In my mid-twenties I worked at a fun-themed restaurant and bar in Oxford called Blacks. Depending on the season or occasion, the decor of the whole place and the waitresses’ uniforms were set out to suit. The uniforms were always cute and sexy pleated miniskirts with white blouse tops. Christmas was red and white, Easter pink and pale blue, Halloween black and orange, October Fest green and white, Schools Out tartan and white, on nights that weren’t themed it was black skirts, again with white tops. They were planning on rolling out a some more new nights to coincide with sporting events.

The business was owned and managed by Sophie who was about fifteen years older than me, an intelligent and witty women who I was pleasant to work for. She was slim blonde women and very attractive, about four inches taller than me. She was always nicely dressed but didn’t wear the unforms we did. I was a member of a team of eight young women, all a similar age and all chosen, it would seem, to maximise the alure of the uniforms, slim fit and attractive.

The rules were quite straight forward, white bras to be worn under white tops, our choice of underwear but no shorts under the skirt, and for reasons of hygiene long hair was to be worn in a ponytail.

As you would expect the place was very popular with men and they were always asking the girls out on dates. I was coming up for completing my first three months probationary period. I had been quiet and a little shy at first; the skirts made me feel a bit self-conscious and I had to become accustomed to being ogled at. My aim was to concentrate on the job and not take up any date invites until I was a fully-fledged member of the team. However, as time went by, I became more confident and floated around the restaurant floor with ease.

A very good looking and cool guy called Steve who sometimes came in on his own or with a group had asked for a date on several occasions and this time I agreed. We agreed to meet in Headington the following evening where he would pick me up in his car then drive out to a riverside pub called The Rose Revived near Witney, which all sounded very pleasant and civilised.

The day afterwards I was back at work when Sophie called me into her office and congratulated me on successfully completing my three months of probation and welcomed me now as a fully-fledged member of the team.

She said she was dying to know how my date went with Steve the night before. I shrugged my shoulders and said, “It was good but not what I had expected”.

“Oh, that’s a shame” she said, “In what way?”

“He was disappointed”

“Why?”

“As a rule on a first date I wear trousers, the image he had in mind was that I would be wearing a little skirt like the ones we wear for work. So, anyway it was all a bit low key, we had a nice meal, pleasant conversation, a short walk along the river then he offered to drive me home”.

“I felt guilty and said that I was very sorry that I hadn’t made more of an effort to dress up for the evening, and the next time, if there was a next time, I would make it up to him”.

Sophie looked at me with an 'I’m sorry for you' expression and said “Oh, that’s a shame, so he just took you home afterwards, did he?”.

“Well, not quite”

“Go on, tell Sophie everything…”

I blushed, I was too embarrassed to tell her everything, I should have just said yes, he took me home and left it at that.

“Go on, I insist…”

“Oh, what the heck, okay so he pulled into a layby and said I could make it up to him now by giving him a blow job”.

“What, no way, I hope you told him where to go”.

I was blushing so much in shame and looked at the floor, my face must have been crimson by now.

“Oh, heavens, please tell me you didn’t do it”.

“Yes, I did it”.

She looked at me and smiled reassuringly, “How thrilling, you’ve stirred my curiosity now, go on then tell me what happened”.

Resigned to my fate I spoke very slowly “Well, I sighed, he started by undoing the top of his trousers and pulled it out, then he took hold of my hand, guiding it to it, wrapped my fingers around it, and told me to stroke it”.

“Which you, I’m guessing, dutifully did?”.

“Yes”.

“Then what?”.

“He curled his hand up around the back of my head and guided me down onto it, I opened my lips, and it slid into my mouth, so I proceeded to giving him the full works with my tongue and bobbing my head on the tip”.

He leaned back and said, “Good girl, you’re doing great but don’t disappoint me I expect you to swallow it all”.

Sophie looked aghast, her eyes were sparkling with anticipation. “Was he big?”.

“He was big enough for me”.

I was lost and probably over excited by my own story, to the point of showing off; “Well, I continued, he seemed to be getting bigger and harder so I guessed he was getting close. His hand, which had been caressing my hair all the time, guided my head further downwards, so it went deeper into my mouth then he jerked his hips upwards, pumping it in even deeper, his moaning and breathing were getting deeper and he held my head gently but firmly as he let out a final, "Ahh yes," and he came hard in my mouth. I held my lips firmly around it so I could feel it pulsing as my mouth was filled by his sperm and duly swallowed it for him”.

Sophie shook her head in disbelief, raised her eyebrows and pursed her lips, “Well," she said, "I thought you were the quiet one and you turn out to be a dirty little cock sucker when you want to be. Did it not bother you that he was dominating you”?

I smiled sheepishly “No, I love it when men do that with me”.

She looked at me with mischievous eyes, was deep in thought and smiled wickedly, “Mmmm, that’s certainly something for me to bear in mind.” She wagged her finger at me, “That was a very dirty story, but I more than enjoyed hearing it”.

However, life continues, and we have work to do, I am introducing a Wimbledon night soon and thought the girls would look great in either tennis skirts or dresses, but I haven’t made my mind up yet”. She passed me two hangers with white clothing protected by polythene covers. “Please go to the changing room, try these on, then come back and model them for me”.