Best Served Cold
By
Stella Bristum
Copyright 2015 by Stella Bristum
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Sins of the Past
Sadie Ann Jennings had a great deal of time these days to reflect on her past. How she longed to return to her days as captain of the varsity cheerleaders, football team’s best girl (yes, one player was not enough to satisfy her appetite), homecoming and prom queen, and so forth. Sadie Ann ruled her world and the world of those at Jefferson High School. Who cared that she barely made it to graduation? Her senior math teacher, along with a couple others, was all too easily swayed by the favors Sadie Ann offered to get that C average. She was after all eighteen years old and an adult – that was how she convinced them that it was really okay. Sadie Ann relished in the power she held over each of them after their encounters. None of them were smart enough to realize they all were Sadie’s prey.
Sadie Ann still kept her long luscious curls dyed a honey blond to accent her blue eyes. She fought those dark roots like wildfire. Her natural nearly black hair color made her face look older and more tired. Toiling day in and day out at the smoke-filled diner along with the passing years were quickly becoming the enemy if she planned to snag a sugar daddy to take her away from this hellhole. Her sapphire blue eyes shone a bit duller if you had known her for a while, but otherwise, she could fool most any man between seven and seventy if need be. Each day before her shift here at the diner, Sadie Ann still went through the same aerobics workout she had done for as long as she could remember, even before she understood how powerful a narrow waist and heart-shaped ass really were.
To this day nearly five years after leaving high school, she was certain she would be able to have Mr. Johnson, her once biology teacher. He stopped by the diner at least three times a week for coffee and always near the end of her shift with his leaving her a ten dollar tip and an invitation for a ride home. Too bad he was married now, or Sadie Ann might take him up on his offers. Sadie Ann was tired of waiting tables and would much rather earn her keep warming his bed, but only being his wife would allow her to maintain that luxury. Sadie Ann might not have book smarts, but she understood her talents and how to make them work for her.
Sadie Ann had always turned down such offers to be the other woman. She didn’t want to appear as desperate as she was readily becoming. Sadie Ann decided just last week that she needed to get out of this nothing town. If only one of those offers were for a real relationship, she wouldn’t be wiping up tables and flirting with every half-decent looking trucker that walked through those diner doors. In reality, Sadie Ann wanted to be swept off her aching feet and leave her mama alone to run the family’s diner. She was tired of being tired at only twenty-two years old. Since college wasn’t an option for Sadie Ann, her mother depended on Sadie Ann at the diner. Sadie Ann’s waiting table meant more money for the cash strapped Jennings. She longed for the easy days before her daddy died …
Sadie Ann did not appreciate everyone’s attention though. In high school, and even still, not everyone understood their place. The black boys on the football team often tried to grab her ass or feel her tits and still did now when they stopped in for lunch or on the way home from the mill. Not that she didn’t appreciate the larger bulges at their crotch and wonder what it would be like to fuck at least one of them, but Sadie Ann was brought up right. Even after seeing Leroy Edens with his dick hanging nearly to his knees in the locker room after their senior homecoming game, Sadie Ann couldn’t bring herself to go against her upbringing. No black man would be getting what she was giving. But since that night so many years ago, she often found herself imagining his dick that was nearly a foot long soft like engorged with blood pulsing in anticipation of fucking her lily white ass.
Leroy was a conundrum for Sadie Ann since she had known him longer than anyone else outside her family. Leroy’s mama was the Jennings maid when Sadie Ann was really small so she and Leroy grew up side by side. They actually played together nearly every day until kindergarten. Sadie Ann understood the place in society for the help, but Leroy had no such understanding. She can still remember the day he came running up to her on the playground excited to see a familiar face at school. Sadie Ann pretended she didn’t know him and laughed with her friends as they left Leroy standing by the slide confused.
When Sadie Ann’s daddy died while she was in junior
