I sat down at a table in the corner and settled in to watch the show.
“I’m just going to watch you for a while, see how you handle the customers.”
“No pressure or anything, huh?” she teased.
“Don’t be nervous,” I shrugged, my eyes glued to the outline of her nipples poking under her shirt. I longed to suck one into my mouth. I wondered what she sounded like when she gasped. If she liked her nipples bitten. “You’ve done great so far. Let me know if you have any questions.”
“Thank you, West,” she replied, turning away and heading over to the nearest group of customers. The table was occupied by a group of Warner Brothers studio executives that could change Rosie’s life in a second if they took a liking to her. I wondered if she was an actress, a singer, a model maybe? With those legs, she could be a dancer, too. I brazenly trailed my eyes all over her body as she worked, her captivating smile and graceful movements having me imagining what her mouth would feel like wrapped around my cock.
“Rosie,” I called out.
She walked over, her hips swaying seductively with each step toward me. I forced the breath from my lungs.
What the fuck was wrong with me? I was completely enthralled.
“Yes, West?” she asked, batting her eyes.
I am going to fuck this hell out of this woman, I thought.
Hard.
Long.
Deep.
I couldn’t wait to taste her.
“The couple in the right corner need attention,” I said.
“Attention?” she asked, her brow raising slightly, as she scanned the room. “Of course, right away.”
Her immediate obedience turned me on.
Honestly, it was me that needed attention. More importantly, it was my cock that needed her attention, but we’d get there. As she walked away, I stared at her ass, so round and full it invoked thoughts of drilling her from behind, my cock buried deep inside it.
As I watched her work the room, my desire for her grew. I’ve had hundreds of encounters with women, even a few men scattered in for exploration’s sake, and my instant attraction to Rosie was rare for me. I was more of a slow burn kind of guy, but my cock seemed to have other ideas today.
After a few minutes, she walked by my table on her way across the room. I reached out and grabbed her hand, pulling her close. Surprised, she stopped and looked at me expectantly.
“Yes?”
“You’re doing a great job, Rosie.”
“Thanks, West. Can I get you something? I can’t believe I didn’t ask earlier, what was I thinking?”
“Sit down,” I said, spreading my legs. She looked down at my lap, then looked at the empty seat across the table from me.
“Here,” I gestured, pointing to my open thighs. “It’s easier to talk.”
“Sure,” she said, giggling a little as she sat down on my lap, her thighs between mine. The brush of her body against me had my cock throbbing painfully in an effort to get closer to her.
I reached up and tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. Her thick red lips parted slightly, sucking in just a little. A glimpse of her tongue between her lips left me reeling. I wanted to lick it, suck it, pull it into my mouth and swirl my tongue around it.
“You’re fucking beautiful, you know that, right?”
“West, you’re too kind,” she said. If the lights weren’t flashing red, I may have seen her blush.
“Why do you want this job?” I asked.