It's just a waitress job, but it took me long enough to find this. His wife hired me. She was impressed by the fact that I have experience, but my being a size 7 clinched the deal. The woman before me was a size 7 which meant she wouldn't have to order new uniforms. Beatrice explained that the colors of the uniforms had just been changed before the previous girl left. She was happy she didn't have to send these back for a change in size.
Her husband, Kerry, kept giving me "the eye" every time I picked up an order for a customer. So far, I just smiled and delivered the plates, but this was getting tiresome. How many smiles could I give him throughout the day?
Around 3pm, the lunch crowd died down, Kerry after speaking with Beatrice, decides to show me the stock, and how to order supplies. Although skeptical, I follow Kerry down to the lower level stock room. After hitting the lights, this seems to be a very appealing break room. The couple has accessorized the room with a couple of rocking easy chairs, a television, and a sofa, along with a long sturdy table in the middle of the floor. Shelves, and cabinets line the wall with condiments, and supplies, everything that was needed upstairs. Kerry started explaining to me, how Beatrice and he liked things stacked and accounted for as soon as delivery was made. He also instructed that it was not acceptable to run out of items, so when supplies got low, an order needed to be placed.
As he continues to explain, he maneuvers around the table, and ends when he is standing in front of me, with my back against the table. I guess he felt this was a good of time as any to pounce. Placing his hands on either side of me at the edge of the table, he leans all of his 5'8 height down to my 5'3 frame and asks;
"Are there any questions?"
Feeling very uncomfortable I reply, "No, I think I got it."
You would think he was finished, but no.
"You know, this job also comes with perks, that is if you are willing to play."
"I really don't know what you are talking about Mr. Kerry."
"Well, are you willing to let me show you?"
Now curious, but still nervous, I answer, "Why don't you tell me first Mr. Kerry. I would hate to be involved in something Mrs. Beatrice wouldn't approve of."
"First of all, it's Beatrice and Kerry. Lets drop the Mr. and Mrs. we want to be more than just employee's. We like to play. I'm surprised Beatrice hasn't explained this to you before you were hired?"
"I promise you Kerry, this was never bought to my attention."
"So you object?" he asks with a look of disappointment in his eyes.
"No." I hesitantly respond, "But I would like to know what you are talking about."
"I'll show you."
Without a further word from him, Kerry lifts me onto the table. My waitress uniform was a short dress, so as my ass hit the table, I could feel how high my dress went up from the coolness of the tabletop. He held my shin's with the palm of his hands, lifting them, and holding them at the end of the table.
"Mr. Kerry! I don't think this is appropriate!" I try to explain.
"Shhhhh, it's Kerry."
He nuzzles at the inside of my legs, deeply inhaling my scent as he moves from the top of my thighs down.
"You smell so good!"
I had no idea what to say.