“I sold it to the dishwasher guy Carp in the kitchen.” Omar Carpenter aka Carp! “Here! Twenty bucks to start your tip jar.” He handed her the bill. Eying it with an unblinking gaze she froze.
“I’ll take it.” Kwikki snatched it up. “Snooze you lose… more than your panties.”
“You did not sell my underwear to Carpenter.”
“Uhhh?” Cabot lifted his eyebrows, “I did! Go look, I bet he’s still sniffing them.”
“OH, MY GOD!” Humiliated, Nikki stomped off for the kitchen to see for herself. Omar Carpenter was nothing to drool over, being chunky and short. Sure enough, he was wearing her underwear like a surgical mask while he recleaned some spotty glasses. “FUCK!” She no longer wanted them anyway.
Back out at the tables Janice passed Kwikki and Cabot and patted Cabot on the shoulder saying good morning. A friendly smile shared she headed to the kitchen herself. She would see Omar in the underwear and roll her eyes. Kids these days!
“Your turn.” Cabot escorted Kwikki to the very same table Nikki was refilling bottles. The tray shoved back Cabot picked her up and sat her on the table. Nudging her back resting on her palms as support he lifted her skirt and whistled at her own white lace, her pubes like a rectangle sticking up over the fabric. The narrow G-string was constricting up between her labia. “Yummy! I don’t know whether to sing Ebony and Ivory or just…”
“Don’t be racist! I like you when you don’t treat me like crap.”
“I’ve never once treated you like crap. Lift that ass!” She flared her eyes at his commandeering tone. Doing so he reached under her and began dragging her G-string off. Once her pussy came into view he dared to lean in over her stretched panties and nuzzled her rectangular peach fuzz. “Damn! You smell better than Nik. I might have to sell your panties for fifty.”
“As long as I get the money.” She laughed! “Lick me at least.” Panties removed first he grabbed her ankles and sent her to her elbows. Looking around for safety he buried his face into her snatch. “Holy fuck! That feels incredible. Don’t stop!” A single finger dipped within her wet vulva he dug up inside her, “Let’s find your G-spot.”
“Take your time.” She panted nibbling her lower lip. Fingers examining her interior, he creased her G making her squeal slightly. “You did it.”
“Good!” He removed his finger from her and drew a wet heart around her belly button. Once achieved he sucked on that finger and stepped back. “Tastes like…”
“If you say chicken, I’m going to kick you in the balls.” She laughed sitting up before they were busted. Voices heard coming from the kitchen, a swinging door opened up. Out came their manager Claude Epstein, Jewish born but non practicing of faith. Kwikki slipped off the table in the Knick of time. Cabot inhaling her white lace right in front of Claude feigned blowing his nose. Sniffling at her body spray’s scent he stashed her panties in his pants pocket.
“Catching a cold Cabot?”
“Naaa! Kwikki might be getting cold though.” Kwikki shivered playing it off. “A cold I meant. Not looking very busy this morning. I only see three cars outside waiting on you to unlock the door.”
Joining them Nikki pointed at Cabot with a sneer while Claude was unaware. “It is almost that time.” The manager looked at his Rolex. “You guys ready?” Kwikki stared at Cabot with lust, nodding her head feverishly. Again, Claude lost out by looking back at Nikki. A thumbs up on her part she nodded too. “Better put that tray of condiments away.”
“Got it.” Nikki watched as Claude Epstein walked away around the hostess dais to unlock the front door after Cabot had relocked it on his way in. Nikki moving to Cabot’s left, Kwikki to his right he offered a smug look at them then bent at the knee just enough to run both of his hands up the backs of their skirts. Fingers probing, he found their assholes and induced a finger inside each. Giddy at his boldness they bent forward to feel his intrusiveness better.
“Double dipping!” He laughed! Both sisters looked at one another and reached for him. A shared experience they rubbed his concealed erection. Kwikki lowered her hand to his balls and lightly squeezed them. “I’ll get to it. You two just know who the boss is here.”
Claude returning all hands were back to business. Condiment tray reclaimed Nikki headed for the waitress bar where they stored immediate supplies. Following her Cabot and Kwikki went to the kitchen. Nikki heard him say, “Do I hear fifty?” Kwikki squealed when the chef bought her panties. The hostess who crushed on that particular chef was offended and stomped off until Cedric the waiter stopped her. “Sixty for yours?”
Bright red in the face Kelly Reinhart left the kitchen pissed. She knew he was teasing her. Who would want her fat ass tighty whiteys? Poor kid! She never stood a chance. Chuckling with Omar the dishwasher, Cedric put Kwikki’s G-string on his face too. Something smelled delicious!
“Boss?” The girls both spoke at the same time repeating his earlier comment.
Cabot left them to decipher his code.
Nikki demanded thirty bucks more from Omar. She had to show him her pussy to get it. Kwikki? Front, back, sides, cheeks wide. Put your money where your mouth should be gentlemen. Hell yes! The N’Dolla’s were demanding more N’DOLLARS! Bossy bitches! Not so easy was it Cabot?
Open for business! Let the waiters wait!
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8:05 AM
Time to wake up Gracie! Someone was sleeping Goode.
Eyelids opened and closed just as fast. Heaven was just too bright this morning for the Pastor’s daughter. Ten more minutes Lord, just ten more minutes. It wasn’t like she had anything to do until later in the day. Outside of going for her daily bike ride on the trails next to her apartment complex she was a free spirit. Not like you might think hearing the term. Still, after Cabot’s visit last night and taking her outside on the landing naked, showing her off as he did, it was intriguing.
“Okay! I’m up!”
There was no alarm clock going off, merely her inner nudge. Sitting up on her couch, where she had fallen asleep after talking with Cabot and saying their farewells by phone, she stretched vividly then got up. Before anything she did some yoga stretches in her albeit sheer nightie. Her limbs required circulation. Not a coffee drinker unless forced, Grace downed an energy drink and burped, apologizing to God above. It just came naturally to talk to the big guy.
“I wonder if Mrs. Albright will take to me? I really could use this job she’s offering. It kind of scares me how Cabot is so close to her though. It should be me he’s all over. God, I can’t believe after all this time not seeing him in any fashion, other than high school track meets, my crush came flooding back the day we first ran into one another again. I just can’t take my mind off of him. Should I even be giving into him like this? I mean he’s seeing Maria a few doors down from me. Even though he says she doesn’t mind, surely, she can’t be happy to be sharing the guy. Why am I even thinking this is possible? I am so going to get hurt.”