by Miss Merikan
She watched him walk over to his bike and ride off with a squeal of tires. Jolie shook her head before knocking on the kitchen window. “Could I have a turkey club?”
The cook looked at her from above the tomatoes he was chopping and nodded. “When’s your break?”
“Ten minutes?” she said absent-mindedly as the patron from the back of the room walked out the door. It seemed that his date hadn’t shown up after all.
Jolie took the money from his abandoned table, hoarding her tip, and checked all her tables before going to the staff room with her freshly made sandwich as soon as Martha, another server, was back from her break.
Jolie pulled her cell phone out of her locker and sat at the table, stuffing herself full of carbs to get through the rest of the day. There was nothing like a hearty six hundred calories mid-day.
At least St. Nick, if that was actually him, gave her a good reason to text Sam. It had been two days since he came round to her place, and he didn’t even contact her since.
‘Hey! Do you know why St. Nick hates me?’ she texted without a second thought.
‘You look better than his favorite slut? Why?’ came in answer.
She took another big bite of the sandwich. At least Sam answered right away. ‘He came in, looked at me, and walked out. Or maybe it wasn’t him? I don’t know anymore. What are you up to?’
‘We’re in LA. The old bastard was too lazy to go with us,’ he wrote, but then came another message, ‘What R U up to?’
Oh, so Sam was away … Maybe it was for the better? She had stuff to do anyway. ‘Stupid question. I’m at work. I’m always at work. It sucks. I’m gonna be here ‘til eleven tonight.’
‘Hope you wearing panties under your skirt this time, Candy’ wrote Sam.
She froze, looking across the staff room at Bert, who was quietly reading his newspaper.
‘OMG, I’d never do that at work, my uniform is too short for that.’ She swallowed the last piece of sandwich, and her mind drifted off to the hard muscle of Sam’s chest, how it moved under her touch, how hot it was. She was still feeling a bit dissatisfied that he gave up on the chase that evening. Then again, maybe the brownies did tire him out too much.
‘Even if I came to the diner? I’d drop cutlery so you could pick it up.’
She licked her lips and downed her coffee. ‘I suppose I’d have to pick it up. It would be my job, no matter how much I flash you with my lacy panties.’
‘Is that what you’re wearing underneath all those skirts?’
‘Yeah. I have pink tights and fuchsia panties today. I wish I could pick up that fork for you now … ’ She bit back a silly grin.
There was a longer break between messages this time, but Sam finally answered. ‘Needed some space to think about your panties. I’d pull you back and pull them off with my teeth.’
Jolie giggled to herself. ‘Right there? In the diner? OMG, so dirty!’
‘I’m a dirty guy, and I wanna taste your sweet, sweet pussy. Right there, in that diner.’
Bert looked up at Jolie from his paper. “What’s so funny, darling? Wanna share the joke?”
“Nah, it’s cheesy,” she dismissed him and got up. She needed to get out of here for some privacy. The toilet was out of the question, because there was only one, so someone would bother her every two minutes. Without a second thought, she left for the kitchen. She passed quietly to the food storage room, promptly heading for the dim back corner, already texting back. ‘You want fries with that, sir? The customer is always right. I’d have to get on the table and pull my tights and panties down for you.’ Her breath was hitching, her heartbeat picking up.
‘You’re wet already, aren’t you?’ wrote Sam.
‘I’m just doing my job,’ she wrote back with a quiet giggle and reached under her skirt to touch herself. Sam had been touching her so well at the beach that she’d have probably ended up flat on her back in no time if the others hadn’t shown up. She swallowed a moan when her fingers brushed against her clit, which already ached for attention.
‘Lay your cheek on the table and spread your ass with your hands. Wanna see you better.’
She sighed and pushed her tights and panties down to her thighs to imagine the feeling of being exposed to him like that. She texted him back with one hand, as the other went between her labia. ‘I’m all wet by now, but I’d do it for you. Can you see how my juices are dripping down my pussy lips?’
Sam’s response was prompt. ‘I’m gonna lick you so well you’re gonna be even wetter by the time I’m done.’
Jolie’s thighs trembled as she spread them a bit wider and reached down to tease the opening of her pussy, imagining it were Sam’s rough fingertips prodding her. ‘I’d moan so loud for you, Sam. I wouldn’t even care about people seeing me through the window. I’m holding my pussy lips open for you ... ’
‘Fuck, Candy. I’ll suck you until you come, and then I’ll open my pants and push my cock in deep, right there on the table.’
Jolie gasped and slipped two fingers inside her pussy. ‘I’m gonna be so hot and tight for you, Sam. You can slide your hands under my T-shirt and squeeze my titties when you drive that cock inside.’ She wasn’t even thinking of the consequences anymore, lost in a different world altogether. She pulled out her fingers and went straight for her clit, rubbing it like a maniac. Jolie could bet Sam was jerking off right now, and that thought made her stop for a second.
She hitched her T-shirt up and pulled down one of her bra cups, to expose the breast. She took a photo of herself pinching the nipple and sent it to Sam without a second thought.
There was another break in the texting, and when Jolie got the response, she was imagining Sam pounding into her from behind, his hips slapping against her ass with each thrust.
He wrote, ‘Just came in your tight, wet cunt, Candy. How does it feel?’
Her fingers were so slippery they kept sliding off the right spot on her clit, but she leaned against the shelf in front of her and stroked herself until it almost hurt. She came, biting back a moan, shivers going through her body. Her pussy was wet and throbbing, and she didn’t even want to think about going back to work just yet.
She licked her lips and wrote back to Sam. ‘Your cock is still hot and hard in me, but I can feel all the spunk dripping down my pussy and thighs. My boobs are aching with how well you gripped them …’
‘Babe, can’t wait to knock on your door,’ answered Sam.
She could barely catch her breath, but she was too satisfied to worry about what she’d done. ‘Pulling on my panties now, and I have to go back to work wet with your spunk in there. When are you back from LA?’
‘You’re killin’ me!’ came first, then, ‘Don’t know yet. The weekend?’
‘Be a good boy out there.’ She bit her thumb with a giggle, still unbothered about pulling up her panties.
‘When was I ever good?’ asked Sam, but Jolie’s break was already finished two minutes ago, and she couldn’t stay here any longer.
She started typing, but then the door opened, and a ray of light shone straight at her panties and tights, which were much lower than they were supposed to be. Jolie’s heart froze as she recognized the voluptuous haircut of her boss in the shadow standing in the doorway.
Jolie panicked and dropped her phone, more desperate to pull her pants up than keep it intact. Embarrassment flooded her at the thought that she surely flashed him in her haste. “I’m coming, Bert,” she uttered with her face on fire and her panties full of pussy juice.
He held the door open for her but didn’t move away, forcing Jolie to brush against him as she picked up the phone and rushed to flee to the safety of the main room. “That’s what it sounded like,” he said in a low, raspy voice, drilling her with his dark eyes. “You should not be doing this at work, you know. What got you so excited?”
“I—Um …” Please don’t fire me. “My boyfriend … I’m so sorry.” What was she supposed to say? A guy I met last week? Bert d
idn’t actually see her, did he?
Bert sighed, his eyes gliding over the front of her shirt. “Well, I hope you won’t do it again. I think I might just let it slip this time.”
Jolie followed his gaze and pushed her T-shirt into her skirt. This was a catastrophe. She wanted to bury her head in a heap of sandwiches from the shame of it. “It won’t happen again. I’ll tell him not to call me at work.” Yet her mind still drifted off to the imaginary spunk making its way down her legs. A squeeze to her shoulder made her pussy dry out immediately.
“Just a friendly piece of advice, darling,” said Bert, leaning down all too low for her liking. “You know what happens when girls send their naked pictures to men? Trust me, you don’t want to be that girl.”
Jolie hid her mouth with her hands. Did he see that? “He wouldn’t do that,” she muttered, feeling as cornered as the rat the cook had killed in the morning. Not to mention, she didn’t even think in the heat of the moment. Sam was probably already passing that photo to Red Jack. She was so stupid.
“All young men say that,” said Bert and nodded. “They’re not trustworthy.”
Jolie mentally rolled her eyes. This was probably an allusion to Bert being over forty, therefore completely trustworthy. She just nodded and muttered another ‘sorry’ before turning around, but that didn’t end the conversation.
“I can still see your pink panties, Jolie.”
She looked back in panic and noticed her skirt was hitched up for all the world to see. She pulled it down and skittered off as quickly as she could in her heels. This had to be the most embarrassing thing that happened to anyone ever, especially that the last thing she heard from Bert was to wash her hand thoroughly.
As soon as she was out of sight, she pulled out her phone and typed with her heart in her throat. ‘Don’t show that photo to anyone’, she texted Sam, and when he didn’t reply right away, it made her insides go all queasy.
She returned to her locker a few times, just to quickly check her phone, and every time she saw that there were no new messages, it made her feel smaller and smaller every time. To add insult to injury, one time there actually was a message, but once Jolie’s heart leapt at the prospect of at least getting her answer, it turned out to be a reminder from her network. She was late with the payment of her bill. Again.
Bert kept following her with his gaze throughout the day, but fortunately, he didn’t make any other stupid comments, at least none that weren’t part of his usual repertoire of sexist jokes. She was driving back to her apartment for another late evening of baking for someone’s party when her phone made a short sound.
She pulled over to the side of the road just to check it. And at least it was from Sam.
‘Nah, all mine, babes. Gonna take a close look at it tonight,’ was all he wrote.
Jolie exhaled in relief. She didn’t even need to answer. All tension left her body, and despite the horrifying incident with Bert, she could now go home and continue working in peace. Maybe even relax with one of the new sex toys sent in for testing. It was work after all.
Chapter 6
Jolie was speeding down the highway. Bert kept her at work for too long, and now she was stuck in the heat of July, trying to get a batch of cupcakes to a kid’s party in the suburbs. If she were late, the customer would surely tell all their friends, rate her on some fucking kids party website, and no one would want her stuff ever again.
It had been two weeks since Sam left for LA with the Nails, and despite them coming back a few days ago, Sam still only kept in touch over the phone. She wasn’t even sure where she stood with him, so she focused all her efforts on work. Bastian would stop by for another payment soon enough, and she couldn’t afford not having the money. Work also helped her take her mind off the fact that sometimes Sam wouldn’t answer for hours and hours on end. But then again, did that mean she was getting needy already? She had no right to. After all, Sam only wanted something casual. It was her fault for falling for an outlaw biker. Her crush on him was the definition of having bad taste in men.
When she noticed fumes gushing out of the front of her car, her heart stopped.
“Fuck my life,” Jolie whispered, completely out of her depth.
She was forced to stop at the side of the road, and with a low groan, she hit the steering wheel so hard the horn howled at full volume. What was she to do now? This was a disaster, but with the steering column hot, and the smoke coming from underneath the hood, she was afraid to drive any farther.
Jolie hated the first thought that popped into her mind. Call Sam. He offered to help her with the car even before this disaster, but after Jake, she didn’t want any more debt, so she ended up not taking him up on the offer. She didn’t want him to think that she’d just use his services like that. Didn’t she promise herself not to be a freeloader? But then again, how was she supposed to gain independence and grow her business if she’d fail to deliver an order that could lead to more business? Jolie kicked the side of the car with her red, glittery heel.
“Piece of shit,” she uttered and got her phone out in resignation.
Sam picked up the phone after just two rings, and she couldn’t help her heartbeat becoming quicker. His voice sounded even lower on the phone.
“Candy. Hadn’t heard from you in a while.”
Well, he didn’t call her, so how was he supposed to hear from her? And it looked like the ‘Candy’ nickname wasn’t going away. “I have a silly question. Are you very busy? I hate to call you like this when I need something, but I’m really stuck for options.”
Sam said something, but his voice drowned in the sound of a truck passing by, and Jolie had to ask him to repeat.
“Nah, not busy at all. What’s up?”
“My car broke down, I have an order to deliver, and if I stay here any longer, the icing’s gonna melt, and I won’t deliver the cupcakes on time. This is such a disaster. And I got this cute blue dress and sparkly shoes, ‘cause the kid is having a Wizard of Oz themed party, I wanted to make a good impression, and now I’m just getting all sweaty here in the sun, and all my work is gonna go for nothing because of this piece-of-shit car.” Jolie held back a sob and kicked the car again.
Sam exhaled in the receiver, but he agreed to come.
Jolie wasted twenty minutes sitting in the car after she managed to get it to the side of the road, but by the time she arrived to a spot that had enough space, the whole car was soaked in the smell of smoke.
When Jolie saw the tow truck in the distance on the empty road, her eyes watered and she had to fan them to calm down. She put her sunglasses back on, and walked out to the road, hoping her glistening shoes didn’t blind Sam. She felt like a ridiculous stereotype, calling a guy for help, but she couldn’t help it. She didn’t know shit about cars. She barely got her driver’s license.
Sam waved at her from the cab and stopped the truck in front of her car. She half-expected him to just come on his bike and drive her to the party, but it seemed he wanted to help her with the vehicle as well. And since she had cakes to take, it also made more sense.
When he stepped out of the cab, she was surprised at first by the grey coveralls he was wearing, but then she remembered that apart from being a badass biker, Sam actually had a job at the club-owned garage.
“How much time do we have?” he asked, taking off his shades. Looking into his eyes again made her heart flutter. They pierced her with so much intensity.
“None. I need to deliver the cakes there in half an hour.” Jolie took a deep breath and walked over to the car, unsure how to act around Sam now. Could she hug him? Should she? They only chatted on the phone and texted apart from those few times when they first met. And then he looked so ridiculously hot in those coveralls, she needed to hold on to her panties in case they chose to drop.
Sam exhaled and nodded toward the cab, acting all business. “Passenger seat, you’ll get all dirty with all that dust in the air.”
She hesitated for a moment, but the
n paced up to him and gave him a kiss on the cheek. “You’re saving my life.”
Sam smirked and gave her a pat on the ass. “Go on, Candy. We don’t have time for this now.”
She took a deep breath and made her way into the passenger seat of the tow truck. Now if this wouldn’t show her client her commitment, she didn’t know what would.
Even with Sam being more than efficient, they got to the party fifteen minutes past the time she was scheduled to arrive. The client frowned at the tow truck parking so close to her pretty little front yard, but she seemed relieved that she received the cupcakes more or less on time. There was a Katy Perry song playing behind the house, where Jolie could see colorful bunting hanging between the trees.
“Good that you had someone to rescue you. I wouldn’t be able to pick them up today,” said the customer with a tight smile as she handed Jolie the rest of the money they agreed on.
Jolie gave her a wide smile despite anger stirring in her gut. She was only slightly late. And that with all the effort put into coming here despite a broken car. “I always try to do my best to deliver. Thank you so much for taking a chance on me. I made a few more than you asked for, in case the kids got really hungry.”
“Oh, that’s very nice of you. They do look delicious,” said the customer, brightening up slightly. They shared a few more words, and Jolie was free to go.
Sam looked out the window and waved at her. “All right?”
Jolie rolled her eyes as she climbed into the seat. “Christ, there’s just no satisfying some people. But it’s all right. I’m not gonna give up because of a little setback.”
He frowned as they slowly moved back from the little cul de sac. “Yeah? What did she say?”
“You know, just general bullshit about lateness, as if she didn’t see my car was wrecked. It’s not like it’s a difference to the kids that they get their cake a few minutes later. Never mind.” She took a deep breath and put the money in her purse. “Most importantly, it’s sorted. Better tell me how LA was.” Jolie smiled, looking at his handsome profile, with the Roman nose and the short beard giving it even more of an angular shape.
