"Hi, Lillian," said Brenda. "How are you?"
"Tired," said Lillian, lighting a Marlboro. "I wish I had your luck. I'd like to marry some rich dude and get out of this racket. Every day there's a new hassle. Now we got this new owner…"
"New owner?" said Brenda. "I didn't hear about that."
"It happened while you were on your honeymoon," said Lillian. "The old guy, Mr. Green, sold out. He was tired. The new guy is called Denton. He takes over tonight. We'll probably have to learn a whole new routine."
"I suppose," said Brenda. "I'm glad I'll only be here a few more days."
There was a knock at the door. It was Louis, the bartender. "The new boss wants to see you, Brenda," he said. "In the office."
"I wonder what for?" said Brenda. "I'm quitting on Friday."
She went to the office and found a very attractive young man sitting behind the desk. He was a little too slick-looking for her taste – longish black hair, thick mustache, Italian suit and big flowery tie, rings all over his fingers – but she couldn't deny that he had even features and a nice build.
"Hi," he said, "I'm Eddie Denton. I'd like to talk to you, Brenda." He gestured her to a chair with a wave of his thin black cigar.
Brenda sat down. She didn't like the way he looked at her, practically undressing her with his dark eyes. "I hope you know, Mister Denton," she said, "that I'm only working till Friday. I just got married, and I've given my notice."
Denton's glittery brown eyes rested on the ripe creamy cleavage of her breasts. "Yeah," he said, "that's what I wanted to talk to you about. They tell me you're the very best waitress. I wouldn't wanta lose you. How about staying on – with a raise? I'll make it worth your while."
Brenda sighed. It figured. She'd been pleading for a raise for years, and now it came when she didn't need it.
"I'm sorry, Mister Denton," she said pleasantly, "but I don't need to work any more. My husband is very well off. I'm sure Lillian can help you, though. She knows as much as I do."
"Yeah," said Denton, still ogling her tits, "but she ain't as sexy as you are. She's too old. I need a drawing card like you, baby. I'll double your salary. Whaddya say?"
Brenda stood up. She didn't like this man, didn't like the way he stared at her body or the way he talked to her. She said as politely as she could, "No. I'm sorry, I'm not interested. If you'll excuse me, I have to go to work."
Denton looked angry, but she didn't stay around to hear what else he had to say. She was glad she was quitting soon. Old Mr. Green had been polite, even courtly, to the girls. Denton was repulsive. He'd looked at her like she was just a cunt on legs, an object to be exploited.
The night continued slow, and Brenda found herself standing around with nothing to do. She couldn't help thinking about Hal and how wonderful it would be to be home now in bed with him. She grew hot and horny at the very thought. She imagined his wonderful thick cock sliding into her – and she felt a scalding burst of juice in the crotch of her panties.
Oh-oh, she thought, I better get busy.
To take her mind off her agonizing horniness, she went behind the bar and started washing some glasses for Louis. Irresistibly, though, she drifted back to her thoughts of Hal and his fantastic lovemaking. She could hardly wait to get home and climb into bed with him. If he was asleep, she'd pump his cock… She was so lost in her horny fantasy that she forgot the world around her.
From behind, somebody slipped a finger inside the crotch of her panties.
Brenda gasped and straightened up from the sink. The thick hot finger tickled deliciously over her swollen wet pussy, inching up into her greedy nipping cunt. For a moment she lost control of herself, thrusting her hips back to meet the thrusting finger, taking it far up her famished twat. She moaned softly.
Then she came to her senses, remembering that she was standing at the bar in the club. She could hardly let whoever-it-was frig her in front of the customers. She jerked her hips forward and the finger slipped out of her panties.
Brenda turned around and saw Louis the bartender, a big, balding guy, winking at her.
"Louis," she said, blushing furiously, "where do you get off pulling a stunt like that?"
He grinned. "It's because you're leaving, Brenda. I always wanted to cop a feel, and I figured this was my last chance."
Brenda had to laugh. Louis was a nice guy, a buddy, and he was just putting her on. She felt a little ashamed, though, of how aroused she'd gotten just from feeling his finger up her box. My God, she must really be horny… All the more reason to get home to Hal.