Page 4 of They Call Me Dom

It wasFriday night at Lucid’s, and money moved all around me. I was back in a different pair of my eight-inch pumps. They were powder pink with a clear cover over my toes and clear strap around my ankle. My pumps matched the long sleeve, pleated, super-mini dress I wore that revealed my ass cheeks and titties. On weekends, I dressed as sexy as I could. The sexier I looked, the more tips I earned. I moved through the crowd, bypassing all the horny niggas, with a tray filled with drinks and food. I’d worked here for four years, and I was a pro at this shit. I made it to a booth filled with college guys. They were regulars. I guess the girls on their campus didn’t pay them much attention. Iwouldn’t say they were nerds, but they definitely looked like the studious type instead of athletes.

“Alright, boys. I got a round of shots, five beer mugs, wings, fries, and the Lucid’s Titty special. Who’s the lucky guy?” I probed.

They all looked at one guy in Harry Potter glasses and a black denim jacket with a white shirt underneath. He had long individual braids and pretty brown eyes. The little cutie raised his hand.

“I just got accepted into law school, so my friends decided to treat me,” he confessed.

“Congratulations, handsome. Would you like your special now or later?” I quizzed, casually rubbing my fingers through his hair then down his neck. He shivered under my touch, and that pulled a smirk from me.

“Now!” a couple of his friends answered in unison for him.

I looked back at him. “What’s it going to be, honey?”

“N-Now,” he answered, stumbling over his reply.

“You got it, handsome.”

With haste, I snatched down the front of my dress. My pierced nipples were covered by light-pink pasties. I removed his glasses and set them down gently. His horny crew looked on in excitement as I gripped his head and shimmied my breasts all over his face. He pumped his fist in the air, and his friends cheered loudly. I smeared my girls over every area of his face then released him. His face was now covered in glitter from my body oil. He and his friends continued to cheer as I fixed my clothing. I looked up to see the lady cop in a booth two seats away from theirs. She stared at me lustfully. When she noticed I looked at her, she quickly looked down at her menu. I turned back to the boys.

“Good luck in law school, handsome.”

I sauntered away with the tray as I heard them excitedly chatting about me. It was funny how I had made their nights. That little act had just earned me five hundred dollars. Those little college boys must have had some bread. I walked until I stopped in front of the pretty lady. She looked to be about five nine with skin like cocoa that held a light sheen. She had pretty, round brown eyes with full lips. She wore a big bun on top of her head, and her physique was so toned that she looked athletic like a hooper. Her wedding band was on her finger, so I coached my hormones to relax. The pretty lady cop was already taken.

“Good evening, beautiful. I’ll be your server for tonight. Can I start you off with something to drink?”

“Hey, love, and yes. I’ll take a long island iced peach tea and spicy chicken alfredo with the house salad,” she answered.

I wrote it down on my pad then looked at her. She hadn’t taken her eyes off me since I walked up. I smirked. If she wasn’t married, I’d put this pussy all in her face tonight.

“What kind of dressing would you like?”

“Whichever vinaigrette dressing you like.”

She made me smile again. “My favorite is the raspberry vinaigrette.”

“Then I’ll have that,” she confirmed.

“Cool. Coming right up.” I winked at her then walked away.

I probably shouldn’t have flirted with her, but I couldn’t help it. She was just too damn pretty not to flirt with. I strolled to the bar and placed her food order in the kitchen. I turned to the bartender, Sam.

“Can I get a long island iced peach tea, please?”

“Coming right up, beautiful,” he responded.

I chuckled at him then waited as he made her drink. My eyes danced over to the pretty lady cop. She watched the game on the big screen while I watched her. I chewed on the cap of my favorite pen. Everything about her seemed to fascinate me. Shegave me a dominant vibe, but she kept to herself. I’d probably only know if I was close to her.

“Orders up, Dom.”

I snapped out of my perusal of her. “Thanks, Sam.”

I took her drink and grabbed a fresh basket of chips for her then headed to her table. I didn’t know how she heard my heels in this loud ass place, but her head quickly swiveled in my direction. There was a slight smirk on her glossed lips, and that made my heartbeat pick up. I wanted to taste her something bad.

“Here you go. I brought you some chips to snack on before your food is ready.”

“Thank you. That was thoughtful of you.”

I blushed, trying to hide my dimples, but it was no use.

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