They nodded and pressed her with more questions about her job. “It’s really just a typical job,” she said, “except I’m wearing skimpy clothes,” she added.
“Well shit, I’m hooked,” Murphy said. “I’ll definitely have to bring all my dates here,” he said with a wide grin.
“Yeah,” she said. “I’m sure that will go over well.”
Marley grinned and nudged her as the other guys started talking. She smiled and looked at him, seeing how pretty and deep blue his eyes were. “What does your boyfriend think about you working here.”
She grinned, shrugging. “He’s oblivious, remember?” she replied. “I told him that boyfriends aren’t allowed in while we’re working.”
“Is that true?” Kev asked. Sam shrugged.
“I’m not exactly sure,” she said. “I doubt it.”
“But he’s been in here before to eat, right?” he asked.
She nodded, still smiling.
“And he hasn’t put two and two together?” he prompted.
She shook her head, then shrugged. “He’s just living in his own world, I guess,” she said.
“You know,” Marley, said, smiling a crooked grin at her, “a crafty girlfriend could get away with a lot with a boyfriend like that,” he said.
She smirked and shook her head at him. “You’re trouble,” she said, sliding out of the seat. Marley stopped her though, and squeezed her thigh, winking. She winked back, her heart fluttering, and slid from the booth. Eager to turn the conversation away from Keith, she snapped her fingers. “Ooo!” she said, spinning around. “What do you guys think about my hair?”
She wiggled her head and sent her sloppy knot spinning. “It is too goofy looking or is it sexy?”
“Definitely sexy!” the four of them said, a little too loudly. She laughed and winked, turning on her heel and seeing Kara at the entrance.
“I just came to check on my girl,” she said smiling.
“I’m… I’m good,” Sam said, grinning. “Making a lot on tips and someone bought the top for thirty minutes,” she said.
Kara smiled. “I know, I saw,” she said. “Congratulations!”
Sam grinned, and went back to flirting with her tables. It wasn’t long until a new group of people came in and filled the long table in the middle of the room, as well as the table that the first two men had vacated. Before long, someone else had purchased her top, and she was $100 dollars richer. She smiled, seeing a table full of men and women as she handed the man her top and started to get drink orders. Each order was seemingly punctuated with a compliment about her body or her hair, or how nice and pretty she looked.
By the end, she was practically glowing. She made her way over to the guys again and slid in beside Marley, who immediately put his hand on her thigh. She smirked and shook her head at him, but didn’t move it away for some reason, though she couldn’t be sure why.
“Your lucky night,” she said, smiling at them as they ate. Conversation for the next minute or so was punctuated by long stares at her breasts. Marley looked repeatedly, but he was too busy flirting and concentrating on massaging that one spot on her leg meaningfully to pay attention. She quietly wished that he’d just look at her boobs, though she really didn’t mind the attention. She just wished that he knew that it couldn’t go anywhere, at least not until she’d decided what to do about Keith. He smiled at her and she smirked, sliding out of the booth.
Turning, she went around the room and looked in on her tables, smiling and flirting as she could. When she came back around to the guys, she smiled and started to take their empty plates away.
“I wish we could stay longer,” Marley said, “But the guys wanna go catch a movie.”
She smiled. “Have some popcorn for me,” she said, grinning. She smiled as the guys all stared again, complimenting her as they left. She took the bill, the wad of money and went to cash it out. They’d left her a pretty substantial tip for a group of college guys, and she shook her head in amusement.
The rest of the evening went really well, and she had her top purchased for most of the rest of the evening. When the big group of people left, it had been at least an hour and a half and she was startled as someone called her name.
Turning, she looked at the group and saw a man that she knew she should recognize. Her heart started pounding and she frantically wondered if this was a friend of her parent’s or a former teacher or something.
“You’re Samantha, right?” the man asked. He was standing beside a pretty woman that looked like the girl from her school that had graduated the year before. What was her name? she wondered. “Brie?” That was it. Brie Logan.
She suddenly recognized who it was and smiled widely. “Mr. and Mrs. Logan!” she said sweetly, quietly panicking underneath. “It’s so good to see you!”
Mrs. Logan smiled and could obviously tell that she was near panic. “Don’t worry, gorgeous,” she said. “We’re not going to tell your folks.”
Mr. Logan smiled. “You are so damn gorgeous,” he said, reaching up and gently cupping one of her breasts. She was stunned, too stunned to push his hand away, and after all, this was Ken Logan, a family friend! The logic had her befuddled for a minute, and she finally regained her senses as Cindy Logan slapped her husband’s hand away.
“Leave those luscious peaches alone, you lech,” she said, shaking her head. “I’m sorry darling,” she whispered to Sam. “He’s just too much of a flirt.”
Sam still felt too stunned to speak.
“I can’t believe you work here,” Cindy said. “It’s so impressive!” She smiled and leaned in, whispering. “We really enjoyed the show, honey.”
Sam smiled, finally able to react. “Th… thanks!” she said. “Sorry, I just didn’t expect to see anyone here that I knew.”
“Oh, I don’t think you’ll have to worry about your folks finding you here, sweetheart,” Cindy said. “You just took us by surprise. Alex always said that you were the most well-behaved of her siblings.”
Sam smiled, but then glanced over at the rest of the room, searching for anyone else that might know her through the Logan’s.
“This is our swinger group, gorgeous,” Cindy said, her voice dripping with sultriness. “No one else here will recognize you.”
Sam, finally able to relax a little, smiled and nodded. “It’s… it was good to see you guys again!”
Cindy giggled and leaned in to whisper again, but then surprised her with a kiss on the cheek. “You take care sweetheart. I’ve got to go take care of Mr. Logan.”
Ken smiled and waved, pulling his wife with him and walking toward the hallway. “We’ll see you soon, I hope,” he said, grinning widely. Sam raised an eyebrow when she saw him grip his wife’s rear very roughly and squeeze. Cindy didn’t protest at all before Sam lost sight of them around the corner, headed to the exit doors.
Her heart was pounding in her chest and she felt like running and grabbing her top, almost like her parents were around the corner. She forced herself to focus on her tables though, and the rest of the night seemed to fly by.
The rest of the night she was torn up inside and felt like she was on the verge of tears again. Mrs. Logan had assured her that her secret was safe, so why was she worried? She sighed as she finished cleaning up her section and went to go count out. After closing, she got home a little later than normal and chalked that up to being so distracted.
She thought about stopping and talking to Alex, but as she moved to softly knock on the door, she heard quiet moans. Not wanting to bother Alex in the middle of what she was obviously doing to herself, she turned and fidgeted her way to her room. Sitting on the bed, she played the night over again in her head. She felt like something had flipped inside of her. All throughout the day, she was confident and sure of herself. She felt happy and alive!
Now, one scare had sent her back to being the tender little flower that had been so easily convinced to suck off a Pastor in his office. She wiped a single tear from her eye and stripped down to her panties, realizing she left her bra at work.
Turning, she slid in bed and halfheartedly pulled the sheet over herself. Unable to fight them off, tears started flowing as she lay there in the darkness. Eventually, Samantha was able to cry herself to sleep.