“Lavin, I reviewed your application earlier, and I agree that you do not have much training in the restaurant field, but I am willing to forgo that since I can train you thoroughly. I would like to offer you the position and hope you can start next week.” He was thinking with every word: I hope she can start one position—straddling me—and then move to another.
“David.” She cleared her throat when it was clear he wasn’t listening. “David, I would love to accept the offer.” She sensed he heard that loud and clear. His head nodded a response.
David was thrilled she was accepting the offer to work at Arden’s. His pleasing smile almost grew too large on his face. He was hoping Lavin worked out well in the restaurant and in time maybe his bed. Clearing his last thought, he composed himself. He would have plenty of time to get close to her this season and more if she worked out.
“Welcome, we will get you all the paperwork to fill out before you start and tell you about the uniform you will need to wear.” He wanted her to wear nothing; the blouse she wore today had him picturing her large breasts being held by a thin piece of fabric. He would have risen from his seat to thank her for coming in, but he had already developed a hard-on. She might think it odd that he didn’t walk her out, but she’d have to know he was a very busy man.
“Lavin, thank you; I will get you on the schedule to start next week. Have a great day.” His cock twitched. Confirming to him that one day he would start something more with this girl.
“Thank you again, David; I look forward to working here and learning so much.” She rose from her seat in front of him, adjusted her clothes slightly, and exited his office.
3
Present Day – Beginning of the Summer Season
In Constant View
Seated at the bar stool, it was the end of another busy night with packed reservations. Lifting her feet up from the floor, Lavin moaned. What she wouldn’t give for a full body massage. Better yet, one from Heath. That wasn’t going to happen. She’d watched him disappear earlier while there was plenty of silverware to hand shine. He and Rebekah vanished. Rebekah had just been hired a few weeks back, and Lavin assumed he was again having his dick polished.
With that thought, she licked her lips. “Can I have something fruity but strong?” Lavin asked Tyra, the bartender, for an after-hours drink, seeking something to satisfy her thirst and tap down her thoughts of Heath showering her with attention or experiencing a taste of one of his kisses. Lavin hoped the drink would soon wash those unrealistic thoughts from her head.
“How about a Secret Crush? It’s Tequila, orange liquor, lime juice, strawberries, and some Agave nectar for sweetness, but you already have an abundance of that.”
Lavin released an exhausted laugh but agreed to have the drink. Anything sounded good, and Tyra was very good with her drink suggestions. She and Tyra met summers ago; actually, they were assigned the same dorm room in error. They’d shared it for some time and become very close. At first, Lavin had wondered if Tyra liked girls. In the months that followed, she’d found Tyra was like her: seeking a man to love. Tyra would turn a man’s head eventually, one who would focus on her completely. That girl spun heads. She was smart and beautiful. Often, Lavin attempted to re-create the fashion sense she saw her friend display. Tyra kept her hair short and sassy. The deep brown color displayed her light blue eyes instantly. Lavin had watched Tyra serve up drinks for a few summers, and each year, she observed many captivated eyes focused on her friend, conversing at the bar while they enjoyed their drinks.
Tonight, she knew they would talk about men for hours, share more drinks, and then retire late in the night and fall into bed. Lavin and Tyra were close but not that close. Just simply great girlfriends. Lavin’s alternative for the night would be meeting up with David. Yes, David, her boss. And have sex with him. Allow herself to make him think he pleased her as she again faked an orgasm. Going through the act of sex with one man while constantly thinking of another man was making her crazy. More and more, she wanted to escape David’s touch. She remembered the beginning of her employment; David didn’t make advances toward her. He spent lots of time with her, but it seemed he’d genuinely wanted to instruct her on learning the aspects of a fine dining establishment. She’d succeeded in learning all about the restaurant from him.
Lavin could remember when Heath Harrison first began working at Arden’s, every head turned, hers included. She knew his father owned the place. She’d thought he would be a slacker, but he’d proved to be far more business-minded. He didn’t look her way in the beginning, and then David was coming on to her more and more, and finally, she’d submitted. She had tried after a long shift to make small talk with Heath, and he seemed to be listening. But then one of the staff joined their conversation, and Heath had excused himself to head to his room, and he never went alone. Lavin had hoped he would invite her; she’d wiped her nervous palms on her uniform. When he rose, her heart sank when his hand extended to Carly.
Carly was dumb; Lavin hated to state the obvious. She couldn’t carry on any conversation with Carly. Carly was all about trying to land one of the rich patrons of the restaurant. When she hadn’t succeeded last summer, she’d decided to try again this season. Lavin thought the girl had no substance. Just the other night Carly gave her notice; she was leaving. Rumor was she’d finally hooked up with a local with money, but he was married. But blindly, she would follow him.
Heath took Carly’s hand to wish her luck in her new endeavors. Carly took the opportunity to tell him it was a shame they’d never hooked up. Mere seconds after her words, Heath led her out of the restaurant. Lavin was defeated. Here a girl leaving the restaurant was getting the opportunity to be with Heath. Lavin was not leaving and had tried for quite some time to really open up to him. With Heath and Carly heading out, Lavin wished them a great night then drank whatever she could from the bar to ease her rising tears.
David joined her at the bar and matched her drinks one for one. They both laughed and had a pleasant time together. When Lavin stumbled after rising from her seat, David caught her. He told her he’d adored her for quite some time. “Lavin, I have grown to feel something more for you than boss and employee.”
“Hmmmm,” Lavin moaned. She felt flattered that she held his attention.
“I would love to pursue us further. What about you, Lavin?”
A pleased sound escaped her lips once more. She let him hold her. He stroked her face, and his lips touched hers. Her kisses matched his, and her body reacted gratified.
All the while, she imagined Heath showing her this attention. His eyes focusing on her. His fingers following her features and then she heard, “Let’s move this to some place private.”
That evening it was to the banquet room to the left of the wine cellar. David wanted to be deep inside Lavin. He didn’t want to chance her passing out by the time they made it back to her dorm room. He led her to the private room, which was designer decorated with pricey furnishings. “I want this time alone with you. I need this. You need this.” David approached the sofa, dropping the zipper of his pants and letting his pants fall freely to the floor.
Lavin lifted his fingers to her lips. She figured she could please him because he cared about her. Heath didn’t, and she should set her sights elsewhere. At least, this night she could; she hoped she could. Lavin let her clothes slip from her body, and then she landed naked on the nearest sofa.
He was eager to take her. He started to please her large breasts. His lips sucking and giving each excited nipple proper attention. He enjoyed the sexual moans that escaped Lavin softly and echoed within the room. David wanted sexual pleasure. From her breasts, he made his way to her parted legs. He wanted to enter her, but first, he wanted to have a taste.
He had longed for her over the last two summers. He had dreamed of her going down on him. First though, he was going to taste what he had wanted for so long. His lips traveled between her thighs. Her hand reached for his neck and guided him. When she
shook and her thighs tightened against his head, he was satisfied he’d made her cum. He would always satisfy her first. Rising, he quickly reached for his pants, pulling a condom pack from the front pocket.
As he watched Lavin bask in the afterglow of her orgasm, he rolled the condom over his dick, which was now ready to slide deep inside. He wished the condom wasn’t between them. He longed to feel her wetness coat him. “Take me, all of me,” she whispered with desire. He would do anything she asked. As he filled her with every inch of himself, he almost burst. He didn’t want to cum too quickly, but he thought he heard her voice call, “I need more.”
As he pounded into her, she cried out, “I want only you.” Her hands reached for his ass, tightening her fingers deep into his skin. David continued to pump in and out of her, thrusting harder. He couldn’t hold back a moment more. He tried to fight his release, but she felt incredible, and he came hard inside her. He felt her rise and fall with him. Her lips parted to catch a breath, and she released. “I knew it would be so good with you.”
He held her tightly, thrilled to have her with him. Then she turned and spoke as she gave in to all the drinks she’d consumed. “Heath.” David hoped he’d imagined the sound of that name. Maybe he was so thrilled he’d just conquered Lavin’s pussy, one that Heath had yet to have, that he himself was thinking about Heath. David held onto the thought that Lavin was his now. She had given herself to him.
When morning arrived, Lavin was hit with a throbbing hangover at first and then the painful reminder that she’d spent the most of the night with David. She knew if she turned him down going forward, her job would be in jeopardy. If she left the restaurant, she would have no money and never have the opportunity with Heath again.
In the weeks that followed having sex—and that was all it was for her with David—she maneuvered him to put her on the schedule when she requested, and almost every instance was when Heath was working. If Heath had a day off, Lavin would request off for her summer studies, even though she had none. It was an excuse she learned to use with David often. Her studies were more about how to get Heath to notice her. It wasn’t like he ignored her; he just didn’t see her. He was pleasant, but he always skirted past her and straight for any of the other girls who worked there. Lavin fed her loss by letting another fill her up.
Tyra placed the drink on the bar in front of her, but then came around the bar to sit with Lavin. Tyra started with rubbing the skin on Lavin’s shoulders and worked her fingers upward. Lavin let Tyra work the knots from her muscles. When her mini massage was completed, she smiled at Tyra.
Lavin was feeling good—from her tingling skin to her satisfying drink selection. Her thoughts were on him again, and Lavin frowned. Tyra noted the sudden change, apparently because of Heath, not liking her friend sulking over a man. She would attempt to keep her spirits up this evening. Lavin was intently watching Heath with his arm slung around Rebekah as they left the bar. From there, it was a stone path to the residences for the employees. Tonight, she would be the sole recipient of all his attention and more. They’d fucked in the wine cellar or someplace earlier already because they sure weren’t around doing any of the closing shift duties.
The drink was empty. Lavin hadn’t noticed she’d consumed it all. Guess she was preoccupied. Tyra jumped off the bar stool to make another for her. Lavin noticed Tyra had very sexy legs. She was an attractive girl and that brought her big money tips at the bar.
Tonight, maybe it was the drinks, but Lavin was looking from Tyra’s legs to her lips, and for some reason, she wanted to plant a kiss on her right then. With mostly everyone gone, Lavin rose and, to pass the time, decided to learn how to make the drink Tyra was preparing. Lavin knew how to make it, but let Tyra show her each step and measure of the alcohol. Lavin couldn’t resist licking her lips after her first sip of her second drink. “So, good. Tyra, you certainly know how to make a girl happy.”
“Yes, but I wish I could whip up a drink to make a guy happy. Happily, in love with me that is.” This drink was sweet but stronger, and before another swig…lips were on hers, and she kissed her back. Tyra’s lips were soft, her kisses warm and inviting. They parted and paused inches from one another. Tyra broke the after-kiss silence. “See, you like my drinks so much you had to thank me.” They both laughed.
The drink was sweet, just as her thoughts for Heath were. Just as her lips touched another’s again, there was a moment of wishful thinking that it was Heath exploring her mouth with his tongue and then traveling farther.
Lavin and Tyra broke their kiss, but lingered at each other’s lips. Heath had returned to the bar just to grab the room key he’d forgotten on the corner pub table. He’d been so eager to get to his room with Rebekah that his mind forgot a key was necessary to enter. He stood quietly and watched the interaction between Tyra and Lavin. Lips locked, but no apparent tongue. He forgot he still had his girl, Rebekah, for the evening, waiting on him just outside restaurant entrance.
He was not wondering if Tyra and Lavin would hook up. He was consumed in how her lips tasted. Lavin’s that is. He watched them kiss, and he longed to have Lavin’s lips capture his, just once. So as not to make their shared moment an embarrassing situation with his presence, he left without them noticing he had ever returned.
“Let’s go back…to my room,” Tyra whispered. Lavin leaned in and took a last quick peck of her friend’s lips.
“Oh, you want me?” Lavin said in jest.
“Girl, you would be the first to know if I decided to give up men. But for now, let’s enjoy the night. We can make our own fun. We have for a long time.”
“Yes, yes, take me. Please, take all of me.” Lavin was horny and wanted release but knew that wasn’t coming with Heath since he was already with Rebekah. Tonight, she would share company with Tyra and discuss and seek answers as to why they hadn’t been pursued.
She would not even think about reaching out to David to satisfy her needs. He wanted her to meet him when the evening ended. He was doing paperwork and had told her to come join him. She would much rather spend her time with Tyra and try to distance herself from him more with each passing day. Lavin didn’t go back to David’s office before leaving the restaurant; he was not getting any of her action this evening. Tonight, Tyra would hold her attention. Together, the girls would enjoy their night, wishing men would enter their lives. Lavin still held onto one day falling into Heath’s arms and having his lips touch hers instead of Tyra’s.
Entering the dorms, there were two corridors, and Lavin took the longer route to her room, knowing it would pass Heath’s room. Lavin walked slowly, acting a little drunk and leaning up against his door on the off chance it flew open or he came out and invited them in. Even if she had to share him with others, she would have the opportunity to have him. Tyra leaned up against Lavin. “Wrong room. Don’t stop here; keep going a few more doors.”
Lavin clutched the doorframe to steady herself and then to hold herself up as she heard Rebekah passionately cry out from the other side of the door. “Take me, Heath: take me!” She was the lucky one receiving his kisses and his cock tonight. Lavin wondered how it would be if she was on the other side of the door. Sadly, she was obsessing over him and quite clearly, she was not the girl on his mind.
Lavin stepped away from his doorframe, grabbed Tyra close, and said, “Take me to bed…now!” Her words sounded sincere until her smile and laughter revealed it was in jest. Lavin knew she wanted to be on the other side of Heath’s door. As Tyra pulled her down the hallway, they both looked at one another playfully. Lavin wondered how she and Tyra were so alone. Yes, they were together for the moment and probably throughout the night, but when the morning came, they would both still just be close friends supporting one another through the emptiness of not having a man to share their love.
Entering her room, Lavin and Tyra would spend the night together. After stripping down to their undies and climbing into bed together, they remained close in heart as sisters, nothing phy
sical. Tyra had been by Lavin’s side for the past few summers. They had both laughed and cried and often exchanged many playful kisses, but always just a friendship with continuous girlfriend bonding. “Lavin, I don’t get it. Why the hell are you and I without a steady guy?” Tyra had to put that out there. “David? What’s up with that? I know you see nothing in him.”
“He’s—” Lavin paused. It was about time for her to ’fess up to her friend or never say a word to anyone.
“I need him,” Lavin stated and looked away from Tyra’s judging eyes.
“What the hell do you need him for? I’m certain it isn’t to get you off.”
“Actually, I need him to get me on.”
“What?”
“I stay near him and take care of him, and in exchange, I get on all the shifts I want. And I want them all with Heath.”
“I guess you suddenly can’t stop now, or David will have you washing dishes forever.”
“Yes, and you know I hate washing dishes. I’ve always kept my dorm room stocked with fine china, actually dollar store paper plates.”
Falling into laughter and rolling closer to one another on the bed, they shared a moment. Tyra brushed the hair that hid Lavin’s beautiful eyes. She leaned over and kissed her, but this time on her shoulder. Lavin took Tyra’s hand. “I’m so glad to have a friend like you to hold onto.” Lavin smiled with sincerity and continued. “Having never had a sister, I suppose this is the next best thing.”
“Lavin, I agree; you get me and I get you, but we need to get you away from David.”
Both laughed loudly. They were certainly in agreement. Although a room up the hallway had moans of sexual release, this room was much louder as they continued to talk about happenings on their shifts and each story made them roar louder.
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