The black girl with the fake smile

You lock eyes with the first waitress you had noticed when you walked in, though its clear her expression isn't faked this time. Confidently you stride over to where she is standing like a deer caught in the headlights, honey brown eyes wide with shock and lust. "So, did you enjoy the show?" you ask, pinning her up against the wall with your left arm, leaning over her dominantly. She just freezes there, looking up at you, shaking a bit, smirking, you cram your hand down her pants, past her panties and up against her soaked snatch. "Sure feels like you did." you slide a finger into her vice-like cunny. "So, are you into ****-play, or has it just been that long since you had a good pounding?"

Biting her lip and rolling her hips into your hand, biting her lip a bit, she mumbles out "I... I have a fetish."

Grinning even wider at your luck, you press "Was it the ****, or me just taking her like I owned her out in public?" forcing a second finger into her now nearly dripping cunt.

"Both..." she trails off.

"Lets get down to business then slut." you order.

"My names Deserei" she supplies as you pull your hand out of her pants, sliding your slick fingers into her mouth to silence her. For a few seconds she just stands there "Suck bitch." you snarl as you consider your options and she starts sucking her juices off your fingers.