This week, our new squeezer is Bagpuss. Enjoy her teaser:
The next evening you tie up your hair and pull on your uniform wondering if he’ll be there. Your uniform fits snugly around the contours of your body; you know the heels of your shoes accentuate the sway of your hips, the fabric of your dress rustles as it swings around your body. You spread a little gloss across your lips and peer at your reflection in the mirror.
He’s already at what you have come to think of as ‘his table’ as you start your shift; he’s been here often lately but this is the fourth night in a row, your heart rate increase as he catches your eye. You wonder if he’ll speak to youagain, maybe you’ll even get past the preliminaries tonight?
“What can I get you?” Your voice sounds breathy to your own ears.
“I want an orgasm” he murmurs, “but I’ll settle for a Bud.”
You’re about to tell him you’ve heard this before once or a hundred times but his eyes are coal, burning and consuming. You lose your train of thought standing there, your mouth open slightly, your breathing rapid; your teeth graze your lip as you begin to tremble.
“Miss?” questions a patron from behind. The spell broken, you nod at the customer and step away from the stranger. You leave on unsteady legs, your heart and stomach seem jostling for space.
You take your break in the kitchen and watch as he rolls a bottle between his hands. Maybe tonight you will have courage? The evening is busy; beer for one, wine for another, wipe down the tables, balance your tray, service with a smile, straining to hear the orders over the increasing volume of the music. The stranger watches you, his gaze burns at your back. Mindful of his attention you sway a little more; touch a shoulder here, laugh at a joke there.
You return to his table to collect his now empty bottle.
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