Laura Quincy - Horny hot waitress

Mitch stared down at her, with an expression of concern in his eyes.

"Jesus, you really conked out," he said then, grinning. "I didn't know whether to get worried… or just feel proud of my prowess!"

She gave a slow sensual smile. "Feel pleased with yourself… very pleased. That was a totally delicious fuck."

Suddenly her eyes flew open. She looked at her watch.

"Christ!"

"What's wrong?" he asked, moving back as she came up off the sofa in a rush.

"Oh, God, I was having such a good time, I forgot all about work," she said, hurrying to the bedroom. "Now I'm late."

He laughed and got ready to leave. Her voice came to him from the bedroom, muffled as she dressed.

"Mitch, lover, it was worth it, though… oh, yes, it was worth it!"

Cindy rushed out of her apartment and hurried to her car. She cursed again, unable to believe that she could forget all about the job she liked so well.

She grinned, having to admit that she had good cause to forget the time. Very good cause. Mitch was some stud. She hoped he would be available again sometime for another fuck session. Just remembering it made her tingle all over.

She drove as fast as she dared, glancing now and then at her watch. It wasn't going to be a case of just a few minutes. She should have been to work over an hour before.

As Cindy pulled in the parking lot, she noticed very few cars and felt a small measure of relief. It didn't look like the club was terribly busy. Maybe her absence wouldn't be felt so much and she would get off without a reprimand. Her record was clean so far, and she wanted to keep it that way.

She walked inside, and went down to the lounge, changing into her costume as quickly as possible. After going back upstairs to the dining room she was greeted by various teasing comments about her overdue status.

Steve was on duty, and he knew the signs well.

"Baby, you didn't oversleep, so don't try to pull that one on us," he laughed. "You have that look, Cindy, of recently being royally and totally fucked."

She flushed a little, and cursed herself for it. Steve laughed.

"I knew it," he grinned. "Hell, I've caused that look, myself, a time or two."

"Has it been busy?" she asked, trying to steer the conversation away from her fucking activities.

"Naw, real quiet tonight," one of the waitresses told her. "Maybe things'll liven up later. I sure hope so. I don't like it when it's like this."

"I know what you mean," Cindy agreed. "It gets boring and the time just drags."

She didn't notice at first how their expressions changed, becoming withdrawn and serious. Finally, she caught on. Cindy saw their gaze go beyond her, over her shoulder.

The skin at the nape of her neck prickled. She knew… she just knew who was approaching. The boss.

"Oh, shit," she said under her breath.

Matt Preston, her boss, came up beside her. His face was solemn. His voice was controlled as he spoke.

"Miss Barnes," he said. "I think we need to have a little talk. Finish up here if you have anything pressing, then come to my office."

With that he turned, and left them. After he had gone out of sight, Steve and the waitress looked at her with concern. "Oh-oh," Steve commented dryly. "Yeah, I know," she sighed. "Well, guess I'd better get it over with."

"Good luck," they both called out after her.

Cindy knew Matt had a right to be ticked off at her. She hadn't just been a few minutes tardy… it had ended up being an hour and a half or more. That was late.

Approaching his office, she gulped and knocked at the door, then opened it and walked in. Her knees felt strangely wobbly and quivering. Her stomach didn't feel much better, and Cindy took a deep breath.

Matt remained silent as she walked into the room, motioning for her to take a chair.

After she sat down, she met his gaze. She decided that while she was guilty of being late, he didn't need to make such a big deal out of it. So dock me, she said to herself.

"You were late, Cindy," he said.

She noticed how he now reverted to calling her by her first name, and it gave her a little hope.

"Very late, in fact."

"Yes, sir, very late," she replied, keeping her voice and features expressionless.

"Did you oversleep?" He asked the question with the very faintest of mockery. She was reminded of Steve's teasing comment earlier.

"No, sir. I didn't oversleep."

She left it at that, wondering just how far he was going to carry this twenty-questions bit.

"Oh, I see," he said, giving her a knowing look. "You didn't oversleep, yet you managed to be an hour and a half late. Just how did you manage that, Cindy?"

"Sir?"

He smiled then. "You beard what I said. And you know what I mean, Cindy. Why were you so late? What were you doing to be that late?"

Then she saw the twinkling glint in his eyes and relaxed. Still, she played along, still keeping her tone cool and collected.

"Well, sir – I was fucking." His eyebrows shot up.

"Fucking, you say!"

"Butt-fucking to be exact," she added, meeting his eyes with hers.

"Is that so? Butt-fucking… it sounds… quite exciting," he replied.

"Oh, yes, sir, it was. I enjoyed it."

"Well, I'm certainly glad you did, but you know, Cindy, that being so late is really bad. What do you think I should do about it?"

She gave him a sly, sexy look. "I know it was wrong. I do deserve to be reprimanded or, something."

He licked his lips. "The something sounds highly intriguing. Let's ponder that. In the meantime, why don't you occupy yourself while I decide how to punish you for being so late."

"Occupy myself?" Her voice rose inquiringly in mock seriousness. "How should I do that, sir?"

He shifted in his chair. "Well, why don't you just take off your clothes and come over here and suck on my cock?"

She stood up. "A wonderful idea, sir simply wonderful!"

"Oh, I think so too."

She quickly slipped out of her clothes, excited by his teasing. Cindy was relieved, too. She still hadn't been quite sure if she wasn't in trouble for real until he started the sexy questions. Now she knew he wasn't angry or upset. Just horny. Though he knew full well every inch of her body, his eyes still glinted eagerly at the sight of her lush curves as she stripped.

Flinging aside her costume and panties, she stood before him for a moment, legs planted widely apart.

Her long auburn hair tumbled down past her shoulders and her deep-set brown eyes held a laughing hint of pleasure. The russet tint of her hair was perfectly matched by the red tinted bush between her thighs.

It was there, on her pussy mound, that Matt's eyes focused.

"Like what you see, boss?" she said impishly.

"Hell, you know I do," he answered crisply.

"What I'd like a lot more is that pretty mouth of yours on my prick."

"I think that can be arranged," she grinned, walking around the desk as he turned to the side in his chair.

His trousers were filled with rampant hard cock, almost to the bursting point. She dropped down between his sprawled legs, tugging at his zipper. His cock sprang out.

Cindy's mouth watered at the sight of his big fucker. It was a thick muscle of cock meat that was delicious looking. She couldn't wait to have it into her mouth and throat.

"Well, have at it," he encouraged her.

"Mmmmmm, yeah, I'm gonna suck you dry," she promised him throatily. "Drain you of every drop of cum."

"Just help yourself, Cindy."

Sticking out her tongue, she let the very tip of it rest against the slit in his cock head. She teased the piss slit and Matt groaned lustily.

Enjoying the response she was getting, Cindy let her tongue move up and down and around the mushroom-shaped head of his prick.