The Billionaire and the Waitress

by Constance Masters

  “No, me either.”

  “Do you really think he’s that gone on you?”

  “No, he just doesn’t like that I said no, or that I said yes to someone else.”

  “Yeah.”

  “You girls get out of there and do some work. You’re not supposed to be in there at the same time anyway,” Tom hollered.

  “Cool your bricks, Tommy,” Sophie yelled back. “It’s our slow time.”

  “You watch your mouth.”

  Sophie stuck her finger up at the almost shut door. “Coming, sir,” she said with a roll of her eyes.

  Chelsea chuckled into her cupped hand. Sophie really did make for some comic relief. The redhead admired her gumption. “I bet you wouldn’t do that if he could see you.”

  “Come on, he’s in a bad enough mood as it is. You start daring me and we’ll both get fired.”

  “This is true.”

  Not surprisingly the diner was empty when the girls left the bathroom. Chelsea set about making fresh coffee. She was doing her best to ignore Tom’s stern glare. His eyes seemed to follow her wherever she went.

  “What are you doing there?” Tom asked.

  “It’s nearly three-thirty. People will start trickling in soon. I’m making fresh coffee.” Tom had left his seat and was coming to inspect her work or to issue his next order from close up.

  “Well, make it snappy. These tables aren’t going to wipe themselves.” He smeared a hand across a perfectly clean table and wrinkled his nose in disgust.

  “Yes, Tom.” Chelsea picked up a cleaner spray and a cloth and went to wipe the tables and get away from him. Relief filled her when the door squeaked open and a bunch of school kids wandered in. Tom went sullenly back to his booth. It never occurred to him to actually help out.

  * * *

  Josh parked the car and walked toward the diner. The look of disdain that Tom gave him through the window didn’t go unnoticed, but he couldn’t have cared less. The only reason he wasn’t getting what he deserved was because Chelsea had actually assaulted him and not called the sheriff. He didn’t want to see her get in trouble with the law because Tom managed to twist the story in his favor.

  Josh sat down opposite Tom.

  The man looked up without his usual smile and Josh could see the apprehension flickering in his wide eyes.

  “Tom,” Josh said.

  “Is there something you want?” Tom asked.

  “Just a word.” Tom didn’t answer him, but he knew that he had his full attention. “Tom, Chelsea and I are seeing each other.”

  “Oh?”

  “Yes. I think though, you know that and that’s why you paid Chelsea a visit last night.”

  “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

  Josh shrugged. “I don’t really care what you have to say about it. Next time you think it might be a good idea to visit Chelsea after you’ve been drinking, or at any other time, think again. I won’t be far away.”

  “This is my store. You can’t just come in here making accusations or threats.”

  “It’s not a threat, it’s how it is.” Josh didn’t wait for Tom’s reaction. He took a seat at the counter and waited for Chelsea to come take his order.

  “Hi,” Chelsea said, smiling shyly, her eyes drifting over to where Tom now had his head buried in the paper.

  “Don’t worry about him, honey, we have an understanding.”

  * * *

  Chelsea had never been happier in her whole life. The last couple of weeks she and Josh had spent nearly every possible minute they could together. One night they went to the movies and another to the next town to dinner. They’d even had a picnic by the lake one afternoon.

  They hadn’t been back to the city though in that time. Josh had been pretty busy finishing up his charity work. He’d even set up a whole new playground area at the elementary school and in addition to painting the bleachers at the high school, he’d sent them some new gym equipment, all at his own expense. By the time she’d taken him to visit her parents, they’d heard so much about him that they were already over the moon about him. Not that buying things had meant much to her dad. He was more impressed about the hands-on work.

  Chelsea had been dreading this night. It was all over and this would be their last night together. Josh was going back to his own home and his own life the next day. Although he promised that this wasn’t the end, she couldn’t help but wonder. Even with a helicopter at the ready, how would they make this relationship work? And how would she ever be able to go back to life as she had once known it?

  “Stop over-thinking it,” Josh said, stopping behind her and wrapping her in his arms.

  “How can I not over-think it?” Well, how could she? She’d seen Josh at least twice a day in the diner, and she’d slept with him every night. Sometimes they’d actually just slept after talking long into the evening and some nights, most nights, he made love to her, taking her body and soul. She had found a level of intimacy with Josh that she had never known before and the spanking had been a big part of that. Her eyes drifted shut as a memory of one night in his hotel room drifted into her mind.

  * * *

  “What are you doing in there?”

  She’d been in the bathroom for longer than usual while she did a little personal maintenance. She’s only done one leg when Josh started rapping on the door.

  “Chels?”

  “I’m kinda busy.”

  “Really. Doing what?”

  His voice was playful and she found herself smiling. “Stuff.”

  “It’d be more fun to do stuff together, wouldn’t it?”

  “Josh! Not that kind of stuff.”

  The door opened and he walked in. A smile plastered across his face. “Oh, that kind of stuff. Sorry, my mind was running away with itself.”

  “Uh huh.”

  “Now that I’m here, I could help.”

  “No, Josh, that’s embarrassing.”

  “Of course it isn’t. In case you weren’t paying attention, I’ve had a pretty up close and personal look at all of you.”

  “Josh!”

  “Very pretty too.” He ignored her red face and sat on the edge of the tub. “Come on, let me help, please?”

  Chelsea allowed her boyfriend to tug her toward him, although she was still hesitant. “I’m nearly done, really.”

  “You and I are going to have to talk about lying.”

  “Can I get dressed first?”

  “No, you don’t need clothes for the kind of talk I have in mind.” He slapped her bottom.

  “Hey, busy here, remember? Holding a sharp object?”

  “Ok, let’s get you finished.”

  He took the razor from her hand and she let him. She watched calmly as he rinsed it under the running water of the shower and then set it beside him. He tilted the water away from them and soaped up his hands with the shaving cream. She shivered as she ran his hand up and down the leg she hadn’t done yet, and it wasn’t from the cold. “Are you sure you know what you’re doing?”

  “I shave every day,” he said, somewhat distractedly.

  He started at her ankle and glided the razor all the way up her leg with long strokes. She didn’t know what was more intimate; her foot settled on his jean-clad thigh, the shaving itself, or the way she was forced to stand. Her legs were parted and he was getting an eyeful from where he sat of her still unshaved lady parts.

  “Stand up and bend a little.”

  “Why?”

  “Just do as you’re told.” Again that hand clapped off her bottom, but he was smiling. “I need to get to the back.”

  “Oh.” She did as he asked and bent, giggling as he ran the razor over the ticklish place behind her knee.

  “I think we’re about done,” he said, turning her around. “With your legs.”

  “You want to shave down there?” His eyes were focused on her pussy and he hadn’t put down the razor.

  “Do you trust me?”

  “Of
course.”

  “Good.”

  With his hands on her bottom, he pulled her close and pressed his lips against her mound, causing her to suck in her breath, such were the strength of the electric tingles that shot through her, settling at her core. She took out a fresh razor and passed it to Josh. Embarrassing as it was, it was also extremely erotic. When he once again filled his hands with shaving cream, she closed her eyes. Her skin was warm and the shaving cream wasn’t, which was actually quite refreshing. This was a chore she usually got through fairly quickly. Not this time; Josh was taking his time and God, it was sweet. His fingers rubbed and massaged the tingly goodness into places that were never going to feel the sharp blade. By the time he picked up the razor, any lingering inhibitions were gone for good.

  He slid the razor across her skin delicately, holding her steady with the other hand. His touch was gentle.

  “Pop your leg over this side,” he said, patting the spot beside him.

  She did. For some reason being so exposed made her even more hot.

  “You like this, don’t you?” Josh said, running a finger through her slit.

  “Josh,” Chelsea whined. Her face flamed and she tried to pull her leg down, but Josh held it in place. “This is silly.”

  “Hey, you can’t go moving like that. I could cut you,” he said sternly.

  “Sorry, I don’t like talking about things. It’s embarrassing.”

  “More embarrassing than me doing this?”

  “Kind of.”

  “Ok,” he said, “but keep still. You wouldn’t get half your hair on your head done, would you?”

  “No, of course not. But then they don’t usually attempt to shave me bald.” Chelsea tried her best, but when her whole mound had been carefully shaved bare, he started on her lips. His feather-like touch as he probed and spread her legs to get to where he needed made her squirm toward his fingers. “Ouch!” she yelped when his hand clapped off her bottom.

  “Didn’t I tell you to keep still?”

  “I’m trying. It tickles.”

  “Lucky I’m almost finished.”

  With a couple more swipes, Josh declared her done. He aimed the hand-held showerhead at his handiwork and allowed the warm water to rinse away the suds. She couldn’t help but rock a little under the pulsing spray. Chelsea’s eyes closed briefly, but sprung open when the water turned cold. “Fuck.”

  “Sorry, baby, it’s better to finish with a cold rinse; closes the pores.”

  The water went off and Josh patted her dry, kissed her better, and spent some time rubbing soothing lotion everywhere, not just on the places he’d shaved. He flicked over her swollen clit and slid his fingers inside her. When he had her just at the brink, he scooped her into his arms and carried her into the bedroom. “Better take care of that tickle.” He chuckled. “And that potty mouth of yours.”

  “You’re just looking for a reason to spank me,” she giggled.

  “Am I?”

  “Yes. It would be difficult. I’m pretty perfect.”

  He let out a guffaw as he sat on the bed and tossed her naked form over his knee.

  * * *

  “I’m going to miss you.” Chelsea never would have believed that she’d become so close to a person so quickly, but she had. This man felt like a part of her and it felt like when he moved back to the city that he’d be taking her arm or her leg with him.

  “There’s a simple solution, you know.”

  Josh had suggested more than once that she could go with him and his offer had been very tempting. She couldn’t though. Close or not, they’d only been a couple for mere weeks. People would think she was the world’s biggest gold-digger if she were to follow Josh to the city. Maybe in a while, but it was still too soon. “My family is here, Josh, my life.” There was that too. Just because she didn’t want to live with her family, didn’t mean she didn’t want to see them at all. She loved them.

  “Honey, we can visit as often as you like, or you could fly here and visit by yourself.”

  “How about you just move your entire business here and live with me.”

  “You know I can’t do that.” He kissed the top of her head. “I’m sorry, Chels, I wish I could, but I’ve neglected things too long. I need to get to back to work.”

  “I know.”

  “You’re not afraid that Tom will try anything, are you?”

  “No, ever since that night he’s been fine. Maybe I taught him a lesson.”

  “Hmm, maybe.”

  “Or maybe someone had a word with him and told him to leave me alone?”

  “Well, it must have been someone who cared a lot about you.”

  “Or someone that’s a bit of a control freak.” She stuck out her tongue, darting away in a fit of giggles when he lunged for her. She loved their game of cat and mouse.

  “Control freak, you say?” he asked, hoisting her over his knee and bringing his hand down hard.

  “Ow,” she squealed.

  “You couldn’t possibly even have felt that through your thick jeans.”

  “I hate to tell you but jeans are not that thick anymore.”

  “Let’s cut out the middle man anyway,” Josh said, twisting his hand underneath her to undo the clasp and zipper.

  Chelsea lifted to help him, wanting to feel his hand on her bare skin. She wanted to still be able to feel that sting tomorrow after he’d gone.

  * * *

  Josh smiled when Chelsea lifted her body so he could undo her jeans. She wanted him to spank her. That was just one of the things he loved about her. He didn’t know how he got so lucky. This girl had become such an integral part of his life, he was going to miss not being able to look at her face every day. He pulled her jeans down to just below her bottom and smoothed his hand over her pretty pink panties. No thong today. These covered more of her bottom than some that she wore, but they were kind of sexy. Although there was only a small amount of pale cheek peeking out from below, the fabric was tight and slightly opaque, which left not much to the imagination. He ran his hand over the soft material, relishing the shape of her curvy globes. He brought his hand down with a firm spank right in the center of the pretty target.

  Chelsea wriggled. “Take them down.”

  “Be patient! I want to remember you in this position.” He continued to rub his hand over her bottom in circles.

  “You don’t want to remember me naked?”

  “My mind doesn’t just hold one snapshot.” He smacked the back of the panties a couple more times, making sure to clip the edges where her soft flesh was poking out from beneath its tight covering.

  Chelsea giggled.

  “What’s so funny?”

  “I’m imagining a photo album full of shots of my ass.”

  Josh smirked, but brought his hand down harder, moving around until he found the rhythm that suited. One that made her yelp with the sting and then squirm and grind herself against his leg. Words couldn’t explain the glorious feeling of Chelsea’s wet lips rubbing eagerly against him while her bottom bounced under his hand. She was all warmth and softness. “You really do have a pretty bottom.” He finally hooked his fingers in the band and lowered them to where her jeans lay wrinkled just under her bottom. If he was spanking her for real, he would have pulled them all the way to her knees so he had access to her creamy thighs. But this was for fun.

  That was a conversation they were still to have; about spanking for real. He’d known for a long time that this was what he needed, to spank a woman, his woman. Now he believed he’d met his soul mate. His mind wandered and the spanking slowed.

  “Ok, I know it’s not my place to complain here, but do you think you could pick up the pace a bit here?”

  Josh brought his hand down sharply on her now bare bottom, leaving a large pink handprint.

  “Ow!”

  “Before I go away we need to talk, about us.”

  “Really? Now?”

  “I think this is the perfect time.” By her cheeky mouth
, not a minute too soon.

  “You’re breaking up with me?”

  “Seriously, Chelsea? Does it look like I’m breaking up with you?”

  “Then what?”

  “I want you to understand what being in a relationship with me means.” She tried to sit up and he helped her, smoothing down the back of her mussed hair. “Chelsea, I know these days that it’s normal to have equality in a relationship and part of me thinks there’s merit in that.”

  “Okay.” She looked confused. “Only part of you?”

  “Hear me out.” He placed a stray curl behind her ear. “Honey, I want us to make this work, but you have to understand what that means. I do believe that we’re equal and I’m willing to share anything I have with you.”

  “Why am I sensing a ‘but’?”

  “Because there is one. You have to know that if you are in a relationship with me then I will spank you.”

  “Seriously?” She started to giggle. “You stopped spanking me, or tapping me like your grandmother, so you could tell me you want to spank me.”

  “I mean for real. Not this time, but in the future. I will always be in charge of my home, of our relationship.”

  “Are you saying you will punish me?”

  “If I think that a punishment is what’s needed.”

  “What kinds of crimes are we talking about here?”

  He looked at her wide eyes for a clue to how she was taking this, but he couldn’t tell. He had her attention, that was for sure. “The basic behaviors that are wrong; lying, swearing, smoking, dangerous behavior. Definitely attitude.”

  “So if I do any of those things, you want to spank me?”

  “Basically, we’ll talk about things and obviously for the everyday things I’ll warn you if I think you’re going off track, but serious infractions will definitely end with a very sore behind.”

  “But you already spank me, and I like it. I don’t understand how it would stop me doing any of those things.”

  “I wouldn’t be spanking you for either of our pleasure. It would hurt. Believe me, you’ll know the difference.”

  “I don’t know. It’s a lot to take in.”