work-affair)
Authors name: Dancing Sprite (dancing.sprite@gmx.net)
Story title : Wicked Waitress

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Wicked Waitress (MF, cons, work-affair) 
by Dancing Sprite (dancing.sprite@gmx.net)

***

Jack Talbot inspected his face in the mirror and smiled. 
A genuine, honest smile. Life was good to him now. On the 
brink of bankruptcy only two weeks ago, the deal he was 
about to close with Zorin Industries would save his small 
company. Just a few details needed to be sorted out and 
he'd hold the signed contract in his hands by the end of 
the week.

He adjusted his tie for the third time in two minutes and 
smiled again. Saved! He had saved his company. Was about 
to save his company, he corrected himself. The contract 
wasn't signed yet.

Right, he thought, back to work!

He pulled the door open and stepped out of the men's room 
into the narrow hallway that led from the restaurant to 
the restrooms and the kitchen. Jack had been surprised 
when Mr. Kilton had suggested the small Five Oaks Grill & 
Bar on the outskirts of town for their meeting. But Mr. 
Kilton was the guy who'd sign the contract; he would have 
agreed to meet him in Greenland if that's where he wanted 
to meet.

Jack saw the wisdom of the choice, though. The food was 
excellent, the place was quiet and comfortable, and 
wasn't usually frequented by the business crowd, so his 
meeting with Mr. Kilton and Miss Miles, his assistant, 
wouldn't be the subject of his peers' gossip.

He walked along the corridor casually and allowed his 
thoughts to wander. Miss Miles. Her stunning body and 
elegant dress, her quick wit and sexy smile had 
fascinated him. He fantasized what it would be like to 
take her in his arms and kiss her and undress her and ... 
But that would be unprofessional.

Keep your hands off your customers, his mentor had warned 
him time and again. There were three billion women in the 
world, he had told him, don't mess with your customers. 
Jack smiled as he remembered the one time he had pointed 
out that not all of these three billion women were 
available, while his customers were. The result had been 
a 20-minute lecture on professionalism that had left his 
ears ringing.

Jack had followed his mentor's advice. Reluctantly at 
first, but over the years he had come to agree that he 
had been right. He had seen many consultants whose 
affairs with customers had cost them dearly in terms of 
lost contracts and cancelled accounts. Jack was 
determined to keep his distance from Miss Miles.

"Watch out!" A high-pitched female voice interrupted his 
reverie. Just as he was about to round the corner and 
walk back into the restaurant, a waitress came from the 
opposite direction. Fortunately she wasn't carrying 
anything, or their collision would have caused a major 
mess.

"I'm sorry," he apologized, highly embarrassed. "I was 
daydreaming. You're not hurt, are you?" Jack sized her up 
quickly while she took half a step back. Her outfit was 
standard for waitresses in this kind of restaurant -- 
white blouse, black skirt, black stockings -- except for 
her tight miniskirt, which ended about four inches below 
the voluptuous curve of her ass. He remembered seeing her 
in the restaurant, but had been too busy to pay her any 
attention.

"I'm okay, no problem," she said softly and smiled, her 
pale blue eyes sparkling with amusement.

Jack relaxed. No damage done. "I'm sorry," he said again 
and returned her smile. He was about to step around her 
when all of a sudden he felt her hand between his legs. 
His eyes went wide and his smile faded instantly, but he 
was too shocked to move. Her hand rubbed up and down his 
dick, gave it a final squeeze and retreated. Then the 
waitress walked past him with a little finger wave and 
disappeared around the corner in the direction of the 
kitchen.

Jack was horrified. He took a deep breath and willed his 
dick to relax, but it kept growing. He stared in 
disbelief at the bulge it was making in his pants and 
frantically considered his options. Walking through the 
restaurant like this was out of the question. And what 
about Miss Miles? If she thought he was hot for her ... 
And what would Mr. Kilton think? Sprouting an erection 
during a business meeting! No doubt he'd question his 
professionalism.

The consequences were too horrible to contemplate. The 
contract he had worked so hard for ... His company, whose 
very existence depended on it ... Bankruptcy ... All 
because of a stupid waitress playing stupid games!

Jack turned on his heels and walked back to the men's 
room. He'd jerk off and return to their table looking ... 
professional. Too bad he had to keep them waiting, but 
apologizing for the delay would be a lot easier than 
explaining an obvious bulge in his pants.

He pushed the door to the men's room open and froze in 
mid-stride. His jaw dropped and his emotions went from 
shock to anger to naked animal lust in less than a 
second.

"What took you so long?" the waitress asked as the door 
fell shut behind him. She was leaning against the 
opposite wall right next to the paper towel dispenser, 
her blouse unbuttoned down to her bellybutton, one foot 
against the wall and her leg turned outward, her 
miniskirt stretched tightly around her slender legs.

Her exposed tits attracted his gaze like a magnet. He 
watched with rapt attention as she squeezed them lightly 
with her hands and pinched her nipples, making them stand 
up proudly. His dick throbbed painfully in his pants, 
reminding him why he had come back to restroom in the 
first place.

"What the fuck do you think you're doing?" he demanded. 
His anger at her for jeopardizing his contract with Mr. 
Kilton, his very future, was gaining the upper hand over 
his lust, at least temporarily.

She glanced at the bulge in his pants and gave him a 
bright smile, whose apparent innocence was in odd 
contrast to her posture. "You were going to jack off, 
weren't you?"

Jack was too flabbergasted to reply. She took his silence 
to mean Yes and pulled her skirt up slowly, revealing the 
creamy skin of her thighs above the top of her stockings.

Jack gasped and stared at her crotch as the hem of her 
skirt slid farther up until her naked pussy was 
completely exposed. No more than five feet in front of 
him, her shaved pussy lips were red and swollen and 
slightly parted. He watched in disbelief as she bunched 
her skirt around her hips and slid one hand towards her 
pussy.

"Come on! This is a lot better than jacking off!" The 
waitress smiled her sexy smile again, a trace of mockery 
creeping into her pale blue eyes now. She looked him 
straight in the eyes while she toyed with the tiny 
triangle of dark blond pubic hair that seemed to point 
the way to the Promised Land.

Jack was dumbstruck. All he could do was stare at her 
hand as her bright pink fingernails edged closer to her 
labia and her middle finger finally disappeared between 
them. Did she really expect him to screw her right here? 
"What if somebody comes in?" He almost choked on his 
question.

The waitress just shrugged her shoulders and pushed her 
middle finger into her pussy past the second knuckle. 
"They'll have to stand in line. Now fuck me before your 
dick rips a hole in your pants."

That would be fun to explain to Mr. Kilton and his 
assistant, Jack thought and laughed despite his anger at 
her. His daze broken, he quickly unzipped his pants and 
freed his aching dick. She had caused the problem, he 
rationalized, so why shouldn't she solve it? Besides, she 
clearly wanted to get fucked.

The waitress wrapped her arms around his neck as soon as 
he stepped forward. She pulled herself up until her pussy 
was level with his dick and looked him in the eyes. "Now 
we're getting somewhere," she purred. "Stick it in!"

Jack would have preferred to drag her into one of the 
stalls, but his need to get off was so urgent by now that 
he really didn't care where they did it. He maneuvered 
his dick until the head found the entrance to her well-
lubricated vagina, then drove it all in with one hard 
thrust of his hips.

"Yeah!" the waitress hissed. "Fuck me!" Squeezed between 
Jack's body and the wall, she wrapped her legs around his 
waist and took his dick as deep as she could.

As soon as her tight pussy enveloped the entire length of 
his dick and squeezed it like a velvet glove, Jack lost 
his self-control rapidly. He jerked his hips back and 
forth furiously, thrusting into her with hard and fast 
strokes that made her moan each time their hips collided. 
He wanted to come as soon as possible and didn't care if 
she would climax or not. Stupid chick, he thought, 
shouldn't have messed with me in the first place.

He didn't bother to warn her before he came, but she was 
ready in any case. When his dick expanded slightly in her 
tight pussy and released the first spurt of cum into her, 
she exploded in an orgasm of her own. She buried her face 
in his shoulder to stifle her screams of pleasure and 
jerked her hips repeatedly while her pussy muscles 
squeezed the cum out of his dick.

Jack held her against the wall and pulled his dick out of 
her pussy as soon as his orgasm subsided and his 
breathing returned to normal. He yanked a paper towel out 
of the dispenser and wiped the juices off his dick while 
the waitress was still leaning against the wall, enjoying 
the last waves of pleasure that radiated out from her hot 
pussy and raced through her body. He stuffed his 
deflating dick back into his pants and zipped up, smiling 
for the first time since his fateful collision with her. 
On the way out he stopped briefly in front of the mirror 
and adjusted his tie.

By the time he reached his table, his optimism had 
returned. "My apologies for taking so long," he excused 
himself as he sat down. "I had a little problem back 
there."

Miss Miles raised an eyebrow inquisitively.

"Well, in case you're curious," Jack smiled sheepishly, 
"my shirttail got stuck in my zipper and I had one heck 
of a hard time freeing it."

Mr. Kilton smiled briefly, but didn't seem very 
interested in his explanation. "Whatever. You solved the 
problem, that's all that counts." He shuffled his papers 
around and glanced at his notepad briefly. "We're about 
done anyway. I have only one minor point to discuss and 
then we're ready to sign your contract day after 
tomorrow."

Jack Talbot suppressed a violent urge to jump up and 
dance around the restaurant with joy.

He had done it! He had saved his company!

End

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