The Inexpensive Holiday by Karen Blayne

Oh by the way red tape first.

Copyrighted Karen Blayne 2002.    All copies must be of the complete document.   

Be warned these short stories contain mature content or naughty bits and as such may corrupt you if you’re under 12, 16, 18, 21 or 25 depending where you live thus if they are not suitable for you put them back on the shelf and let them age for a year or two.

They were sort of scribbled for fun. They were first posted on asstr.org. If you’ve paid money for this book just be aware the author has not received any payment. In fact no one has permission to charge money for this book and copyright is retained by the author.  Asstr.org accepts donations if you’re feeling rich or even if you’re not.

Luv Karen

I know, I know I really should sit down and write another story but I've been so busy lately, but I'll let you read Anne's e-mail of last week whilst you are waiting and I'm writing.

Hi Karen,

First things first, I absolutely NEED you here May 17th so book it in now.

Anyway the catch up stuff.  After we finished celebrating the results you know I couldn't think what to do.  Teaching? Government?  Large corporation?  Small startup?  Anyway I talked to Tiffany and she suggested working temp for a while and get a taste of what different organizations were like without committing myself.  I worried a bit about my C.V.  I mean I didn't want to have Maths first class honors on it for temp work but Tiffany said not to worry, took out practically everything except my name and address, did my makeup, took a electronic photo and put it on the front, of me looking none me.  I was briefed to say my C.V. wasn't quite up to date.  Then she went through my wardrobe, and sorted out my interview clothes.  Nothing came up to her standards so finally she lent me one of her mid thigh miniskirts.  Well you can image what it looked like since she's a good eight inches shorter than I am.

Needless to say it all worked like a charm.  When they interviewed me they only glanced at my C.V. once, then I parted my legs just a tiny bit and gave them a flash.  I was wearing a pair of spangled black and white checkered panties with it.  Tiff thought I ought to go the whole hog and dye my hair blonde but I didn't feel comfortable with that idea.

You know how I like to save money well when I went for the interview I saw a Sally Army store on the bus route.  So afterwards I popped in.  I had a good dig and dug out some really cool faded jeans my size and a second hand electric sewing machine.  Twenty-three stitches and six embroidery patterns built it.  So now I have a collection of flowers and teddy bears embroidered on my new jeans.  Visions of beautifully tailored gowns swept through my mind, perhaps a simple long evening gown that didn't show my ankles? Needless to say it’s harder than it looks.  I just can't do a seam to save my life.  Either one side rumpled up or the other one did.  In the end I found a really simple pattern and made it up.  Two separate pieces, one front and one back, tied together with ribbons, two over my shoulders and two at the sides to keep it together at the waist.  I figured out how to hem so the sewing was simple, I found two pieces of ivory cream fine silk that I picked up from the remnant bin.  I machine embroidered two blue flowers on the front for decoration.  I was so proud of myself, Dior standard maybe not but it covered the essentials and would be nice and cool in summer.  I mean I could always throw a dressing gown over the top to be respectable couldn't I?

Two days later I got a call could I cover reception in the morning starting at 8 am? I got up early and started my first day at the YYZ Corporation.

The first three days day I worked reception.  After that the normal receptionist came back from being off sick so I joined the general office staff.  I was quite shocked at the way some middle aged managers seemed to consider me fair game.  Making suggestions that if only I'd be nice to them they would see I got a permanent job or even a promotion to be their personal assistant, but what really shocked me was the way the other girls in the office had their territories marked out.  In the powder room was a beginner’s guide to whom had actually delivered jobs and who was all talk.  Each guy was on a list, whether they were married or not, salary level, hiring authority and reviews by other office staff who had been out with them.  Alan, 28, single asexual; Bill, 31, single, possible, but his salary wasn't too good; Charlie, 58, married had come through for three office staff getting them higher paid posts; Cliff, 38, divorced three times, the perennial salesman: Dave 27, good at fixing things but had two children he adored.  Donald 43, married, was down as able to fix jobs but currently having an affair with his personal assistant so don't bother for the moment.  Harry, 34, single, heavy drinker, just my height though but I didn't think I was up to reforming him: Maurice, 35, Gay.  It seemed ability to do work was only one criteria for getting on at the YYZ Corporation.

Tiffany thought I should stick it out a bit.  So I did but started wearing no makeup and loose trousers, I just didn't feel like competing.  Gloria and Jennifer were doing enough of that; they had a competition to see who could sleep with the most men.  The girl who did the Avon catalog had put up a prize of $10 worth of Avon to whoever gained the most points.  The office just seemed totally preoccupied with sex.  The list had points besides the names based on difficulty.  Cliff 1 point, Harry 20 points sober, 3 points drunk, Oh Alan and Maurice were 500 points each.  I saw them in action one day.  Gloria was wearing a full-length wrap-over skirt when she drifted up to Alan.  She sort of moved her legs in what appeared to be a very practiced move that gave him an eyeful of real silk stocking and garter belt.  “Alan I think my legs are my best feature, what do you think?” “I think you should look after them then and not try to cripple yourself in high heels.” I could barely keep a straight face, in fact when Gloria flounced off Alan looked at me sternly, I couldn't help it then I just broke into the giggles, I thought he was rather sweet.  I tagged along after Gloria and came upon her and Maurice at the water fountain.  “My god thank heavens you've arrived.” I looked puzzled towards Maurice.  “I was just looking for someone to tell Gloria politely that the skirt she's wearing has come apart at the seams.  I mean I didn't want to mention it myself you know she must have put on weight for it to burst like that.” I glanced at Gloria.  From her expression I had an idea Maurice's life expectancy was not long.  I carried him off asking him how to fill in a form 1923a.  After a week or two I was transferred to a female supervisor who appreciated it when I made myself tea or coffee I would make her one as well.  In quieter moments she explained a bit about the office politics with a small p.  How to get a request passed through by waiting until the manager concerned was distracted then putting it in for signature.  She explained about the formal lines of communication and the informal.  The informal seemed to work much better than the formal, I made a few small purchases from the office Avon catalog just to link into parts of the informal network Oh and I got talked into signing up for the ladder, well as Sandra said who ran the Avon catalog you never knew what would happen next.  My new supervisor seemed to pick up that I was a bit brighter than the average temp.  I think it was when I did the regression analysis she was working on in about 20 minutes after she had been working on it all morning that I really let it slip.  After that I was given the job of sorting out the expense reports.  Hey I did pretty good at that.  I was soon working out routes to get people from point A to points B and C.  I noticed there was still funds in the travel budget.  Well I'd managed to save a few dollars on the airfares and things by asking people if they wouldn't mind staying Saturday night.  Then I had to figure out how to use them.

I've always really fancied going over to the West Coast, you know San Francisco I think the pictures of the cable cars attracted me and the idea of having a peek at the pacific ocean, but how to get there? I knew the company wouldn't pay a temp to go, besides if they did I'd have to work.  No what I needed was someone who would let me share their hotel room, well they all have two double beds these days don't they? Someone who I could sort of ignore whilst I went and explored San Francisco, looked at the Golden Gate bridge and stuff.  If they flew I'd never get there, but if I hired a car and drove them that might work plus I'd have the car in San Francisco.  Who? I had noticed in the files that Alan had submitted a request to go to the ICCUG conference last year, which had been refused, but this year's just happened to be in San Francisco and coming up shortly.  He seemed harmless enough, always very polite to me.  Maybe I could sign Alan up for a conference there.  I filled up all the paper work and just PPed Alan's signature on the forms.  Put it in half way down the office manager's signing pile on a Friday afternoon when I knew he had a golf match on and was dashing to get off.  Alan's trip was approved.

Next day I picked up the internal mail and walked round the office delivering it personally.  I walked into Alan's cubicle and dropped four circulars on his desk and slipped his approval for the ICCUG conference on top.  “Looks like your conference has been approved.  West coast as well, not bad to have to go there all expenses paid.” He looked up.  “Conference, there must be some mistake Miss Taylor, you've probably got me confused with someone else.” I picked up the approval letter.  “Well let's see it says Alan Gregson's ICCUG conference in San Francisco has been approved.  If you don't want to go I suppose I could always cancel it.” “Pass it over.  Well it seems OK.  Mind you someone signed the original in my place.” “Well would you like to go?” “Well yes, I've been trying to get there for the last four years; they usually have some very interesting presentations.  It's always been turned down before so I didn't bother making an application this year.” “So I'll do your travel arrangements.  Hilton Hotel, San Francisco can't be bad.  Any preferences, smoking or non-smoking room? Aisle seat or window on the plane?” “Anything as long as it’s quiet, non smoking, and aisle seat please, no special food required, and thank you.” “Why?” “I suspect you had something to do with it.” “Who me?  Would I do a thing like that? Bye.” I waved as I left him and walked onto the next cubicle passing out more office mail.

Three weeks later I was all packed and set ready for my vacation.  I planned to drive Alan there overnight that way I could take my portable kitchen case.  Well food is not cheap in expensive hotels.  I hadn't quite worked out how to get Alan there without him noticing but then I had a thought.  Great Aunt Samantha, well she lives in the country actually on the way to San Francisco I hadn't managed to get to see her for ages but with the car it would be perfect.  She enjoys cooking and always feeds us far too much.  A little wine inside Alan and a heavy meal with luck he should fall fast asleep in no time then an overnight drive to San Francisco.  All I needed was a luxury rented car and the heating turned up a bit.

Friday rolled up all too quickly.  I'd phoned Great Aunt Sam and she was delighted to feed us.  I'd briefed Alan I'd pickup him at the office and get him to the airport on time.  I picked up the rental car at 2 pm.  picked up my bags and threw them in the trunk then picked up Alan at the office.  What could possibly go wrong?  We drove across to Alan's home.  He'd purchased a single a couple of years ago and invited me in.  It was the sort of home that could really be a home; it just needed the furniture moving around just a bit.  My fingers itched.  I made coffee in the kitchen whilst he rummaged and packed a bag.  Thank God we weren't really going to the airport we'd never have made the flight with all the new security delays.  Eventually we started off.  I told him that the airline had said there were some flight delays, so I thought he wouldn't mind tagging along to my Great Aunt Sam's for tea.  I called Great Aunt Sam on the mobile about ten minutes before we got there so she was prepared for us.

She lives a classic North American wooden house miles from anywhere.  I keep saying it would be more convenient if she moved to the city but she says she likes the neighbours and the countryside better.  Once I mentioned I didn't see any neighbours and got the answer “Precisely.” We were welcomed with open arms and hugs for me and “So this is your young man?” “No he's just a coworker but I hired the car to drop him off at the airport and there's been some flight delays so I thought you wouldn't mind if he tagged along.” “Whatever you say my dear, now come in and sit yourselves down.  Alan is it? You take the comfortable chair by the fireplace.” She turned back to the sideboard “Will you join me in a sherry Alan dear? I have sweet which would you prefer sweet or dry?” “Dry please.  But you mustn't make a such a fuss over me.” “Nonsense, the first time I've seen my great niece with a young man, I'd given up all hope you know now I have hopes once again.  I'm delighted to meet you.  Now if you'll just excuse me I'll just see how tea is cooking.” She disappeared into the kitchen.  I mouthed “I'm sorry” across to Alan but he didn't seem to mind.  “It's very good sherry” He mouthed back.

Just then my great Aunt came back into the room carrying a tray laden with a soup tureen.  Alan and myself took our seats at table and Great Aunt served.  We started with one of Great Aunt's hearty soups; practically anyone else would call it a stew.  Alan and Great Aunt had a glass of a German wine out of a tall brown bottle.  I was good and didn't drink; well I'd already raided Uncle Henry's wine cellar with one of those carry-on bags with wheels for my vacation.  Next came grilled trout with a slice of lemon on top.  Alan protested when given another bottle of wine to open, but Great Aunt overrode him saying “I enjoy drinking my way through Uncle Henry's wine cellar but it never seems worthwhile opening up a bottle for just one person.  Since you aren't driving you could just help make an old lady very happy by eating what's put in front of you and drinking a little wine.” She turned her head in my direction “It's nice to see someone who appreciates good food, unlike some, who only eat enough to feed a sparrow.” I looked daggers at her.  Alan however continued to stuff himself like there was no food tomorrow.  “I don't know how she can resist.” He said “Real home cooking, well better than home cooking all I ever got at home was a note on the fridge telling which cardboard box to pull out of the freezer and put in the microwave.  I always said I'd try to teach myself but my first attempt at egg and chips had rock solid eggs ready 10 minutes before I put the chips in the pan.  Perhaps I should have allowed them to thaw first?” He continued naively.  I simply rolled my eyes.  “Still you don't live at home now do you?” Probed my great Aunt.  “No I've brought myself a single in suburbia as an investment.  One of my Uncle's died and left me a tidy sum.” I could see my Aunt's eyes open up at this.  A moral dilemma do I interrupt and stop Alan being interrogated and sit quietly and get the goods that no one else has got on Alan.  OK so I'm immoral sometimes, I can live with that. 

She was amazing or maybe all you have to do is fill a man's tummy with good food and a few glasses of wine to relax him then start them off on their favorite subject, themselves.  In short order she had his life history, his family's life history, net worth, expectations, marital status, the works.  The meal continued with a roast which Alan was prevailed upon to carve at table, a different wine with that this time a French claret that Alan seemed to like, I was good and remained sober.  For dessert she served up apple pie and ice cream.  “What do you think of the apple pie?” She enquired after serving Alan from yet another bottle of white wine.  “No I'm quite alright with this red one, thank you” Alan tried to refuse yet another glass.  “Nonsense my late husband had definite ideas about what sort of wine went with desert and I think we should keep up the tradition in his memory.  Now I think this one is bit sweeter to go with desert.” Alan acquiesced.  “Anne made a batch of apple pies for me and the ice cream when she came to stay with me last summer for a few days.  I've never been very good at pastry but Anne for all her B.A. in Maths can turn her hand in the kitchen.” Uhoh the cat was out of the bag, Alan turned to me, “I wasn't aware you had a degree in Maths.” “Oh I must have forgotten to mention it.  Have some more apple pie.” “What sort of degree is it?” “Oh just the normal Master of Science in Mathematics with a specialization in statistics.” I waved my hand airily, “Coffee anyone?” “Oh did I get it wrong saying you had an B.A? But what you have is as good isn't it?” My Aunt asked.  I blushed but Alan stepped in.  “A little better I think.  I would rather like a cup of coffee if it’s not too much trouble.” I escaped to the kitchen and saw a chocolate cake on the side so I brought that back with the coffee.  I was trying not to eat too much but even I succumbed to a slice of chocolate cake. 

By quarter to eight Alan was a bit unsteady on his feet and I thought it time to leave.  I settled him down in the front seat, suggested he took a little nap passing him a black thing to place over his eyes, a pillow for his head, a blanket to keep him warm then pressed a few buttons so that the front passenger seat reclined fully.  I waved farewell to Great Aunt promising her to call later and we pulled out onto the highway.  There wasn't much traffic around so I put my foot down and was quite surprised as the speedometer needle disappeared off the scale.  Soon we were cruising at a comfortable speed.  The cruise control helped and the car was surprisingly quiet and comfortable.  When I rented it I'd said I wanted to drive to San Francisco overnight with a passenger asleep in the front seat.  The receptionist had been very helpful and suggested the blue car since it was the one that the manager always took home with him when it hadn't been rented out.  She'd shown me how to work the heating and air conditioning controls so my passenger was warm and snug whilst I would be a bit cooler to keep me awake.  She also showed me the light that would come on if the car thought I was dropping off to sleep or needed a break.  It looked like someone had thought it all out before.  Around 11:30 pm the traffic picked up a bit as we flashed through a small town.  I slowed down as we went through, coming out the other side I noticed a flashing red light start up behind me.  I didn't feel that I had time to stop so I was bad, I turned the lights off, held the headlamp flasher down and accelerated.  We soon left the flashing red light behind, once over the state line I put the lights back on.  By that time I felt like a wash room stop so I pulled into a roadside cafe dashed into the washroom and brought a carton of fresh orange juice before climbing back into the car.  Between 1 am and 5 am Alan was fast asleep and I noticed the roads were really empty so I put my foot all the way to the floor, it didn't seem to make a lot of difference, the engine was a little nosier but the speedometer was still off the scale.  We stopped for gas and another washroom stop about 5:30 and I took it a little slower then as we started climbing the Rockies and I had to turn the steering wheel from time to time.

We rolled into the Hilton car park just about 8:20 am.  I dug Alan in the side.  “Come on sleepy head breakfast time, your first session starts in 40 minutes.” He blinked “Where are we?” “Hilton San Francisco.  Let's get you checked in breakfasted and into your first session.” We walked across to reception where there was a queue so I got Alan to hand over his credit card to me and I rushed him over to the self serve ground floor breakfast bar whilst I sorted out the room.  The receptionist looked me up and down and asked, “I assume you'd prefer a king sized bed in the tower?” Well I always have difficulty with ordinary beds I have to curl up to fit them.  A bed the proper size, hey luxury.  “Thank you very much.  May I have two room keys please?” She handed them over without a demur.  I scurried back to where Alan was just finishing his breakfast.  “Room 2103 let's get you shaved, changed and respectable.” We caught the high-speed lift and soon we were in room 2103.  I looked round; there was only one bed.  King sized maybe but only one, Oh well, whatever.  Alan dug his razor out and went to have a shower and shave.  I lifted out a change of clothes and placed them on a chair just inside the bathroom to give him some privacy.  He came back and started to ask me the sort of question I didn't quite feel up to answering.  So I put his conference agenda in his hand and ushered him to the door with the words “Off you go I'll see you around 5 pm. and explain everything.” I even gave him a quick peck on the cheek as he left.  Then I simply dived into bed and slept.

I awoke refreshed about half past three.  I showered and dressed in jeans and a tee shirt.  I went down and dug out my kitchen bag, peeled some red potatoes, carrots and a couple of parsnips and put them in the steamer.  I shook a tablecloth out and placed it on the table then laid the table for one.  After that I wandered off to explore and something rather odd happened.  First I was approached by a man in a suit who said “2,000” to me.  “I'm sorry.” But just then he disappeared quickly as two uniformed security men approached me.  “Excuse me but do you have your key with you?” I showed them my plastic card, which they inserted in a reader.  “And you room number is?” I replied “2103.” They handed it back to me.  “Sorry to have disturbed you madam.” Their tone was friendlier now.  “But why was I stopped” One turned to the other “Well we thought you might be a call girl working the floors.” “Who me? I thought they wore short skirts and lots of make up?” “Well yes Miss that’s the low end of the market but the very top end I'm afraid it's a little different.  When we are talking $2,000-$20,000 per night very often the girls typically have flawless skin and don't wear make up to show how good their skin is.  Often wear their hair long since is practically impossible to fake long hair at close inspection and strangely enough do not have boob jobs trying to emphasis that they aren't fakes.  I'm embarrassed to say that you have some very similar characteristics.” “And I suppose not wearing a bra with a tee shirt probably didn't help either.” “Well miss if you could wear a bra with it or even a blouse and a jacket when in the hotel you might get fewer approaches.” I blushed then realizing what the 2,000 probably meant.  Oh well I bet its not every girl that has been offered that much for the night.  The other guard spoke.  “The problem for the hotel is not so much the girls but guests wives or significant others dislike seeing them on the floors.  Also some of them are not above trying doors and if they find one open going through the room looking for valuables.  I don't recommend it as a career by the way.  Even at the top of the market we rarely see a girl last more than 6 -12 months.  If the STDs don't get you the cocaine will.  But still enjoy your stay, by the way if there's anything we can do to help just let us know.” With that they wandered off.

I found a general store just across the road that sold rolls and butter etc.  so I picked up a packet of butter and headed back to the room.  Alan was just opening the door when I got there so I slipped in behind him.  Of course he wanted an explanation so I told him about my idea for a vacation how I'd filled in the paperwork to send him here then thought if I rented a car and drove him I could travel for free.  He looked puzzled and mentioned it was only twelve hours from the time we left until the time we arrived and how did I explain travelling 1,200 miles in twelve hours without breaking the speed limit.  I said “I couldn't.” then took out one of my china plates, started to open a can of corned beef slicing off a hunk and helped myself to steamer potatoes, carrots and parsnip from the steamer.  I added a knob of butter then sat down at the desk to start tea.  “That's real food?” “Why yes I believe it is.  I don't have enough money for hotel food so I have to make do with this.” I could sense his interest.  “If you like some there's a plate in the bag together with some knives and forks.  Oh and if you could pass over a couple of glasses there's a bottle of wine in the bathroom ice thingy cooling.” It's amazing how soon I had a lamb sitting at the other side of the table from me.  I explained how I'd fancied a holiday in San Francisco but hadn't the money for it so I'd arranged for him to attend the conference thinking I could drive him across in a hired car which was cheaper than the air fare and use the second double bed in his room.  “Except of course there isn't one.” Alan replied that sometimes you were given a king-sized bed instead.  The higher up the tower the quieter it was the more likely you were to get given a king-sized bed.  I promised not to molest him if he would let me sleep on the side he wasn't using.  He agreed.  Then after I changed into a white blouse and jacket so I wouldn't be stopped by the hotel security so often we went out to explore the city.

I suppose it’s like other big cities San Francisco has its problems but I wasn't too impressed with some of the street people in fact it was rather comforting to have Alan along, I took his hand just to feel a bit safer.  Anyway we walked along and found a cable car that took us down to the docks.  They were sort of used to be docks with lots of buildings converted into tourist attractions, restaurants and such but it was a pleasant place for a stroll.  On the way back we noticed a French restaurant Christopher’s I think it was called.  We looked at the menu by the door.  Alan was impressed there were a number of dishes he liked and he wanted me to sample one.  I thought it looked a bit out of my price range but Alan over rode me and said if I was cooking supper each night he was sure expenses could afford one special meal for me.  We entered.  A rather flustered headwaiter came up and asked if he could help us.  “A table for two please.” “For tonight?” “Well yes” “I'm sorry but I have no staff, it's Monday night which is usually very quiet and we've just had two large groups of conventioneers walk in.  If I can't find anyone to wait table I'm afraid they'll walk out as well.” He turned his head “Any luck?” “No one so far” the girl behind the counter called out.  Alan looked at me.  “I've waited tables before have you?” “Well yes once or twice.” He turned back “Trade you dinner tomorrow night against us waiting for you tonight?” “Sounds good to me, Karen can you find the young lady a black skirt?” Karen nodded, “Go with Karen and she'll find you a skirt, the blouse will do fine.  If you'll come with me I'll find you a bow tie and then you're on.”

I followed Karen into the kitchen then into a small office where she pulled out a skirt from a locker and handed it across.  “Have you any tights? Preferably black” I asked.  “Sorry I wear thigh highs myself I find them cooler when dashing in and out of the kitchen.  I think I have a fresh pair still in the pack.” She handed me a pack of black thigh highs turned then handed me a garter belt.  “You'll need this to hold them up.  Panties off.” I took my panties off and put the garter belt round my waist.  We had to lengthen the straps since my legs were a bit longer than Karen's.  Then I put my thong back on.  I twirled in front of the mirror.  Not bad.  One of the other waitresses had left a pair of black shoes in my size, a bit more heel than I usually wore but nothing I couldn't manage.  I twirled again.  The skirt was a short wrap-over one that had a belt that held it together at the waist.  Karen had a pin, which she offered to hold the skirt together at the hem but I thought I could manage without.  I pinned my hair up in a coil and Karen found me a white lace cap to perch on top.  She found a red lipstick and applied it to my lips and took out her makeup and applied blue eye shadow and mascara.  I don't usually as you know but Karen thought it might help the mood tonight.  We walked out of the office and met Alan.  Karen thought if we didn't mind and could manage 6 tables each that if I took the male conventioneers and Alan took the female group that would probably work out best.  She'd prefer to work the regulars especially since Richard would be tied up in the kitchen.  Just then Richard put his head round the door and suggested treating both groups to a bottle of cheap white wine on the house per table since we were unlikely to get them fed as quickly as he would like.  Cooking for an additional 80 people at the same time would not be easy.  He passed us a notepad with some suggested specials on it, basically things with sauces that could be reheated in the microwaves and asked us not to encourage too many fresh fish or steaks tonight.

Karen showed me the chilled white wine and taking a bottle with me I entered the restaurant.  My clients seemed a bit restless.  I smiled “Good evening gentlemen I'm Anne and I'll be your waitress tonight.  It's my first time waitressing here so I'll ask you to bear with me if I seem a little slow.  Just to compensate you for waiting so long so patiently Christopher’s would like you to have a complimentary bottle of wine this evening.” I opened the wine then poured each a glass.  I went back and picked up another two bottles and repeated the speech at two more tables, I could sense they were getting more relaxed and enjoying the experience.  I put one leg forward when I poured giving each a glimpse of thigh high as I filled their glasses.  Finally everyone was relaxing with a glass of wine and I went to take their orders.  Karen had given them a copy of the menu to read to keep them occupied.  Do you remember Cynthia?  Well she introduced me to waitressing and she had her own methods for increasing tips.  One was when you took an order you bent forward taking care that your bum straddled the person-behind-you's neck.  That way you could give the guy behind you a neck and shoulder massage with your butt whilst taking the order and if you got it just right giving the guy across the table an eyeful of cleavage.  With a quiet corner of the restaurant and six tables of 5 or 6 men I could work them easily.  The blouse didn't really lend itself to cleavage but even that could have one more button than normal undone.  I glanced over to where Alan was working.  He'd just given them all a glass of sparkling wine and moved the fresh flowers around so each table had a small vase.  Now I could see his customers having a quick grope at his butt as he took their orders.  I hadn't really taken much notice of it before but it was rather nice to look at.  I worked the table, I didn't think the steak was that good tonight but yes, and how about a soup to start with. 

Anything to keep them busy while the main course came.  “Hi Bill, I'm delighted to hear it's Ralph's birthday, even if you haven't got him a present.  No I couldn't think where you could buy him a nice embarrassing present at this time of night.” A $100 bill was discreetly offered, well thinking about it logically I'd paid $10 for five thongs in the bargain bin.  Even I had thought twice about buying them but in the end thrift had won out.  To say they were low cut was an understatement, they didn't really cover the top couple of inches of pubic hair but they did at least have the virtue of a cotton gusset and they didn't show a panty line under anything.  Since I normally wear them under jeans or slacks the fact they were practically transparent didn't seem to matter when I brought them.  I looked round just to check no one was looking then slipped off my panties and took the $100 bill.  Ralph was indicated to me so I came up behind him and kissed his bald head.  “Happy Birthday Ralph, Bill asked me to give you these as a birthday present.” I gave him the tiny thong.  He held them up.  “Bill I don't know how much you paid but I think you were done have you seen how much material is in these?” He held them to his nose, still they're still warm and they have an unusual smell.  You could have at least brought me the complete bra and thong set.” His neighbor turned to me.  “How much for the bra was well?” Bill commented “The thong was $100.” I was embarrassed I didn't want to create a scene “It's not really for sale besides bra's are more expensive than thongs.” “Well yes I can see that there's two parts to them for a start, how about $200.” I nodded in agreement.  The bra matched the thong, not much of it and rather sheer.  I walked to the washroom and slipped it off.  Then walked back with it scrupled up in my hand and slipped it to Ralph, picking up my $200 from his neighbor.  I didn't have a big deal about it because having smallish firm breasts I don't always wear a bra as you know.  I hadn't had time to take everyone’s order but I could see Richard's head round the kitchen door beckoning me.  Soup was ready.  I took a tray back and just gave those who wanted it soup.  There were hot rolls to go with it.  I could quickly note down later where the soup bowls were.  I wondered back round my tables, giving a gentle back rub here, letting my breasts touch someone's arm there, a glimpse of stocking top for you, another bald head to kiss as I noted down who had soup.  I was quite enjoying it.  I then started to take their orders concentrating on those who wanted the “Monday” night special.  The waitress station had a computer with the tables mapped out.  Touch screen so all I had to do was touch the special then the places that had ordered it.  Much quicker than the restaurant Cynthia took me along to when they were short staffed.

Alan's orders were ready before mine so Karen and I gave Alan a hand to serve them so his group could eat them altogether.  Then we served mine their main course.  It settled down a little then.  I wondered round the tables with the water jug topping up glasses as I went.  Cynthia had always taught me to keep them topped up that way people ordered more wine but sometimes left the odd half bottle on the table, great for half term parties.  It suddenly struck me I was enjoying flaunting my body to these lusting men, standing there in heels, black seamed stockings, no panties, my nipples hard against my blouse, some one's finger gently stroking my slit and worming its way in.  God I think it was a power thing, in public so they couldn't take it any further.  No one really knew me here so I didn't have to worry about my reputation I could just be wicked dressed in a way I'd never dare do at home, enjoy their lust, and think about the $300 tax free I'd had in tips already a couple more fingers up pussy should be good for a few dollars more.  Another order for a bottle of wine, you've run that finger of yours five times up my pussy that's your ration sir.  Anything legal I can get you on this table? No we do not have a license for adult entertainment so I'm afraid I'm unable to do a table dance for you sir.  Thank god I qualified with legal.  Desert I looked at the sweet trolley; Alan's group had practically emptied it.  I crossed over to Karen did she have any ideas? We popped into to see Richard together who was raiding one of the freezers.  He'd a plate with apple pie on it and a tub of restaurant made ice cream by the side.  “Take this out to birthday boy and tell him its complements of the house.  With luck the other will order the same.” We were in luck; I served anyone who wanted apple pie and ice cream first and then wheeled up the decimated sweet trolley.  Four more orders for apple pie and ice cream.  I love groups they seem to think and act together as a sort of bonding process.  Richard sent a glass of Cognac for Ralph, on the house of course, so practically everyone else had to have one as well.  They seemed to be enjoying themselves, jokes floating back and forth, one or two risqué ones caught me unawares and I had difficulty keeping a straight face much to their delight.  Eventually it was time for them to leave so I brought them all their bills.  Most paid by credit card so I just ran them through without adding a service charge or tip under Karen's name.  Bill looked at his when I returned with his card and mentioned it so I simply said it didn't seem fair to charge a service charge on my first day there.  Bill took his wallet out and tucked a $10 tip under the plate.  Most of the others picked up what had happened so I gained some $200+ from the 6 tables cash tips.  Karen was happy as well as the credit card bills with no tips would bring her average tip down for the tax authorities. 

After we had cleared away the plates and glasses Richard came up and thanked us both.  Having another 70 odd dinners on a quiet night would certainly put the profits up.  He invited us back for a free dinner as payment the following night.  I gave Karen $10 for the thigh highs and borrowed a clean handkerchief from Alan.  I stripped off the borrowed garments, tucking the thigh highs in my bag, I'd seen Alan's eyes light up when he'd glimpsed them and thought it was always useful to have another card to play.  Having no panties and being a bit moist I folded the handkerchief and slipped it under my jeans just to mop up any moisture that might cause a damp patch on my jeans.  Then I got Alan to put his arm round me and help me back to the hotel.  I told him working in heels had made me a bit unsteady on my feet, I daren't tell him I was so weak at the knees and randy that I feared I might attack the next thing I saw in trousers now could I? Alan guided me home and we had a nibble of cheese and biscuits before turning in.  I changed into my new silk nightdress and slithered into bed.  Alan seemed to settle down very quickly.  I wasn't so fortunate. 

I think my sleeping patterns had been thrown out by driving through the night and then sleeping in the afternoon.  After about ten minutes of hearing no moment from the other side of the bed I thought I'd try giving myself some relief, I find I always sleep better after an orgasm.  I quietly slipped my hand out from under the covers and slid open my bedside drawer.  I fumbled for a second or two then found my trusty butterfly vibrator.  Soon I could feel myself building towards what promised to be a substantial orgasm.  I felt a hand rub my back, Oh dear, I switched my vibrator off.  What to do next.  The arm sneaked round my waist and I slid backwards towards a warm body behind me.  My fine silk nightdress wasn't giving me much protection, especially when he moved his hand up towards my breast and it pulled my securing ribbon undone as it brushed across.  “I thought you didn't want to be molested on your side of the bed?” I enquired, “I changed my mind, I've decided you're irresistible.” Then he nibbled my ear.  Here's me full of male attention all night, my body full of lust and he lights the blue touch paper.  What could I do but turn to face him and kiss him full on the lips? His hands were making all sorts of delicious movements on my back.  My hand moved lower between us, I felt his hardness beneath my fingers, I guided him so his hardness was resting against my slit then rubbed it back and forth along my slit until it slipped inside me.  It felt so right but I wanted it deeper I rolled on my back and arched my back, pushing my hips towards him, I felt him respond and sinker deeper inside.  There was a stab of pain, I racked his back and he responded by thrusting deeper into me.  I never realized just how powerful these female instincts could be.

Afterwards we talked, or we started to talk.  I said I didn't normally jump on strange men in hotel rooms, and he said he didn't either.  I had to think about that one for a moment before asking him how many men he had jumped on in hotel bedrooms.  Then it hit me the sheets, I lifted them and sure enough there was blood.  I pushed him out of bed and scrupled the sheet up before putting in the bath and filling it with cold water.  I asked him to call room service and ask them for some clean sheets.  He rang then turned back and asked me if it was my period.  “No.” “What then?” I glared at him, some men are just so dense “It's a girl thing, those of us who don't go horse riding sometimes bleed the first time.” Just then room service came with clean sheets and I threw my dressing gown on and explained about the sheet and how I'd put it to soak in cold water.  The bed was quickly remade and we were once more alone.  “Oops still at least there were two of us tonight.” I looked at him.  “Well it was something I never really got round to.  I guess I didn't fancy someone like Gloria I mean to say you never know whom she's slept with and then I kept myself busy with a few hobbies, with AIDS around it seemed safer somehow.  Then you came along.  By the way since you are good at organizing could you organize a wedding for me May 17th?” I was miffed.  It had been getting to be an interesting discussion and now he wanted me to arrange his wedding.  “How many guests?” “Well I think there's only 2 or 3 on my side how many on yours?” He got attacked with a pillow, that degenerated and soon we were running our hands over each other once more.

We lay on the bed afterwards.  “So does this mean I'm accepted as suitor to your hand?” “It's a bit sudden isn't it?” “Well you can bake as good an apple pie as anyone I've met, you're beautiful, intelligent, and you can reach your own books down from the top shelf.  What more could I ask for?” I liked the bit about beautiful no one had called me beautiful in a way that showed they meant it before.  “Why hasn't someone snapped you up before?” “Probably because I'm not the fashionable image, you know, five foot two with 3 inch heels, red lipstick and a 36 inch bust cup size c.” I snapped “No but you're elegant.” then he kissed me again.  He told me lots more things that I'm not going to bore you with, but he's nice.

Next day after the conference we looked for rings, well I looked in the morning and took Alan back after the conference.  I wasn't sure just how much money he had and it seemed silly to spend a lot when we might need it in the future so I looked around the second hand stores as well as the new jewelry stores.  It was amazing he chose just the ring I had picked out before, I think he must have good taste.  My ring is three rubies set with seed pearls.  When we went back to Christopher's for dinner holding hands.  Karen greeted us and looked at my ring then congratulated us both.  I told her we had got engaged last night after helping in the restaurant.  Richard came up and congratulated us both as well.  He asked us how long we were staying and when he found out we were just staying for Alan's conference that week he told us that as an engagement present, our dinners were on the house all that week.  Karen told us afterwards that with the exception of a small number of tables he kept reserved for regular clients they were now fully booked with conference visitors all week.  Apparently both groups had gone back and spread the word about how good the food was.  Karen was just hoping that the all-male groups weren't expecting too much. 

When I walked into the office Maurice raised his eyebrows and approached me.  “So who won the $10 prize then? I was going to make an attempt myself but I just wasn't sure if they would have given us each 500 points” he paused and looked at his nails, “and I really didn't fancy sleeping with anyone else in the office.” He finished with a shrug.  He glanced at my left hand, “Oh bauble as well? Lucky girl let me be the first to wish you happy.  Gloria my sweet come over and admire Anne's new ring, then she'll need some advice about how to get the most benefit for her $10 prize.” Gloria came over and admired my ring and congratulated me quite sweetly, then Alan came through the door put his arm round me and gave me a kiss on the cheek.  “Oh” gasped Gloria “Oh” she turned away and I heard her murmur “But she hasn't the least bit of fashion sense, I just don't understand.  How could he possibly?” Maurice grinned like a cat who has landed in the cream tub, “Oh how lovely to put the bitch in her place, how delightful, now children you must let Maurice treat you to lunch and then you Anne can tell me all about your inexpensive holiday in San Francisco.”

May 17th You're my bridesmaid so don't forget.  I'll see if Alan has a cousin or two for you to look over.

Bye Anne