Diner Girl

The mysterious woman hadn’t come to the diner for a couple of days. This didn’t mean I had forgotten the whole incident. To the contrary, I remembered very well that she had made me so horny that I wanted Jack to do it to me, nasty. Unlike his often bad-mannered behavior he was a gentleman regarding this. I had expected him teasing me to no ends about it, but he didn’t say anything.
And suddenly the lady in black appeared in the diner. It was already past 8 pm and Jack and me prepared to close.
“Sorry lady, no sandwiches anymore today,” Jack greeted her.
“Coffee?” she tried and looked at me.
“Ok, I’ll prepare us fresh one,” Jack sighed as if it was asked too much to get coffee in a diner.
“May you want to sit down?” The lady said to me. I watched her for some seconds before I sat opposite her. She wore black. The only real color was her auburn hair and her brown eyes. She gave me a half-smile.
“Say do you would be interested in earning more money?” Well, she was a person to come straight to the point.
I looked down at the tabletop and then managed to look at her. “What do you want?”
“I would like you to invite to a party.”
I looked at her waiting for what was coming next. I could well imagine that it was no ordinary party.
“Well, you would have to strip, at least.” I knew it.
“At least?” I looked into her eyes.
“You strip and get 100 Dollar. For every extra service you may like to provide you get extra payment.”
I inhaled. “Ok, I’ll strip, but no extra services.”
She bent over the table. “Like the no extra service you gave me in the car?” she whispered into my ear.
I swallowed. My heart started beating faster.
“Ok, I’ll pick you up here, Saturday at 8.30 pm. Is it ok for you?” she said.
I just nodded when Jack came with the coffee. He looked at me. “You want to?” I nodded again.
While Jack went to the counter to bring another cup the woman smiled at me. “My name is Kate and yours, honey?”
“Natasha,” I said. “Just call me Tasha.”
“Fine, Tasha.”
We drank the coffee in silence and after this Kate left.
“What were you talking about?” Jack wanted to know.
“She invited me to her party,” I said.
“What kind of party?” Jack pushed.
“Just a party.”
“C’mon Tasha.”
“I’m going to strip on her party, ok? I get 100 Dollar for it.”
“Girl!” he exclaimed. “I mean we can speak about you salary, you know that, don’t you?”
“It’s ok Jack.”
The older man surveyed me and a smile crept over his face, a dirty smile. “It really turns you on, right?” Now his smile was a big toothy grin. “I always thought you’re kinda adventures, but this astonishes me.”
“What?!”
“There’s your ‘What’ again.

Kate arrived precisely at 8.30 pm at the diner. She looked stunning. This time she wore a cream-colored trouser suit and a white blouse with quillings and a bow tie.
“Hey darling, you look great,” she greeted me. Jack gave me a slap on my butt, reminding me what he did with his dick a couple of days before.
“You look awesome in that suit,” I stated as I walked over to Kate.
She glanced at me and raised an eyebrow. “Thanks honey.”
We drove in silence for a while. I looked over to Kate, wondering what would happen tonight.
“I have changed the plan, hope you don’t mind,” she started. She gave me no chance to reply. “I don’t want you to strip. I want you to take off your panty, but not your nice fishnet stockings. You just party with us and keep the folks guessing. Show them what they want to see, ok?”
I nodded and started to take off my boots. I needed to come out of the stockings before I could remove the panty.
“But,” Kate continued. “Touching is not for free, is that clear? If you let someone touch you, make sure you get paid.”
“I don’t think anybody is going to touch me”, I replied. Kate gave me a We’ll-see-look and grinned.
The rest of the drive we did in silence. I tried to fancy the coming events. I didn’t know yet, if it was worse or better to just behave like a slut instead of stripping in front of the party guests. I told myself that I was no slut that I just got paid for behaving like one.

Kate’s house wasn’t as fancy as I had depicted it. It looked a little old, but cozy. I climbed out of the car.
Kate walked around her Landrover and watched me. “Would you lift your skirt, honey? Just want to see how it looks like.” Slowly I did as I was told. She looked between my thighs. “Now turn please.” I did and felt her hand running over my butt cheek. “Oh darling you look so inviting with these stockings on your bare butt and cunt,” she said in a low voice. “You’ll sure delight my guests.”
I turned to face her and swallowed. I saw her eyes sparkling with joy and lust.
“Ok, show time, my dear Natasha.” With these words she guided me into her house. Inside I heard slow music and voices. It was the sound of a smooth party. We went to the living room. I felt Kate’s arm around my hips. Her thumb was gently rubbing the skin between my skirt and tank top. The living room was crowded with 10 probably 12 guests, men and women. As they realized our arrival most talks died out. They all looked at us.
“Ladys and Gentlemen. This is Tasha, our special guest.” She hustled me gently further into the room.