Customer's Choice

"Uh," you eventually braved, watching the two's blinking eyes as you realized just how tender the waters you were about to wade in were. "Gabrielle. I just wanted to know if I could have something... extra with my meal."

"Sure," smiled the sturdy vixen. "Shoot."

In anticipation, you barely noticed as the liquefying ice in your glass clinked together; the swing of the opening door.

"Yeah, okay." Finally, your throat throttled the words out like a deflating canister.

Best just to be up-front with it.

Get straight to the point.

Yeah.

You cleared your esophagus. "How does a blowjob sound?"

Someone's 'have a nice day' slunk through the background, as well as each ear.

Gabrielle's hands flitted to her pockets. You looked to Cara, massage paused. The next second, you realized she was looking back at you.

Taking out her pad again, Gabrielle chimed up as you looked away.

"Ah, well," she laughed. "You know, I was just thinking of warming my mouth up after how stiff it's been this morning." The wind was nearly knocked out of your respiratory system. The woman only looked at you expectantly. "Oh, would you mind if I... you know... right now?"

Outside, in a calm exhalation, "I. Sure."

Gabrielle broke into a pleasant smile, one you're sure struck many a patron's soul in the past, as she knelt down beside you, tucking her pad away. Apparently she needed only a second to jot something down. "Great. Consider this your tip, mister," she quipped. But something told you she was not kidding.

"Do you --" Cara suddenly leaned forward, addressing the young woman below. "Do you want John to turn his body out? That would be easier."

The waitress assured the undergrad it was fine as she fiddled for your penis. Finally, she pulled it out of your unzipped jeans. "Whoop! There he is," she coos as if discussing your non-existent toddler. After giving it a quick stroke, she chomped down, lip-first.

Clenching a fist, you exhale surreptitiously. "Oh yeah. Yeah, that's it." Gabrielle's touch sent a thrill down your spine as she gladly ingested your cock in sync to your pulsating twitches. How kind of her.

"Gabrielle!"

Suddenly waddling over was another pretty brunette waitress, who was a little on the thicker side... in the best of curvy ways.

"Gabrielle, you're on table 7!"

You barely heard yourself as you looked her toe to scalp and said, "Hi."

She settled her sights on you. "Hello," she gestured, transitioning to professional mode, "how's Gabrielle's blowjob so far?"

"It's good," you coughed, Gab's tongue conducting swirly-twirly's at just the right moment while you shot the breeze with a pretty woman in the middle of a blowjob her very co-worker was giving you in front of her. This power. This freedom.

"Hey," fueled by the painstakingly sexy and unreal scenario around you, you ventured, "do you think you could show me your boobs?"

The waitress seemed taken by an overdue release. Suddenly, after a few stray blinks, she slapped her waist. "Show you?" she huffed, amused. "Are you kidding? This top is so tight I was considering stripping out of it for the rest of my shift!" Having leaned forward for a mild whisper, she lifted her head back up. "I'd be happy for any excuse to let the sisters breathe, if just for a minute," she looked down and began undoing her buttons. When she got to the third, she tugged both flaps to the side. Doing this revealed the lacy brassiere underneath, casing two wonderful looking siblings indeed. She drew them far enough to reveal the fullness of both breasts, which she freed from her bra with a single slide up and over her nipples. "Ugh, so much better," circling her head back to soak it in, she opened one eye to look at you.

"Oh yeah," you gulped, "that's good."

The waitress seemed to let slip a minor smirk. With one brow raised, you turned your gaze up to see her watching you, and cleared your throat.

"Er, yeah, thanks! That would be all."

Wistfully you lay witness to her re-buttoned top, and the woman, whose hair was done in an intricate updo that added a touch of class to her curves that you always liked to see. "Well, thank you for asking, sir," she returned to the necessary decorum, flattening her clothes against her palm. "It was a lucky thing you were here, wasn't it?"

You echoed those sentiments alongside a weak laugh. Partially from knowing how little else to react. The other part? Down under, Gabrielle was pushing you to a gooey warm climax.

"Crap!" Gripping the table, your pelvis thrust against Gabrielle's face. Snaking through the tunnel of your dick was an inexplicable, inevitable stream of coital fluids. Seconds later, your seed shot down the waitress's mouth.

She took it all in.

"Oof," a lean burp exited her, her face scrunching as she cleared her throat, a hand to her lips. "Excuse me."