“Are you gonna stare at my butt and compliment me every day?” she asked, glancing back. He was definitely staring at her butt. She looked down, then put her hand down and tucked her skirt up a bit, her palm holding it in place.
“Hell yes, I am,” he said. “At least until you tell me to stop. I think you like the attention.”
She smirked, shaking her head and turned as she reached the top of the stairs to the back of the room, the exit a few feet away.
“It’s not about me liking it or not, Brandon,” she said. “I’m not the kind of girl to cheat on my boyfriend. Please, behave.”
He raised his eyes from her thighs upward, slowly taking in her body. She cocked her hip and rolled her eyes, liking the attention but pretending to be annoyed.
He looked into her face and smiled. “Sam, or Samantha?” he asked.
That certainly was the question she was trying to answer about her life, wasn’t it? She sighed and turned, waiting for him to decide for himself.
“Samantha,” he said, smiling. “I’m being nice right now. I could have pulled you to me and kissed you here and now, but I didn’t. I could have asked you out or asked you to come over to my house and fool around, but I didn’t. I’m being nice.”
She sighed audibly again, stopping right before she reached the door and looked back. “And staring at my ass while I walk away is nice?”
He grinned. “I’m just showing appreciation for the woman I love!”
She rolled her eyes, stepping back into the room. “Oh, stop it you big idiot, you don’t love me.”
He laughed and shrugged, “I love that ass, though,” he said, grinning and flashing his stupid, cute dimples at her.
“Ugh, fucking quit smiling at me,” she said, raising her hand up and pushing his face away.
“It’s the dimples,” he said, grinning wider and moving to start walking beside her as she started toward English class. “I know it is ‘cuz that’s what gets the girls, baby!”
She smiled a little wider but forced it back and glanced over. “Maybe, you big dork,” she said.
“Ooo, baby, I love when you call me names,” he said, grinning even more and causing his dimples to show again.
“God,” she said, smiling and shaking her head as she rolled her eyes and kept walking. Brandon finally stopped.
“I’ll wait for you, boo!” he said. She turned and saw him watching her, still smiling with his damn dimples.
She smiled back and waved, unable to stop herself. “Nice, encourage him to keep it up. Fucking stupid dimples,” she thought.
Her last class seemed to drag by as she played how charming and disarming Brandon had been over and over in her mind, not even bothering to try and take good notes. She made note of the pages and chapters that the prof was covering and told herself that she was going to look at it this weekend.
She couldn’t believe that she’d allowed him to see those pictures. Sure, it wasn’t like she was giving him the pictures, but he’d seen her with cum in her mouth. Was arousal really that powerful? She sighed, not having an answer.
Heading home afterward, she quickly got ready for work and didn’t let herself get distracted by her guilt about showing Brandon the pictures. She was working the afternoon shift and told herself that she’d have a talk with Keith when she got done.
Alex came and saw her, and Sam couldn’t help but notice that she looked a little irritable. After assuring her that she was okay, the two talked while Sam got ready. After giving her a hug, Sam smiled and went to work.
As she was driving, she took the opportunity to call Keith.
“Hey baby,” he said. “Headed to work?”
She smiled, feeling better upon hearing his voice. “Yep,” she said. “I wanted to see if I could see you tonight.”
He was quiet for a few seconds. “You aren’t working until close tonight?” he asked.
“No, just the afternoon shift,” she said.
“Oh, that’s cool,” he said. “Yeah, that would be great! Did you want to come over or go out and do something?”
She was quiet for a few seconds, but then cleared her throat to speak. “I don’t care honestly. I just want to see you.”
She could practically hear him smile and smiled herself. “Aww, babe,” he said. “That’s so sweet. Of course!” he said.
“Great,” she replied. “I didn’t bring a change of clothes, so I’ll head home after and get changed.”
“Okay,” he said. “I’ll come pick you up and we can go to dinner or a movie or something.”
She smiled into the phone. “Okay honey,” she said. “I love you.”
“I love you,” he replied. “See you tonight!”
Sam smiled, feeling better already. She just hoped that she’d be able to get Keith to understand what had happened. She figured that telling him the entire story, Pastor Dickhead included, would be pushing too hard too soon. He would feel very guilty, and she didn’t know how much he would be able to handle. She couldn’t believe that she’d been that naive, how could she expect anyone else to? Her family still cared about her and believed her, but that was different, they were family.
She did love Keith. They’d been together forever, it seemed like. Ever since the two of them had started “going out” in the seventh grade, they’d been a thing. She knew she loved him in high school, and he’d seemed like the perfect guy for her. At least up until the Pastor Dickhead debacle.
Glancing back down, she saw his last message. Smiling, she read it a few times. A sudden honk behind her let her know the light had changed, and she accelerated. She pulled into the restaurant a few minutes later.
Work seemed to start normal enough. She went back and put her stuff in the locker, waving and smiling sweetly as she passed through the kitchen and the cooks and dishwashers looked over to watch her for a moment. She snickered to herself, thinking about all the times the silly guys in the kitchen had watched her at the employee lockers.
“Boys will be boys,” she thought.
Waving flirtatiously, she winked and went out, looking at the chart and talking to the manager to see the section she was working. Taking a quick glance at the schedule, she saw that Kimber was working today. Excited that she was going to get to see her, she smiled and turned, heading to start taking over for the other waitress.
“Hey girl,” said a voice near her. Paris, the pretty African-American hostess that had trained her, smiled and came over. Sam smiled, admiring the flawless black and pink checkerboard top that she was wearing. The vibrant color was so pretty against her dark skin.
“You look so good!” Sam said. “I just love the way the pink looks with your skin tone.”
Paris smiled and came over, giving her a hug. “That’s so sweet Samantha,” she said. “I love your hair, and the baby blue with that blonde hair makes you look so wholesome and sweet.”
Sam smiled. “Thanks. How is it today?”
The girl shrugged, frowning. “A little slow, but it should pick up tonight. You closing?”
Sam shook her head. “I’m going out with my boyfriend.”
“Oooh, Sammy gonna be a bad girl,” Paris said, grinning and bumping against her with her hip. “Oh, yeah, get some, get some.” Paris began thrusting lewdly for a moment, then laughed.
Sam giggled and blushed, turning and heading out to start working her tables. For most of her shift, her tables were fine and the people she was waiting on were polite. She got stares, of course, that was a given, but none of them were as brazen as the table of businessmen. She thought about the business card that the head guy had given her, wondering what kind of side business he ran. She hoped it wasn’t something awful, like prostitution, and debated whether or not she should even bother to find out.
The afternoon seemed to go quickly, and she was excited about the coming weekend. She was going to get to see Keith tonight, and she was damn sure going to try and give him a wonderful blowjob. Tomorrow, she was going to get to spend some time with her sisters shopping, and then end the evening here at work, getting to flirt with her customers. She smiled, thinking about how horny she was going to be on Saturday night, and wondered if she would be able to convince Keith to fool around. Maybe she could get him to stay home from church and they could do it in his room while his parents were out.
She smiled, the naughty thoughts causing her heart to beat a little faster.
“Got you some fun looking ones,” Paris said, winking as she walked past. “Table 4.”
Sam smiled. “Thanks, Paris,” she called, turning and walking toward the table. She saw two men, both very handsome and well groomed.
“Hello there, welcome to Double D’s,” she said sweetly, arching her back to accentuate her breasts.
Both men smiled, their eyes drinking in her feminine form. She smiled even wider, thoroughly enjoying their obvious admiration. “Wait,” she said, squinting in thought. “You’ve been here before, right?”
One of them smiled and nodded, the other nodding as well. “We’re a couple of fans,” he said, grinning at her.
She smiled. “Well, that’s sweet of you. What can I get you two handsome fellas to drink?” she asked, sliding down into the booth next to him. He chuckled and immediately moved over to give her a little space. Playfully, she leaned into him as she set her order pad down. The two men browsed through the drink menu and ordered a couple of beers. She smiled and started to slide out, but then was slightly surprised to feel a hand on her leg, and glanced down, seeing the man resting his palm there. She smirked, shaking her head at him, and he grinned as he moved it away.
Sliding out, she thought about what Kara had said and decided to flirt a little, doing so by bending over as subtly as she could and letting them get a good look at her skirt-covered butt. Figuring that it couldn’t hurt to flirt a little bit more than normal, she turned and winked at the two.
“What about an appetizer?” she asked, smiling as she turned.
The two men looked up from her butt and then at each other, grinning widely. A few seconds later, the other one shook his head and they started to talk as she walked away to put their drink orders in, accentuating the sway in her hips the way she saw her sisters and the other girls do. As she turned the corner, she glanced back and saw both of them watching her.