Laura's Best Service

Laura wasn't necessarily a whore. At least, Laura wouldn't ever consider herself a whore. If you knew her, you would understand that it was never really about the sex, per se, but more about being noticed. She had this primal desire to connect with people who she respected. This led to a long list of older men who had enjoyed using her.

Laura was only 22. She was naturally brunette, but she had dyed her hair to a light, summer blonde. As her waist-long hair got closer to the roots, it darkened into a deep chestnut, and finally her natural brown. Her frame was small, but athletic. She was barely 5'1'', but weighed in at 125 lbs. She had overcome her natural willowy figure with a hearty gym routine, focusing mostly on deadlifts. Her thighs and ass were strong. Her breasts were small, but firm, and perfectly set on her chest. She had hardly considered her future, being so young. She lived in an apartment with her best friend, Maddi, and their cat Fitz. She worked as a waitress and bartender at the local reservations-only farm to table restaurant. It wasn't enough to provide her the glamorous instagram lifestyle she yearned for, but it was enough to pay rent.

Laura began her Friday evening like she did every other Friday. She dressed in her usual black romper - the one with the keyhole cutout in the chest, and an open back. The restaurant dress code was easy enough to follow - professional, black only, and feminine - but also easy enough to personalize. She had learned over time that the more skin she showed, the better her tips. She put on some natural makeup, and curled her hair into casual, loose beach curls. She had learned that light makeup made her look younger, and people tipped more when she looked younger. She put on a nude lipstick, checked herself in the mirror, and said her goodbyes to Maddi.

"When will you be home?" Maddi asked.

"Shift ends at 2, but you know that closing sometimes takes a bit after that," Laura replied.

"Text me when you get home, I'm spending the night with Mark."

Mark was Maddie's flavor of the month. Laura sighed relief - without Maddi home, Laura could stay out for a drink or two after work.

Laura arrived at the restaurant just in time for her 7 pm shift. She passed the first few hours in the normal way - being kind and warm to families and couples, a bit flirty with single women and groups of men, and gossiping with her coworkers. It was slow for a Friday night, but she knew it would pick up as soon as the reservations started rolling in. The night went quickly. Most of it was routine.

Around 1, Laura's last table of the night was seated. It was a new customer. He seemed as though he was in his mid 50s, and had a lean, strong build. His face was weathered and covered in lines that told stories of his past - the joys, frustrations, and grief that had colored his hair a peppered grey. His chiseled jawline was covered in a perfectly groomed 5 o'clock shadow. He was dressed in slim fit slacks, shined shoes, a tidy purple collared shirt, and a tweed blazer. Laura approached him with her normal, flirtatious open.

"Hey handsome, I haven't seen you here before. What can I do for you?"

"Manhattan, neat." He replied quietly.

"What a fine choice, the first I've made tonight. Preferences on your bourbon?"

"Pappy van Winkle, if you have it."

"Sure thing, that's easy. I'm Laura if you have any questions."

Laura took her time turning around and walking away. She allowed her hips to move a bit more than normal, and even bent down suggestively to pick up an old discarded straw wrapper. As she made the manhattan (a double, on the house), she though about what it would be like to fuck this stranger. She decided that she couldn't let the night end without learning his name.

As Laura walked back from behind the bar to deliver the Manhattan, she picked up a tray of house-made chips.

"Here you go. Snack on the house. I made the drink pretty strong, I wouldn't want it to go to your head." She brushed his hand gently as she placed the bourbon in front of him.

"I'm Luke," the new customer said as he gently pushed his hand into her fingers, "and I appreciate the kindness. It's late, and it's been a long night."

"I'm sorry. Hopefully the manhattan helps" Laura said, turning to leave. Luke grabbed her wrist gently but firmly.

"It's not a manhattan I need," Luke said, "I'd like some company. Join me? I promise to let you go if anyone else needs your attention."

Laura looked around the restaurant. This was the last reservation of the night. Everyone else had gone home, and her manager had sent the other waiters home early. It was the kitchen staff, Laura, and Luke. Laura had planned to get a drink after work anyway, and it wasn't long until she got off her shift. She shrugged, and sat across from Luke.

"Sure. Although, if we're being honest, I'd rather sit here with a drink."

Luke slid his Manhattan across the table. Laura took a deep drink, made a face, and pushed the drink back.

"Alright, red carpet treatment for our new customer. A personal waitress, sitting here at your disposal, to attend to your every need." Laura said with a wink.

"My every need? How did I get so lucky?"

"I haven't seen you here before. You have my undivided attention. I have 48 minutes before I can close the bar. If you can make this time pass quickly, the drinks are on the house." Laura though about her weekly comp allowance, and realized she had over $60 she could spend on Luke. After some strong drinks, and a comped bill, she might get enough money to make the shameless flirting worth it.

"I'm sorry, I don't have a story you haven't heard before. It's almost a joke. I'm just need to clear my head. I'm in town to finalize my divorce. 26 years down the drain. My college sweetheart. I don't know where I went wrong. One day, I woke up, and she was fucking the pool boy. She said I looked like her dad, with the grey hair.

Laura looked Luke in the eye, "She's crazy. Your grey hair is what makes you so sexy." As soon as the words left her mouth, she was embarrassed. He wasn't asking for a compliment! He was talking about his ex-wife!

"What did you say?" Luke said, leaning across the table. She couldn't tell if he was playing with her or if she'd left the music too loud.

"I said you're sexy!" She said, a bit louder.

Luke reached across the table. "Come closer, so we can talk," he said.

She grabbed his hand and her chair, thinking she would move her chair to his side of the table. He pulled hard enough to keep her from moving the chair, and she fell into his lap.

"It's much easier to hear you. Now that you're here, let's change the subject," Luke said.

Laura shifted her hips, and felt Luke's thick cock grow under her, "What did you want to talk about?"

"How much you remind me of my ex-wife, before she wrecked her body and became a bore," Luke said. He grabbed Laura's waist. "I remember when she had a tight little body and perky tits, how much she loved it when I sucked her tits and pumped her full of cum."

Despite herself, Laura moaned. She hadn't had cock in ages. It had been days. She picked up Luke's manhattan, took a deep pull, and turned to Luke, "Don't you want something to eat? I'm supposed to be here to serve you." Laura looked deep into Luke's eyes, hoping he knew what was on the menu.

"Stand up" Luke commanded.

Laura was taken aback. Had she done something wrong? Her pussy was absolutely dripping. She had left a wet spot on Luke's trousers, accentuating the outline of his hard cock. She stood, and turned to leave. She was embarrassed. She had misread the situation. Maybe it was for the best - after all, there really was nowhere private to continue this conversation, and she didn't even know Luke.

Luke grabbed Laura's waist, spun her around and slipped her romper aside with one motion. He grabbed Laura's firm ass, pulled her close, and buried his face in her pussy. He began licking her wet pussy fast and hard, taking Laura by complete surprise. She gave a shrill moan, loud enough for any of the kitchen staff to hear. Despite herself, she put her heeled boot on the back of Luke's chair, and rocked her hips in to Luke's face. As he licked her harder and faster, her hips rocked with the same rhythm. She moaned, and tried to keep herself quiet. She couldn't help herself, when Luke put two of his fingers in her pussy, she bucked against his face as she climaxed. Luke pulled his grinning face away from her pussy, and laughed.

"You did say you were here to serve me, and here I am serving you. I think you might owe me something." Luke said, as he unzipped his pants.

"Uh..." Laura said, uncertainly, as she realized where she was and what she was about to do.

"Did I stutter?" Luke said, his kindness gone, an assertiveness taking over. "I won't take no for answer."

Luke grabbed Laura, pushed her down to her knees, and unzipped Laura's romper. He pulled the romper down over her shoulders, exposing Laura's tight breast buds and two-pack abs.

"You can either suck my cock or ride me, but I won't leave until I cum." Luke said.

Laura looked up at Luke. She wondered if the restaurant had security cameras. She glanced around.

"Your choice." Luke said, as his thick 9 inch cock sprang out of his briefs. He pulled Laura's face down onto his cock, giving her no time to adjust. She gagged as he forced his whole length down her throat. "I'm sure I can persuade you to do both."

Laura gagged, and struggled to find a rhythm. She was worried about a coworker watching. Luke grabbed the back of her head, and helped her find a rhythm. "Here you go, sweetie. Like I said, it's been a while since I fucked something as nice as you."

Laura felt her pussy juices soak the bottom half of her romper. Why did she find this so sexy? She had tried to initiate the flirting, but she never imagined it going this far. Why was she turned on? Wasn't she supposed to hate this? She looked Luke in the eyes as she took over the sucking and created her own rhythm. Her pussy was telling her that she wanted this, fuck her job. She would make Luke cum here in the middle of the restaurant. Luke looked her in the eye, took a drink of his manhattan, and grabbed her shoulders.

"Stop. I'm not done with you, yet." Luke said, as he stood Laura up, pulled the romper over her firm ass, down her defined thighs, and touched the pussy juices sliding down by Laura's knee. He licked his fingers, and sighed.

"Young pussy. I bet you're so tight. Turn around for me, Laura." Luke placed his hands on Laura's hips as she turned her ass to him.

"Now bend over," Luke said, spitting on his hand. He slid his thumb in Laura's ass in one motion. "I hope you like being full, because you're about to fill all of my needs."

Luke fucked Laura's asshole with his thumb, right there in the middle of the restaurant. He spread her ass cheeks, and then reached around and played with her nipples. She watched precum drip out of his dick. He was obviously hungry for her pussy. Pleasure overtook her, and she moaned loudly. She didn't care anymore if anyone heard them. She hoped they were watching. It felt too good to have this sexy stranger spread her ass cheeks and pleasure her ass hole. Her pussy throbbed. It needed to be filled.

"Fill my pussy!" Laura practically screamed. She couldn't wait anymore. She needed his cock.

Luke slipped his thumb out of her ass, pulled her down onto his cock, and buried his long bare cock into her pussy with one stroke. It was all he could do not to cum when Laura pushed her hips against his and her pussy contracted around his cock. She screamed and began thrusting with the hunger of someone yearning for cum. He grabbed Laura's hips and pulled her harder onto his cock. The sex was primal and animalistic. Laura's pussy juices were dripping everywhere. Luke had sweat beading on his forehead. Laura was moaning louder with each thrust. Her hips bucked back and forth with pleasure.

"I'm not on birth control" she whispered.

"Tell me you need my cum." When Luke gave a command, Laura couldn't help but obey.

"Give me your CUM." Laura said.

"You don't sound like you mean it," Luke said.

"I want your cum!" Laura yelled, as she climaxed around his cock again.

Luke laughed.

"Not yet. Cum is for good girls."

Luke withdrew his cock, turned Laura around to face him, and stood up. He picked Laura up, and began fucking her while he held her.

"Not on birth control, huh?" He said, pensively. "A lot can happen when someone doesn't take care of themselves. He shook his head, and spread Laura's ass. He slid a finger in her asshole.

"Of course, that is your decision. If you wanted to be safe, you should have prepared for this." He began thrusting hard, deep, and against Laura's cervix. Her body responded eagerly. He was dancing that fine line between pleasure and pain, but she had always fantasized about someone holding her upright and fucking her effortlessly.

"Put me on the bar and fuck me" Laura said, finally admitting her pleasure. "If you're going to fuck me at work, at least mark my territory."

Luke lay Laura across the bar, poured some Tito's in her belly button, and licked her breasts. He drank the shot, and climbed up on the bar. He began fucking her face to face, looking her in the eye for the first time. He kissed her deeply.

"This is the best night I've had in ages." He said. "You don't do this for every guy, do you?"

Laura moaned, at the thought of giving Luke so much pleasure.

"Cum around my cock. I'm so close" Luke said.

Laura lost herself at the thought of Luke's cum deep inside of her. She came with a loud moan.

The pulsing of Laura's pussy around his cock was too much to bare. Luke unleashed rope after rope of cum deep in Laura's pussy, holding her down and spilling his seed against her cervix. He held his cock deep in her pussy as he emptied his balls.

When Luke pulled out, Laura sat up on the bar naked. Luke cleaned himself up and got ready to leave. Laura looked for her romper.

"I want to see you again." Luke said. "Come to my hotel tomorrow. I'll show you a good time. It's the least I could do for all of your help cheering me up tonight."

Laura put on her romper, and glanced around the restaurant. She didn't see anyone.

Luke left Laura his hotel room number, but no phone number. If she wanted to follow up, she would have to go in person.

After Luke left, she began closing down the bar. She wondered if any of her coworkers heard her. How could they not? But no one had come out to check on her. Maybe she was quieter than she thought"

After such an eventful shift, Laura decided she didn't really need drinks, and went home for a good night's rest. If she had courage the next day, she would be giving Luke a visit.

"Home safe! Love u <3" Laura texted Maddie when she got to the apartment. She was asleep before her head hit the pillow.