Begrudgingly...

After grabbing the rest of the things Mellie thought you would need, you headed back to your apartment where the rest of the night passed uneventfully. You were still upset and Mellie tried his best to comfort you. Back in your own apartment, you finally began to relax a little, and eventually the two of you decided to watch a movie. You both fell asleep cuddling on the couch. Tonight, you didn’t dream.

In the morning, Mellie made you breakfast again, and you talked for a while before you had to get ready for work, each of you prepping the other for what you would be in for if you had to answer the phone. You had been dreading this all day, but you couldn't see a way out of it. You walked the few feet to the bathroom like you were a condemned man walking the last mile to 'Old Sparky'. You showered uneventfully…even though your hands did linger a little longer on certain parts of your anatomy than would normally have been prudent, you didn’t feel much like exploring 'in depth'.

Once you had finished, Mellie helped you with your makeup, putting your hair up in two ponytails, tied with blue and gold scrunchies, and helped you on with your uniform. Once you had finished, you turned to look at yourself in the full length mirror in the bedroom. The tiny top hugged and pressed your chest close so that you were almost falling out of it. The little gold and blue skirt sat high on your hips, making sure to expose the blue spanky pants you wore on top of the pale blue cotton panties you still wore underneath. Mellie had insisted that you wear a pair of pantyhose to cover your legs and a pair of rolled down socks…one gold, one blue, tucked into the sneakers he had picked up the night before.

“I look like something out of ‘Lollipop Chainsaw’.” You said at last as you looked at yourself in the mirror. But secretly, inside, in a place you weren't ready to admit to yourself, you were a little excited. You had always loved it when Mellie wore this type of outfit, it always looked killer on her…and this time was no exception. You felt a small tingle of warmth between your legs.

“Yeah, but it’ll have to do. Just try not to let them pinch your ass too much.” Mellie said, leaning in the door frame.

At once, your heart sank…how were you going to do this?

A short time later, Mellie dropped you off for work. The parking lot of the bar was already starting to fill up in anticipation of the afternoon of football. “I’ll be back at the end of your shift to pick you up.” Mellie said, resting a reassuring hand on your leg. Taking a deep breath, you opened the door and looked back at him, swallowing heavily. You were dimly aware that you were shaking.

“Wish me luck.” You said, as Mellie leaned forward and pressed his lips to yours. You didn’t want it to…but the kiss felt good…his firm lips on yours. Without thinking, you kissed him back.

“No time baby…” He said, smirking as he pulled away. “I know you’ll do great. Be brave!”

Slightly disappointed, you got out of the car, pulling the tan overcoat around yourself against the chill of the fall afternoon air. You instantly felt your nipples get hard underneath the fabric of his top. “Damn it.” You muttered as he headed for the door to the bar.

Once inside, you got right to work. Your restaurant background helped you keep up, even if your tips didn’t seem to be as big as the other girls. More than once, you had to slap one of the customer’s hands as they found their way to your ass or brushed against your chest. At the end of the night you were exhausted as you sat at the bar counting your tips.

“You would have done better if you had flirted a little more.” It was Heather, the pretty little blonde with the DD chest. She had been the one that had tried to help you the most all evening, sensing your nervousness. She came and sat on the stool next to you. “I know it can be a bitch sometimes…but it helps. You’re just playing a part after all.”

“Boy have you got that right.” You said as you finished counting your money and tucking it into the little blue pocket book Mellie had given you to use. The cute guy behind the bar put two glasses down in front of you girls and proceeded to fill them both with tequila.

“On the house.” He said, smiling. You noticed that he had the nicest pale blue eyes. “It looked like you girls had a rough night.”

“Brother…you don’t know the half of it.” You said as you downed the shot.

“You could make more money if you were a little friendlier.” Heather said, downing her shot and tapping her finger on the bar. The bartender responded by refilling the glasses. “You know…they come in here all hot and horny. Flash ‘em a little cheek,” She said, slapping her shapely ass with an audible 'thwack.' “And their wallets fly right open.”

“Yeah.” You said, downing the second shot. You still sounded depressed, but you couldn’t help but notice that the blonde was sitting closer to you. A warm feeling ran through your body, and you weren’t sure that it was all from the ****.

“You’ll do fine, sister.” Heather said, draining her glass and motioning for two more. “I don’t like it any more than you do…but you have to at least pretend that you’re available. Something about…’maintaining the fantasy’ or some bullshit like that.” She raised her glass and klinked it against yours. “Here’s to bullshit.” She said, and sucked another shot down.

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Sometime later, the little red Toyota pulled up outside your apartment. The two girls inside giggled as the one with the dark hair fumbled with the door handle.

“Thanks fer the ride home, Heather…” you slurred as you opened the door. “I can’t believe the fucker stood me up!”

“No problem. Men are no good fer anything…” The little blonde said, and you both broke into a fresh round of giggles. “Least I’ve never had any use for them that my vibrator can’t fix… lissen,” Heather said, putting up a finger to point at you. “You ever need anything…you let me know.” Heather's hand, that had been waggling in the air, dropped to your knee as you were about to slide out. You looked back at the gorgeous blonde, dressed the same way as you were, her pale gray eyes catching the silver of the autumn moon, and you felt your face flush warm. You stopped for a second and met those two silver circles with your…

Then suddenly, you felt her lips on your, soft like a pair of tiny, warm cushions…you could smell the faint lilac scent of her perfume as she pressed close. Your head swam from the **** and the power of the sensations that were coursing through you. You immediately felt your crotch grow moist and contract as you kissed Heather back. The blonde stroked your cheek as your tongues met and danced together. Her lips tasted like strawberries and tequila. You were starting to lose yourself…felt like you were falling…your nipples stood out and pressed hard against the fabric of your top. You felt Heather’s gentle hand fall upon your breast and squeeze softly…

Then you pulled away. “Heather…I-I can’t.” You breathed.

“I-I know…I’m sorry.” The blonde said, her face immediately reddening. You grabbed your purse and jacket and jumped out of the car.

“It’s not that…I just…It’s definitely not you… that’s all…” you said, leaning back in the door. You swayed a little, but caught yourself.

“Sure…” Heather said, looking away, her face ashamed.

“Don’t be like that… I…liked it…really…” you said, feeling for her.

“Yeah…sure. I’m sorry, I let the tequila go to my head. I’ll…I’ll see you at work.”

You nodded and closed the door. The car immediately sped away, leaving you alone in the night feeling...confused. Heather was hot as hell…but you were…like this, which apparently she liked. There was no denying what you were feeling… but what about Mellie?