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Waiting On a Break
Waiting On a Break ** Disclaimer the fictional situation in the story may originally present to be more intense and/or darker than some are comfortable with. ** She brought over his tiramisu and a new fork, and set it down gently before him. “Is there anything else I may get you sir?” “No thank you Tina, just the check in like ten minutes.” “Thank you. Just let me know if there is any way I can be of service.” He let the fork sink its way down through the dessert before him as he watched the sway of her hips beneath that black skirt, as she walked away. That’s really what he had wanted for dessert. He took his time finishing his dessert. The bill arrived. It seemed expensive but it was a finer restaurant so he shrugged it of and did the math for the tip and put it all on his card. He tucked the copy of the receipt in his pocket and placed ‘ a Susan B Anthony dollar coin in with the bill and tip. Several minutes after the gentleman had left Tina came over gathered up the bill and started to bus the table and pocketed the uncommon coin. It was another twelve or so more minutes before Tina had her break, but wasted no time to head outside when the time came. She navigated the mayhem of the chaotic kitchen and stepped out the back door and into the alleyway to call her boyfriend. She had no longer shut the door behind her when she felt her body slammed up against the metal door. The iron vice around her throat was soft and yet powerful, as her eyes instinctively closed from the sudden force. Her breathing was shallow as air tried to fight its way past his grip. “Do you do that flirty cocktease with all your guests.” The statement was more a growl than question. “I bet you have a boyfriend don't you.” Tina could barely swallow past his iron clad grip. It was to hard to speak so she simply shook her head yes. Her chest began to heave as it struggled for more air as her eyes were wide trying to foresee the unknown events before her. “You are just a filthy little who would do anything for a few extra bucks on her tip. Does your boyfriend know how you sell yourself a few extra bucks. Huh? Where’s your boyfriend now.” Tina’s eyes narrowed and bore into the customer. “You need to be taught a lesson.” Grabbing the cell phone in her hand he let go of her throat and used his other hand to grab her ponytail. He dragged her out into the alley around the dumpster, basically tossing her out like a piece of trash. There she stood watching this man she had served dinner to just a while ago. Now she was trapped. She was surrounded by contrast. The aged rough facade of centuries old brick stood behind her. Stack of wooden pallets barricaded her to her right. A dented metal dumpster blocked her to her left. This seething pile of bone and muscle bore itself before her. “You need to be taught a lesson, But good.” Gripping the back of her neck he steered her to face the dumpster and bent her over. pushing up her black skirt he saw her bare ass barely covered by a thong. “You fucking cock teasing . Only a would wear a thong to work when wearing a skirt.” He took both hands and yanked her thong down past her knees. Tina’s body vibrated with energy. It was confused as to what to feel. Was it fear, excitement, being desired, or shame as merely a less than human object to be used. This can’t really be happening can it she thought to herself. She could hear her customer rambling on and moving behind her. Her skin was flush as adrenaline surged thru her. The cool city air made goosebumps over her skin. Cars and people, yelling and horns told the tale of life in the city. She gripped the cold metal dumpster when he covered her mouth with his hand, leaned in close and said “Not a single fucking word bitch.” She felt the wetness of her body betray her. She watched people walking by oblivious to what was going to be happening to her. Her eyes bulged as her groans muffled against his hand. Her juices helped ease his way in as now she felt him slowly stretch her. There was a momentary relief when she realized he was at least wearing a condom. That only refocused her awareness of the pleasure she was giving him. The heat of her own breath remained trapped against her as his bear paw smothered her mouth. His pace was rushed. There was no tender moment. He simply hammered into her as he made her choke down her own moans. Her knuckles whitened at the intensity of her grip on that dumpster. The years in the alleyway chipped away at its paint, much like his brutal intrusion clouded her resolve as to what was right and just. She could hear their bodies slamming, smacking together as the heat of the lust broke the<b> damp </font></b>dim light of the alley. She could feel how her body responded and almost craved to feel his release. She could feel the tremors start to rumble and shake. He was hitting all the right spots she didn’t want to explode, not here not in the alley not at work and in these shoes. Dear god would her other customers be able to smell the sex on her when she returned? Her arms worked as shock absorbers preventing her from being fucked so hard she was pinned and slammed against the dumpster like a tree branch against the window in a severe thunderstorm. She felt his whole body twitch as he let out a loud groan. She felt the twitch of him inside her as each wave surged thru him in what would have filled her to the point of overflowing had it not been for the condom. She couldn’t stop her body’s reaction and she clamped down on him as her body quivered around him and she practically screamed into the palm of his hand. He stayed inside her and continued to cover her mouth till they both were able to breath again. He grunted as he slid out of her. He peeled the condom off his now semi-hardened shaft and tossed it in the dumpster she had been holding onto to brace herself. She started to turn around and reach down to pull up her panties when she first heard the smack and then felt the fire his hand caused against her bare ass. It seemed like a sonic boom that the couples and commuters who walked past the alley not twenty-five feet away should have heard. But the din of the city drown out all noises in an urban melody. The spot on her ass burned as she stood paralyzed, unsure of what to do. He leaned in close enough that she could smell the tiramisu still on his breath. “If I had wanted to see your face I would have fucked that pretty mouth of yours.” She stood there waiting for direction. Her thong hung down around her ankles, felt like convict shackles binding her to his whim. Her grip on the metal dumpster had originally warmed to the heat of her touch. Now the metal monstrosity chilled her to her very core. She could look down the alley way watching the passersbys scurry to and fro as she had to stay put stuck in this humiliating moment. “God you are such a . So wet and filthy. Can’t believe you got your nasty juices all over me.” She could hear him moving around as a strong blast of old onions and wilting lettuce from the dumpster assaulted her sense of smell. She watched the handkerchief he had used to clean up fly over her shoulder and into the dumpster as her juices continued to cascade down her thighs unabated. “I know where you work. I know where you live. You will not tell anyone about this. Got it.” The loud concussive smacks of his hand against her bare ass rippled thru her and set her skin ablaze. “Yes, yes yes” she pleaded hoping the begging would make him stop after not answering him quickly enough. “I won’t tell anyone, ever” Tina blurted out. She could feel the redness of her cheeks as the inferno raged on her skin. She watched as someone walking by the end of the alley, looked around the street and buildings unsure of what they may have heard or if it was just the ghosts of the city playing tricks on their senses. They paused for only a moment before carrying on their way. Whenever I come to this restaurant, you will always be my waitress, you will always serve me. Yes?!” Her yes was immediate having learned her lesson just moments before. “Do the people who own this restaurant know what a you are?” She stuttered out a no, unsure if the was the answer he wanted to hear. She heard the zipper of his pants and the buckle of his belt He tossed a rolled up brown paper grocery bag there just several feet from where he left her, like the filthy piece of trash discard in a no name alley. She waited till he made it out of the alley and disappeared into the night. Her legs were trembling having been in that position and fighting against the fabric of her panties that practically bound her ankles for what felt like a lifetime, but in reality was probably only about ten minutes. The cool night air felt good, almost soothing, against her bare ass that still burned. She leaned down and looked thru the brown paper bag. On top was a short handwritten note. Tina, Hope that the reality played out as well as your fantasies and this was as good as that parking garage was last week, Hopefully I didn't take things too far. You need to let me know if I do take it too far, or not enough. We can talk about it later. You are probably late getting back from your break now get back to work daddy needs a new pair of shoes. Will see you when you get home. Thank you for sharing all this with me. Love Ya, ~ Greg Tina smiled, as she put the note back into the bag. She found a travel pack of wipes, a hairbrush, hand sanitizer, and a clean pair of panties. She quickly used the wipes to clean herself up and made herself presentable. She took her cell phone out of the bag and clicked on the image on the screen. She watched as he invaded her over and over again, and hearing her muffled moans. He had recorded part of their play. This was something she would have to revisit later. She paused the video and put the phone back into the bag. She smiled as she pulled on the handle of the heavy metal back door. He really did seem to love her, and she definitely knew she loved him. |
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This is the same couple from the Public Parking story that is continuing their exploration into public play. This one is where they play out one of her darker fantasies. The silver dollar was basically a clue/ signal between the couple to signify this was going to happen so that both parties could enter a safe state of mind. If I achieved what I was trying to do, any and all fear, uneasiness was manufactured by you (the reader) and not from anything directly stated in the story. If one takes a step back and looks at the "details" there is nothing that specifically states the female protagonist Tina ever said or felt she was scared, feared for her life or even really felt any shame. The reader is the one that brings those thoughts and feelings into the story, filling in the blanks I had purposefully (well at least tried) to leave. So in the end what presents as an awful situation is really just a loving couple role playing. The tension and emotions are all self-generated and with that, each reader will probably have a difference in perspective of how intense (or tame / boring / whatever) the story may be. Hope it was a fulfilling read. Thank you.
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I enjoyed this story. Suspected the ending but still wasn't disappointed by it.
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6/30/2017 11:15 am |
As always, you hit it out of the ballpark with your details and turn-on's. The darker path is hard to take for sure for some. I am personally glad it ended how it did. Thanks for another great story keep plugin away at the pervi brain of yours because i love reaping the benefits of it! ~TCWL-Fruity
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oh gawd...i love this!!! i loved the last one, the parking garage one...and now this??? mmmm...made my cunt moist... i like this, because it is a series, but it's also stand-alone... very talented you are!!!! keep more coming...mmmm
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