Waiting Ch. 02

Miss Ginny works her first day at The Consolary, as a topless waitress.

"You must be the new girl," Mister Jenkins proposed as he stepped into the elevator.

"Yes sir, I am on my first shift." I politely replied.

I had just changed into my 'so called' uniform; pink tinged silk stockings, with fishnet highlights sewn in, a mini black thong, and a pink lace garter belt. My breasts were in full view. My genitals were covered by a small triangle of black cloth.

"Perfect timing then for me," he cut in. "Could you come to my apartment around 8?" I would be happy to pay the usual, plus a generous, introductory gratuity."

I hadn't even started my first shift and I was being offered 500 dollars plus another Benjamin (for a tip) for one or two hours of my time. I was assured by other ladies that it seldom took more than 20 minutes unless the blue pill was involved.

I decided to accept the offer, as presented.

The elevator dinged as we opened on the main floor.

"Thank you Mr. Jenkins, I will see you at 8, suite 614, I believe."

"Excellent start, Miss. "Who can I expect?"

Mr. Jenkins wasn't leaving our 'date' to chance.

"Miss Ginny," I replied with the required smile.

The next six hours involved taking meal orders from horny clients. If they touched us we received a stipend, so they didn't get handsy all of the time. I remembered their orders and filed away their names, for future reference. I do it automatically now.

One thing that didn't bother me was their compliments.

"Those are some spectacular tits, Young Lady," quipped one guy. "I could just suck on them all night."

Of course he could not and did not suck on them all night. Not even 10 minutes goes by and he's forgotten my breasts to look at others.

"Ginny, could we get you to serve a few of us at our poker night, tonight?"

I referred to my mental notes; Mr. Cline, table nine, but I didn't have a room number yet.

"How many will be playing, and for how long?" I asked, before even knowing when or where the event was taking place.

"Judge Hollis, some Magistrate from the next county over, a few older legal eagles and a former D. A." Mr. Cline replied. "Nine o'clock tonight."

"We will also have Miss Vivian to help you, and two security guys, but you don't need to worry about their needs."

I guessed that meant that they would get their own drinks, but I was wrong.

By the time my shift was finished I had three dates set. Mr. Jenkins, room 614 at 8, then a Poker party at 9 with Mr. Cline and friends, in party room 6, then 1:00 a. m. or thereabouts, I would finish back at Mr. Alexander's Suite. I would have to wake him, but that was his order.

"Good Evening Sir, how can I please you?" I announced to my client, just like a clerk at Blockbuster's might welcome a customer.

"Oh, just get in here quick Miss Ginny. I just want a quick poke, then we will see where to go from there."

"How do you like it sir?" I asked for directions.

"Just lose the thong dear. I hate tugging it to the side, then it dips inside the vagina if I get distracted..."

"Yes sir, I totally understand. I pulled the waistband from my hips and dropped them to the floor. I now stood wearing only the garter belt and the pink tinged stockings. The high heels forced my sex forward for his intimate inspection.

"Standing, sir or...?" I needed more instruction.

"Would you mind doing the work, Miss Ginny?" Mr. Jenkins asked.

"Of course, Mr. Jenkins. Is the bed okay? It will save my knees." I asked, knowing it will also save my silk stockings from ruin.

I followed my client to his bed, where he lay back, ready for me. I showed him the condom, then transferred it to my mouth to rip it open. Finally, I popped it into my mouth.

"Oh, that's a nice touch," he murmured as I pushed the condom onto his pecker, using my mouth alone. His cock was into my throat before the condom was totally positioned.

Old Mr. Jenkins turned out to be just another man with man needs and an average cock, which I knew how to handle.

I pushed my pussy onto his cock while straddling from one side. I could see the lust and the wonder on his face as he slid into me. Even though he was paying for it, he was still amazed to be getting it.

I took my time, staring into his eyes, I imagined that someone found Mr. Jenkins to be sexy at some point in his life. I lean in to see if he even wants a kiss, and seeing that he does, I push forward to let him reach up to kiss me. My hips are moving at a slower pace, allowing him to settle into a fine fuck.

Soon, I detect a bit of urgency on his part, so I quicken my pace. He reached up, to enjoy the feel of my tits. Another dozen long strokes and Mr. Jenkins is gasping and spasming into me. I let him enjoy the rush, as he slowly comes to a halt.

"My god, Miss Ginny, you are special." He gasped, when he finally could.

I dismounted and quickly removed the condom. Most of the ejaculate was in the bulbous end, but I still sucked his cock back, and into my mouth for a quick clean and lubrication.

"Will you have any other needs, Mr. Jenkins? Or perhaps I can lock the door on the way out." I asked my first client of the evening.

"That would be lovely dear," Mr. Jenkins' voice was dripping with exhaustion, even though I had done all of the work.

I found my thong, fixed my hair and makeup and headed to games room 6, on the 7th floor.

There was no need to change into another slutty uniform to serve at the Poker Party.

"You can leave your tray at the bar, Dear. If you can't keep up with a few old men, then you need more cardio."

I left my tray behind the bar and reluctantly found that I could keep up with their drink orders, even when delivering one at a time.

The high heels made my balance very difficult. Vivian had been working here for over 5 years and her experience really showed. She walked like a Vegas Show Girl. Her full breasts were always pointing at the horizon like headlights. Her mons area stuck out with a pronounced camel toe, she didn't even notice, but the men certainly did.

Soon enough the Judge and his Magistrate friend decided that they would rather be doing something else. Miss Vivian took them both to a private room, but I could hear them fucking.

"Do you do multiple parties, Miss Ginny?

The guy was a District Attorney, and he had 3 other lawyers with him, but he was at a club that encouraged contractual harmony.

I considered the offer. They were in their 60's, fit enough not to have a heart attack, though a stroke would not be out of the realm of possibility. They looked like they would last 2 hours tops.

"I will do you gentlemen, but I'm afraid you'll keep me up all night! I will need 4 thousand for that job, fellows." I proposed it as a bargain.

They looked at each other, for consensus, but the time for bargaining was past. They accepted my fine proposal, so I went to work.

When engaging with four men a pro knows to let the guys do all of the work.

I pulled out two strips of condoms from my clutch purse. It showed them that I meant business.

I made sure that a condom was in place on the D. A. before I settled back and looked for the first cock to suck. It didn't have to have a condom on it, but it did and I was pleased to see it. It meant that they were careful, and so was I.

I tried to be convincing, as a woman engaging in a consensual orgy.

I moaned at the appropriate times as they fucked my mouth and vagina.

As I predicted, they were finished in just over 2 hours.

I did a mental calculation of my earnings for the day. My shift was worth $500 plus whatever tips they included; Mr. Jenkins was 600 unless he ripped me on the tip; Waitressing for the poker party would be another 400 as a special event; then 4k for a 2 hour contract and now back to Conrad Alexanders, and it's only just after midnight.

I wasn't making any money from Conrad Alexander. The free place to sleep was acceptable as payment. I made a mental note to go by Cindy's pad and give her more money. It still worked as a registered address for my banking and such.

Conny and I stayed up way past bedtime. He loves to listen to me, going on about how my day went, as he fucks me. I seldom fall asleep during sex, but if I do, I dream about money.

Day two starts with a trip to the hair salon. Many working girls go here for waxing and piercings. The technicians know all of the tricks, especially where to pierce and where not to!

I am considering a small stud near the tip of my tongue. They suggest that I wait until I have some regulars before I try it. They tell me that I will talk funny until I am used to it, but the patrons find the lisping to be sexy, so it will then help me to get more 'regulars'.

"Today I will try the bald look." I instructed my attendant.

He was as gay as they get, but it still excites me to have a man shave my mons. Gary is so careful with every fold of my labia, every twist of my clitoral hood. He never nicks me and I am left fresh and ready for action.

"If you were a man, I would do you in a heartbeat," Gary proudly announced as he put a light oil on my freshly shaved genitals. "You look spectacular, Miss Ginny!"

When Gary was done with me I was incredibly horny.

I thought about going back to the hotel and upstairs to see if Conrad was interested, but I had a toy in my clutch, so all I needed was a change room or a ladies restroom.

I didn't notice an attendant for the change room at the Walmart, but by the time I was in the little hall leading to the private rooms a clerk caught up with me.

"Do you have some items to try on?" She asked.

"Oh, I was just making sure that there was a room open before I got something to try." I quickly made up a lie.

I redirected myself to a rack of blouses on sale, then I saw a table with bikinis so I grabbed two outfits and returned to the change rooms.

"Oh, those will look lovely on you," the attendant remarked. "You will have to wear your undergarments to try them on, miss."

I nodded and headed to the back rooms.

Just as I was peeling out of my pantsuit, she pulled back the curtain.

"I figured you didn't have any panties, so I brought you these from the lost and found."

She offered me the white panties that were three sizes too big for me, and I had to take them, since she was correct about my naked puss. She stood there waiting; Intent on witnessing me doing the right thing.

"You know what? I think I'll just buy them." I had decided on the side of humility.

"Oh, don't forget there are no returns on intimate items." She informed me.

Finally I managed to get some privacy to try on a blouse. Miss Busybody was busy bothering someone else.

I found a room with a real door and locked myself in. The seat had carpeting on it, so I settled in and shimmied my shorts to the floor. My freshly waxed and glowing mons practically filled the room when I exposed it. I slipped my dildo inside of my cunt and turned on the vibrator.

I expected a knock at any moment, but it never came. Three or four minutes later I shook with a powerful orgasm.

Twenty minutes later, I put everything away and walked out. The blouse went on the return dolly. I hadn't even tried it on.

Then I saw the security warnings. 'Electronic security' was clearly posted, but I had missed it. I thought about the video that they had just shot. It made me want to do it again, but I kept walking.

I headed back to the hotel. I had to get dressed for work.

Another day, another dollar.