Diner Girl

„So she’s the diner girl?“ a man, sitting on a sofa, said in direction of Kate. The man was in the middle of his thirties. He had dark brown hair and a mischievous smile on his face as he looked up at Kate.
Kate just nodded. I wondered if the man or anybody else knew about our little encounter in the car.
“In the kitchen are some snacks and drinks. May I bring you something?” Kate looked at me.
I nodded feeling shy and somewhat misplaced.
“So what do you want, darling?” Kate smiley warmly and looked at me comfortingly. I tried to relax.
“What about white vine?”
Kate nodded approvingly and went to the kitchen. Meanwhile I sat down on the sofa beside the dark haired man.
“So Kate told me you work at a diner, where she’s eating?” he approached me.
“That’s right.”
“And you’re a student?”
I had to smile. “That’s also right.”
“I studied myself. Have a MA in industrial engineering,” he said.
“That’s great. And what are you working now?” I bet he was going to tell me about the nice small company he was working for. I had to remember what Kate told me in the car. I opened my legs a little bit. My skirt was fairly short and the small move didn’t fall short of its effect. The man looked at my legs and gulped heavily. I knew he couldn’t see anything, but just the guess of what he might see, if I would open my leg more made him nervous.
“Hope you enjoy yourself,” Kate was back and gave me a glass of white vine.
I smiled. “I think I do.” I rose to my feet and went slowly to the terrace from where the small street was visible.
A woman followed me. “Nice outside, the air is much fresher,” she said casually. The woman had short blond hair and bright blue eyes.
“My name is Natasha,” I said.
“I know. I’m Gillian,” she replied and took a sip from a bottle of beer.
I couldn’t help myself but bent over the balustrade, pretending to watch out. If the blonde, Gillian, wished to look, she would now realise, that I was wearing no slip. I spread my leg a little more. A nice tickle started to build between my loins. I really began to like this wicked game.
“You’re lovely,” Gillian said. “No wonder Kate was praising you.” She grinned at me in a way that I wondered what exactly Kate was praising.
“You’re a close friend?” I asked.
“Yeah,” she again took a sip from her bottle.
“And you enjoy her…parties?”
“Yeah,” she said again, but more huskily.
Now the engineer joined us. I was still bending over the balustrade and so did Gillian. We were watching at the street. “Calm area,” she remarked.
Suddenly I felt someone behind me. It was the engineer. I could feel something hard pressing at my behind. I turned around immediately and looked at him. He had an unmistakable bulge in his trousers. “Turn around again,” he whispered. “I know you like it.”
My heart started racing, I felt my blood pressure rising. I did as I was told. He lifted my skirt and was again pressing his hardness against my butt, doing slow circular moves. I could feel his hard bulge brushing my increasingly wet centre.
“What are you doing Norman?” We both swirled around. I saw a amused smile on Gillian’s face. She must have seen Kate.
“No touching without payment, I think I made myself clear.” This Norman looked pretty caught. Kate offered him a generous smile. “How much do you wish to pay?”
“I dunno,” he mumbled. I looked at him and thought he never had paid before for such a favour.
“Start with 30,” Kate said and looked at me. “Take better care of yourself, darling.” She blinked at me. “Fun and business aren’t ruling out each other.” With these words she went back inside.
Norman fumbled some banknotes out of his purse and gave it to me, almost shyly. I took them with a grin. Then he grabbed my hips and turned me around. He once again lifted my skirt and I could feel his hand on my butt cheek. “I think for 30 bucks I can touch you right there?” he said and I felt him touching my pussy. He rubbed it through the stockings. I knew the knitting was wide enough to see everything, to see my already swollen and wet pussy. The knitting was even wide enough to stick a finger through it and fuck me. I thought he knew that this was not included in 30 Dollar, so he continued rubbing my wet cunt. I looked over my shoulder and saw him rubbing his hardness through his trousers with the other hand.
Gillian watched our little show and smiled at me. All of a sudden Norman withdraw his pleasuring hand from my pussy and went quickly away.
I adjusted my skirt and looked puzzled at Gillian, who just laughed. “I think he was going to cum and tried to avoid that. He’s always that fast, poor Norman.”
My heart was still beating fast. I had cut my pubic hair the day before fairly short. This not only made me feeling the fabric of my panties more intense, well when I wore panties. It also made me feeling my own wetness very intense, right now. Gillian smiled knowingly. I was certain she had allowed herself a very close look while Norman was massaging me.
“Uhm…is Kate doing this frequently? I mean throwing parties, hiring people…girls…” I wanted to know.
“Parties, yes, girls, well. Often she has a girl who strips. Some people just watch, others like to have their own action after they have watched. Once I caught John and Kate enjoying themselves in the kitchen, after a hot striptease. I have to admit it was nice to watch.” Gillian grinned.
“I can figure that out. Who’s John?”
Gillian pointed on a blonde tall man. He was well build, strong arms and a promising bulge in his tight jeans.
“John is an Air Force Major. I never did it with him, never tried. I think he likes more voluptuous women. But all gals who had sex with him said he was great. I could see it myself. He was fucking Kate pretty well on that kitchen table. She was moaning loudly and telling him to do it deeper and harder. And normally our Kate is not letting go that easily.”
“Also this I can figure out,” I mumbled under my breath. “Would you like John to fuck you?”
Gillian grinned. “Would be nice.”
We were silent for a while taking sips from our drinks.
“The other girls, sometimes men, were all professional stripper. You’re the first non-professional,” Gillian began. “I wonder were this evening will end. Kate likes rules. I mean whatever she told you, if you don’t want to let yourself touched by someone you don’t have to, no matter how much money he’s offering.”
“I know that,” I said, but I wasn’t entirely sure if that was the truth from Kate’s point of view.
I got more and more intrigued now. “So if you haven’t fucked with John yet, with whom you did it?”
Gillian laughed at that question. “You sure, you wanna know that?”
I covered my embarrassment with taking the last sip of vine from my glass.
“Ok, you really want to know? Several times Kate allowed me to pleasure her with a dildo. Jeez, I really love that. Fuck our valued Kate with a dildo until she climaxes. No matter how much she likes people making passionate love at her parties, doing things they wouldn’t have done a couple of hours ago, if asked. She is not letting herself fuck by men or women that easily, unlike some of her guests. She’s active, but letting herself fuck good…rarely. I never dared to do something else than what she told me to do. Mostly I really like to watch.”
“So you had already a little show this evening?” I asked and grinned.
Our eyes met. “Oh yes, I had.”