The shop needs to order a part

Walking into Emily's across the street, your jaw drops open to see Connie waiting tables. Her green shirt is low cut, revealing a lot of her globular assets, and the short skirt shows her mile-long legs off. You sit down as she comes over with a smile and a pot of coffee.

She acts like you've never met, let alone fucked in a barn. "Do you need a menu or do you know what you want?"

"Oh, I know what I want," you say, emphasizing the innuendo and winking. "Coffee, please, with cream, and two eggs with bacon and hash browns."

She flips a cup over on the table and pours it full. "I'll bring some half-and-half over. What kind of toast would you like? Whole wheat, white, sour dough, or English muffin?"

"English muffin, please. The girl from the repair shop will come over when my car's ready."

"When Val comes in, I'll direct her over here."

"Great."

She walks off and you wait. You like how her hips sway as she walks. As she comes back a few minutes later, you enjoy how her tits jiggle. She puts a cream pitcher on the table.

"Just let me know if you need anything else?"

"I certainly will." You grin up at her. She winks and goes to another table.

You find a stack of newspapers on the lunch counter. You grab a local paper as well as the closest city paper. You take it back to your table and read. Connie brings your breakfast. Over the next half hour hour, you read, eat, and drink coffee, frequently filled up by Connie. Out of the corner of your eye, you watch Connie work. She's good, as well as gorgeous. She always has a smile and a friendly word, and her double-Ds don't hurt a bit.

You're doing the crossword puzzle when you hear a squeal. You look up and see Loretta hugging Connie. Your dirty mind starts replaying the scene from last night with Loretta eating out Connie's creamed pussy while you pound the blond from behind. They break and Loretta looks over at you with fire in her eyes. They chat for a bit, and then Loretta takes a seat on the far side of the diner. She eyes you with a look of wanton lust, but she covers that up quickly. The two of you keep glancing back and forth.

After about a half hour, a young girl of about eighteen, wearing grease-stained denim overalls, comes through the door. She looks around and sees Connie. Connie goes to her and she points over to you. Must be Val. She waves as she approaches. She has brown hair past her shoulders and the bib of the overalls restrains a big pair of tits. She has a white tank top under the overalls.

"Hi, I'm Val from the garage. My dad told me to tell you about your car." She smiles at you. "He has the right tire for you, but when the tire blew, the bearing on the wheel went out as well. He has to order the part, so it'll take until tomorrow to fix it." She seems very friendly. She has both hands in her pockets, which squeezes her tits between her arms.

Connie who fills your coffee cup says, "If you need a place to sleep, there's a motel a few blocks away. The Imperial." She licks her lips.

"I'll get a room at the motel, I think." Both Val and Connie smile when you say that. "Tell your dad that I'm at the motel. He can call the front desk tomorrow when he's finished," you continue.

"Okay, mister." Val winks at you as she turns to leave. Saucy little wench. You watch her swinging ass as she walks out.

Connie drops a spoon rather deliberately off the table and kneels to pick it up. While she's partially hidden, she says, "Maybe Loretta and I could stop in after my shift and ... entertain you while you're in town."

"I would love that. When do you get off?"

"3 o'clock." Connie stands up and writes up your ticket. "Thanks for stopping in, sir," she says cheerily.

You watch her sashaying ass. Then you put a twenty down for a $10 breakfast, and stand up and leave.