You'll include her if she'll blow you

"I don't know," you say. "Let's be honest, while I find you attractive, I think the target audience would want a younger woman. No offense, of course."

"I'm not that old."

"I understand. Of course you feel that way. But realistically, we all know that both women and men prefer sexually appealing women.

"I can't believe--"

"It's not that I don't find you sexy, personally. But I'm pretty sure you're not up to the kind of exploits we'd need if we were to make the show a success. Let's get real... there are a zillion true-crime shows already streaming. We'd have to do something special and... well, I don't really think you have it in you."

"What are you talking about."

"Well, you're clearly a 'good girl.'" You make air-quotes with your fingers.

"So?"

"So, that's the point. The only thing people want to happen to good girls is corrupting them. And, well, you just don't look corruptible."

"Bullshit."

"Come on. You say you're an actor, right. But I'll bet you haven't been on one show where you've done more than maybe flash a nipple or something."

"Uh... I haven't done that."

"Fine. I appreciate the suggestion to do true crime because I think you're right, it's a huge opportunity. And, when I do find a girl ready to go full-slut, I'll send you a ticket to be in the live audience. How about that. Maybe, just maybe, I can add you to the credits... you know, with the Patreons."

"That's unfair."

"I know. It sucks, right. But if the stream is going to be a success--"

"I can be slutty."

You laugh. "Come on, goodie-two-shoes. Don't kid a kidder."

"Let me prove it."

"Fine. You want the role, prove to me that you can be slutty. Suck me off."

"Here? Now?"

"Ha. I was right. You are a goodie-two-shoes. You flash that little bit of cleavage around but that's it, isn't it? That's your limit."

"Fine. Just sit right there."

She starts to go under the table but you stop her. "Tits."

"Huh?"

"Let's see them."

She sighs. "Okay, whatever. What is it with guys and boobs?"

"Well, for one thing, if this show is going to be a success, we're going to have to show more cleavage. I want to see what we've got to work with."

"My tits are fine."

"Yeah, right. Prove it."

She looks mad but she unbuttons her uniform blouse and unhooks her bra.

"There. Satisfied?"

"Actually, they're better than I thought they would be."

Which happens to be true. She has a really nice pair of boobs for a woman of about forty. And her waist is pretty slim which is surprising considering that she spends her life surrounded by pancakes. If you worked here, you'd be the size of a hippo.

"Now," you say. "Under the table."

"You're going to put me on the stream, right?"

"That's up to you. Prove you're worth my time and the job is yours."

"I'm definitely worth your time."

She goes under the table. A few seconds later, her hands fumble for your zipper and she tugs out your dick.

You've always heard that MILFs are desirable because of their experience. If the waitress is any evidence, that old saying is dead on. Not that you're any sort of expert judge on blowjobs. She sucks your dick like it's an ice cream cone, using her tongue, her mouth, and her hands to stroke, caress, and generally give it a good time."

"When I cum," you say, "catch it on your tongue and bring it up and show me. I'll tell you what to do next."

You can't believe this is working. You feel kind of like a jerk for taking advantage of her like this but you're getting a blowjob. The only girl to suck you off before was Amber and she only did it once, telling you it tasted disgusting. You wonder how many other guys she's sucked off since.

Some day she'll be on her knees, sucking you off in a restaurant while you enjoy witty conversation with other girls. In the meantime, thinking about it... along with the waitress's activities, have you ready to go. Maybe you'll bring Amber here, let her do it while the waitress watches, and tell her how much better the waitress was.

You decide not to warn the waitress... and blast your load into her mouth.

She chokes, coughing, and comes up from under the table, but not before milking the rest of your cum out of your dick.

She's got slobber dribbling from her mouth, and tears running out of her eyes but she sticks out her tongue so you can see she's got a huge wad of semen on it.

"Okay, keep it open."

You reach a finger in, scoop up a dollop of your cum, and paint some on each of her nipples. "You may swallow the rest," you tell her.

"I told you I could be wild."

"You're right. I'm surprised. You're exactly who I'm looking for for my stream. Give me your contact info and--hey, what are you doing?"

"Putting myself back together."

"Leave those tits out until we're done talking. It's not like there's anyone else in this diner."

"Uh, okay. And thank you for making my dream come true."

"I'll be in touch," you promise. "In the meantime, you might do some research on good true-crime cases that haven't been overdone by other streams and podcasts."

"I can do that."

"Perfect. Now, how about you get me another cup of coffee and I'll keep working on the stream."

"Of course, sir."

Shit, you can't believe that worked.

Two minutes later, she heads back to your table with your coffee. She's fastened her uniform top but when she sees your disapproving gaze she unfastens herself before pouring.

"I don't suppose you produce milk out of those do you?"

"Uh, no. Uh, my name is Carol, by the way."

"Too bad." God, that would be hot. Maybe you can research how to get women lactating and have her serve your coffee with her personal milk.

"I'm looking forward to working with you, Carol," you say. "I'm Mike."

Shit, you're a sick puppy, aren't you. And you love it.