riwa
Governor
Emma was in fine form as she worked her shift at the biker bar. The petite little Asian waitress was wearing a skimpy, poet hippie blouse with her daisy dukes, guaranteed to attract a lot of attention. What completed the ensemble was a pair of calf-high sand mocs she liked to wear, especially since they were soft enough for the floor vibrations of the cooler to penetrate through to the soles of her sensitive feet.
She was the center of attention as she moved among the tables serving drinks. Several eyes were upon her – both male and female – and she loved it. She sensed she was working up more than one customer into a lather with her small frame and enticing attire.
As much as she was getting appreciative glances from the customers, she was getting equally unhappy glares from her two working companions. They were not happy she was getting all the attention. Sometimes she overheard them talking about her, and she sensed she was pushing their buttons.
The little adrenaline junkie couldn’t help wondering what they might do to her if they ever managed to get her all alone. No doubt it would be deliciously wicked. She couldn’t help trembling as she imagined all the nasty things they might put her through just to make her suffer.
She enjoyed tormenting them with her attitude as well as her provocative apparel. But for now she had other fish to fry. It had been too long since she’d sucked her last cock.
Tonight she was in the mood. Her eyes kept scanning the interior of the bar in the hopes of finding a suitable male. From there it was only a matter of seducing them, perhaps even luring them into forcing her over her flirtatious ways.
She picked out a few worthy subjects. But unfortunately they’d brought along their girlfriends. She still managed to flirt like hell with them, angering their female companions even more. It further added to her erotic tingles as she imagined what those bitches might do to her in response to flirting with their boyfriends.
As the evening progressed she encountered a handful of promising prospects. But none of them seemed interested. All she could manage was some harmless flirting before heading off to wait on another table. It appeared her chances of finding the right man to seduce tonight was waning.
Her shift was winding down when a guy in a leather jacket came in. He looked to be close to her age. What’s more, he looked strong and rugged.
Those were the kind she liked most of all. He appeared to be just the type to rough her up a bit before forcing his cock down her throat. The thought gave her delicious tingles.
She immediately drifted his way before either of her working companions could get there first. She could tell he was interested by the way he looked her up and down. It made her quiver with arousal.
She took his order, brought his drink back and then accepted his invitation to sit down for a chat. In no time at all she was flirting like crazy despite the angry looks from her coworkers. She soon began envisioning a profitable conclusion to her shift, a conclusion where she would get to take him deep down her throat.
She played it cool, asking him what he was doing after her shift was over. He told her he was headed back to his apartment. She was certainly welcome to join him if she wanted.
Emma felt another erotic shiver ripple through her. What would he do to her once he got her back to his place? The thrill overpowered her good sense as she graciously accepted his invitation.
She excused herself to clean up her section, telling him she’d be ready to go in a few minutes. Then she waltzed back to the bar with her tray of empty glasses. She smirked as she told her coworkers, “Looks like I’ve got myself a date, you bitches.”
“Slut! Don’t you know better than to go home with strangers?”
“Jealous?” she shot back defiantly. “Maybe if you two gave better blowjobs you’d get more action!”
“Better watch your back, bitch!” the other snarled sourly. “One of these days I might catch you alone somewhere. Then I just might wipe that smug look off that fucking face of yours!”
Emma giggled with the knowledge she’d pushed their buttons again. One of these days they were going to make her pay. But it looked like it wasn’t going to be tonight.
“Don’t be pissed off with me,” she retorted innocently. “It’s not my fault he likes me.” Then she looked over at the guy waiting for her to return, giving him a seductive grin.
“Don’t wait up for me, bitches,” she told them with a smile. “Now if you don’t mind, I’ve got something juicy to go suck on.”
“Bitch!” they retorted in unison. She just giggled as she headed over to his table.
He stood up when she came over. “I’m all yours,” she told him, slipping her arm through his. Then she turned and blew her two coworkers a kiss, trembling excitedly at the angry glares they gave her.
If looks could kill…
She was the center of attention as she moved among the tables serving drinks. Several eyes were upon her – both male and female – and she loved it. She sensed she was working up more than one customer into a lather with her small frame and enticing attire.
As much as she was getting appreciative glances from the customers, she was getting equally unhappy glares from her two working companions. They were not happy she was getting all the attention. Sometimes she overheard them talking about her, and she sensed she was pushing their buttons.
The little adrenaline junkie couldn’t help wondering what they might do to her if they ever managed to get her all alone. No doubt it would be deliciously wicked. She couldn’t help trembling as she imagined all the nasty things they might put her through just to make her suffer.
She enjoyed tormenting them with her attitude as well as her provocative apparel. But for now she had other fish to fry. It had been too long since she’d sucked her last cock.
Tonight she was in the mood. Her eyes kept scanning the interior of the bar in the hopes of finding a suitable male. From there it was only a matter of seducing them, perhaps even luring them into forcing her over her flirtatious ways.
She picked out a few worthy subjects. But unfortunately they’d brought along their girlfriends. She still managed to flirt like hell with them, angering their female companions even more. It further added to her erotic tingles as she imagined what those bitches might do to her in response to flirting with their boyfriends.
As the evening progressed she encountered a handful of promising prospects. But none of them seemed interested. All she could manage was some harmless flirting before heading off to wait on another table. It appeared her chances of finding the right man to seduce tonight was waning.
Her shift was winding down when a guy in a leather jacket came in. He looked to be close to her age. What’s more, he looked strong and rugged.
Those were the kind she liked most of all. He appeared to be just the type to rough her up a bit before forcing his cock down her throat. The thought gave her delicious tingles.
She immediately drifted his way before either of her working companions could get there first. She could tell he was interested by the way he looked her up and down. It made her quiver with arousal.
She took his order, brought his drink back and then accepted his invitation to sit down for a chat. In no time at all she was flirting like crazy despite the angry looks from her coworkers. She soon began envisioning a profitable conclusion to her shift, a conclusion where she would get to take him deep down her throat.
She played it cool, asking him what he was doing after her shift was over. He told her he was headed back to his apartment. She was certainly welcome to join him if she wanted.
Emma felt another erotic shiver ripple through her. What would he do to her once he got her back to his place? The thrill overpowered her good sense as she graciously accepted his invitation.
She excused herself to clean up her section, telling him she’d be ready to go in a few minutes. Then she waltzed back to the bar with her tray of empty glasses. She smirked as she told her coworkers, “Looks like I’ve got myself a date, you bitches.”
“Slut! Don’t you know better than to go home with strangers?”
“Jealous?” she shot back defiantly. “Maybe if you two gave better blowjobs you’d get more action!”
“Better watch your back, bitch!” the other snarled sourly. “One of these days I might catch you alone somewhere. Then I just might wipe that smug look off that fucking face of yours!”
Emma giggled with the knowledge she’d pushed their buttons again. One of these days they were going to make her pay. But it looked like it wasn’t going to be tonight.
“Don’t be pissed off with me,” she retorted innocently. “It’s not my fault he likes me.” Then she looked over at the guy waiting for her to return, giving him a seductive grin.
“Don’t wait up for me, bitches,” she told them with a smile. “Now if you don’t mind, I’ve got something juicy to go suck on.”
“Bitch!” they retorted in unison. She just giggled as she headed over to his table.
He stood up when she came over. “I’m all yours,” she told him, slipping her arm through his. Then she turned and blew her two coworkers a kiss, trembling excitedly at the angry glares they gave her.
If looks could kill…
