He covers for her

Lawrence walked over to table 4. Kennedy was kneeling, her head almost in the customers lap and her naked ass was sticking out behind her. Her hands were at his knees.

Lawrence didn’t mind the customers using the waitresses. But he did mind them doing it during rush hours, and there were orders waiting to be filled and tables waiting to be served. If Kennedy was sucking this man during work hours, when she had better stuff to do, he would drag her right back into the punishment room. And this time she would be lucky if she was able to walk back out.

Kennedy didn’t dare look at him. From her kneeling position, she looked up at the man. He smiled at her. It was a nice smile, a warm smile, and she dared hope he would take pity on her. The she felt and saw his hand crawl close to her cleavage. The waitress uniform was a bodice/corset combination, and pushed out her small, but firm bust. The customer pushed something between her breasts, and then looked up at the manager.

Lawrence gave Kennedy a kick on her bruised ass when he reached the table. She successfully stifled her cry, and her hands on the customers knees prevented her from falling completely into his lap.

“What is going on here?”, he asked.

“Oh, nothing. I was just giving this young lady a tip.” True enough, he had slipped a few rolled-up bills between her breasts when she was kneeling. Lawrence looked down on her. Standing above her, he had quite a nice view straight down her cleavage and could confirm that she had indeed received a tip.

“Get up, back to work.”

Kennedy rose and gave the man a grateful smile. Then she resumed work.

When she able to retrieve the money he had given her, she discovered the bills were rolled around a folded business card. The man was Mr. Eric Langer, sales rep for a company operating out of a fairly distant city. As her shift ended, she pondered whether to give him a call. She had promised him… something…, and who knew what he could do if she reneged on her promise.