At first she whimpered, three minutes later she was sighing, and five minutes after that she was moaning lightly. Another five and it was time to change feet. I placed her foot gently back in the chair and waited for her to change positions so I could get to the other foot.
By now all the waitresses were gathered around our table. Sammi nudged Sandy.
“Honey, wake up. He still has to do your other foot.”
She shook herself and turned a bright red.
“What did you do to me? I think I had an orgasm!”
The room echoed with laughter while I tried to tell her I hadn’t massaged that part of her body.
The end result was me giving a foot massage to all five waitresses and the female bartender. The girls nagged me to do the male bartender in the interest of fairness. He was married to the oldest waitress. I looked at her and she said “please”.
Sexual innuendos had been flying since Sandy.
“All right, I”ll do it. But Linda, if he gets an erection, I’m done. And tell him to get some odor eaters.”
As I worked on him I noticed the girls talking to Linda. After a minute she nodded yes and the girls crowded around Mike. I had his foot up and he was half reclining on the chair so he couldn’t really move. If he moved his head he would hit a breast, and the girls were talking trash to him.
Telling him Linda talked about what a great lover he was, how good his stamina was, how well endowed she said he was, the whole time rubbing their breasts against his arms and face. He was wiggling around hard when I noticed the bulge in his pants. I jumped up.
“Whoa! Massage over. Linda, he’s all yours.”
Linda had a wolfs’ grin on her face.
“Yes he is, and I intend to make good use of him. Girls, let him up before one of you pokes his eye out with a nipple. Come on honey, give me the keys. I don’t think there’s enough blood in your head right now to fire more than three brain cells, let me drive. Let me get you home. Between both massages I think we need to relieve a little tension.”
The girls followed them to the door, whispering and nibbling in his ear. They wouldn’t need to turn on headlights for a mile or so, Mikes’ glowing face would light the way.
By now it was 3:30 and the cleaning crew was arriving. I thanked them all for a great night and was leaving when Sandy announced that we were all going to breakfast at Dennys. They were going to treat me to breakfast, and to make sure I showed one of them would ride with me.
My every day car is a Chrysler mini van. It was functional. If I had to carry equipment I could take the seats out. If I needed to carry band members I put the seats back in. Right now it was in equipment mode, with the seats out. It got kind of embarrassing when I realized Sandy and Sammi wanted to ride with me and everybody else had left. They decided to share the front seat, it was only five blocks.
When we got a booth Sandy ended up on one side of me and Sammi on the other, they never offered to change places with any of the others. We had a great time at breakfast but soon it was time to go. I thanked them for breakfast and they all kissed my cheek except Sandy, who gave me a brief but very satisfying kiss on the lips. For some reason Sammi seemed pissed. I got home at eight, five hours later than usual. I crashed and burned almost immediately.
I didn’t wake up until 4:30. After a shower and my second breakfast in ten hours I felt much better. Such is the life of a musician.
We all met two hours early at the bar to set up some new equipment and rehearse a couple of the newer numbers. The waitresses were already there and there was a pile of bags behind my amp.
At odd times the girls would come up and give me a hug and a kiss. Each would tell me how well they slept thanks to me. It was driving the rest of the band crazy.
Jimmy, our drummer, couldn’t take it any more.
“All right Wiley, spill it. I know you didn’t get home until after eight this morning. My wife saw you pull in when she took the kids to school.
All the waitresses have been all over you. Which one did you get your hands on?”
I kept a straight face when I told them I had my hands on all of them.
“All of them?”
“Yes, all of them, even Mike. He was last but he didn’t last long. Linda had to take him home, he was too drained to drive.”
I didn’t know it but Linda was behind the amp slipping into her sneakers and heard the whole thing. Just before we started playing Mike brought me a coke. He kissed me on the cheek and before anybody could speak he said-
“Thanks for last night, I know I couldn’t hold still for long, but it was great. Maybe tonight you could finish me? I’ll make sure the girls behave.”
I never batted an eye.
“I’ll make sure I do you first tonight. We’ll let Linda watch.”
The guys were standing there with their mouths hanging open. I grinned.
“Two, three, four…”
…………………….
We became the house band, three nights a week. I never told the guys the whole story of that night. Every once in a while one of the waitresses would ask me to do her, saying she needed it bad, or throw up the fact that I had done Jill twice, it was her turn tonight.
They were really torn up when I started dating Sammi and Sandy. I liked them both, but I could tell neither liked the fact that I was dating the other. The problem resolved itself when Sandys’ mother got sick and she had to move 900 miles away to take care of her. By the time she came back ten months later, Sammi had been living with me for seven months and engaged for two.
If she had stayed maybe I would have been living with her instead. I don’t think she would have stabbed me in the back or turn into a total screaming bitch.