We sat down at the bar, and Jimmy ordered us two beers. A couple had gotten up to dance, and we watched them as we sipped our beer. By this time, I was feeling quite mellow. All the rough edges of my world had been smoothed out, leaving me kind of warm and fuzzy.
“Wanna dance, Kayla?” Jimmy asked.
“Sure,” I said, melting into his strong, muscled arms.
We began to move slowly in place, his arms draped around the small of my back and my head resting on the pillow of his broad shoulder. I drank in his scent, which seemed to intoxicate me more, causing my heart to dance with excitement. I stroked the muscles of his hard back as he nuzzled my neck and French-kissed my ear. That alone drove me crazy, and I felt heat begin to rise from deep inside me to match my skittering pulse. Feeling the heat of his body through the thin fabric of my blouse caused my breasts to tingle. Gradually, his hands dropped to my backside, and I felt him gently squeeze my buttocks as he pulled me closer to him. His manhood felt hard pressed against my thigh, sending a new delightful shiver of wanting right through me.
I lifted the front of my short denim skirt and repositioned myself so that I could rub myself against him. His choppy breathing grew loud, matching my own. We ground ourselves into one another on the dance floor until I was certain I’d drenched the front of his jeans. If we continued our little dance any longer, he would have taken me on the pool table in the back. We had to get out of there fast.
The closest motel was a mile or so away, but we never made it that far. Jimmy had parked his Jeep in the back of the parking lot. We tongue-kissed and fondled our way out of the bar to the passenger door. Pressing me against the car, he lifted my short skirt and ripped my panties off. He unzipped his jeans and freed his bulging cock. I rubbed the swollen head as he thrust his tongue deep into my mouth. Then, holding my rear in his large hands, he lifted me onto his erection and began to move like a well-oiled jackhammer. I could almost relive the pleasure now as I sat recalling each tantalizing thrust.
I’d run my restless hands up and down his back and through his hair. Our kisses were deep and long. He reached under my blouse and found a breast. As he kneaded my nipple, new tingles of pleasure shot through me. I felt as if I were being consumed by fire. Finally, I surrendered to an awesome, shuddering ecstasy. Jimmy gave one last, deep thrust and came, as well. We heard voices, and he quickly withdrew. I felt his hot cum slowly drip down my inner thigh…
The braking of the bus brought me out of my daydream and back to reality. A week later, I’d caught Jimmy doing my own mother—the ultimate betrayal—and that was that. I looked around me. The bus was crowded with people of all ages. Some were like me, probably going to Vegas hoping to start a new life. Others had dreams of winning it big. The two women sitting across from me were old enough to be grandmothers. They chattered away incessantly like excited children about which hotels they’d go to first and what slots they’d play.
When I got to Vegas, the very first thing I did was buy a newspaper from the machine by the depot to check out the want ads. I circled all the possibilities and called each prospect. The first few were already filled, but the one for a waitress at a pancake house was still open. Heck, I had been a waitress back in Arizona for a while. How hard could it be to serve pancakes?
As I walked into the restaurant, I began to have second thoughts. The place looked like a dive. Who came to eat here, I wondered, bums? How could I make any tips? Then I saw that the place was filled with men of various ages, in all sorts of attire, which made no sense whatsoever. I asked the cashier, a young girl with a diamond stud in one nostril and a safety pin in her right eyebrow, where the manager was hanging out. Five minutes later, a short, mustached man with two chins, an ample belly and slicked-back hair was ushering me to his office, which reeked of stale cigarette smoke.
“When can you start?” he asked, lighting up and blowing a perfect circle of smoke into the air above him.
“Anytime, but don’t you want to interview me? I have experience, you know.”
“That’s certainly a plus, doll, but that’s not the important requirement you need to work here.”
“Well, what is?”
“How those babies of yours look.”
“Huh?”
“How you look topless.”
“Wha-at?”
“Didn’t you notice the other waitresses?”
“No. I didn’t see any.”
The thought of working half-naked didn’t exactly thrill me.
“So are you going to show me those puppies or not?” he asked eagerly.
A shouting match ensued in my head between the little voice of caution and the bigger one that championed reality. I needed the job and was worried that finding another might not be easy, so I slowly opened my blouse. I could hear his breathing from where I stood and watched his small, pink tongue lewdly lick his top lip.
“Come on,” he panted, “I ain’t got all day.”
I didn’t relish the fact that, as I opened my bra and freed my breasts, he was practically drooling. You’d think he’d be used to it by now.
“Beautiful knockers,” he said, making me feel more like an object than a woman. I was more than ready to slap him had he touched me. Lucky for
