Chapter 10
As she drove to work the next day, Karen pondered what idiotic, childish things Andy would do. She found herself wishing Tony would give his son the money for art school just to get him out of everybody's hair.
She turned the radio on just in time to catch a love song from a sixties group. It had been a favorite of hers when she was a child and she instinctively turned it up. She found, after a moment, and not surprisingly, that the lyrics made her think of Billy. He was so sweet, so kind, and she could see him maturing, turning into a man, before her very eyes. She only wished that he wasn't so much younger than she.
"But that doesn't matter," she decided aloud. "He's nice, he's good looking, I like him, and he likes me ... " What more was there, really?
As she pulled into the parking lot of the restaurant, her thoughts went to the time she and Billy had spent in bed. He had been a very good lover, actually, a little too eager, but that was understandable, considering that it was the first time he had ever encountered a wet pussy. Karen was glad she had been his first, and she found herself wondering what it would be like to have him for a steady lover-even to live with him someday.
She decided she would like it very much as she parked her car and saw his thin, handsome figure through the window of the restaurant, bent over a table, efficiently clearing it off.
She checked her appearance in her rear-view mirror, decided she looked about the same as usual-cute, but not beautiful-and climbed out of her small sports car, gathering her purse and uniform into her arms. She locked the door and made her way toward the restaurant.
"Karen, how you doing?" Billy asked when she entered the air-conditioned building.
"Fine. Hey, you look a lot better than yesterday."
"It's not possible to look worse." He loaded the last of the dishes of the table he was clearing off into the tray he used and began to wipe it clean with a rag. "You're not going to believe Andy, Karen," he said.
"I think I can believe just about anything that creep does,'" she replied.
"I don't think so. The guy's a regular Pollyanna all of a sudden."
"You're right-I don't believe it."
"Really, he is. He's practically a joy to work with -all smiles and jokes, a nice word to everybody-he even apologized to me for the things he said, well, you know ..."
Karen pondered the news for a moment, then said, "It's the calm before the storm. The stillness before the Indians attack. They eye of a hurricane. The-" "I don't think so." Billy began to laugh and said, "I love you, Scarlet, but I must get these dishes to the kitchen."
"Frankly, Billy," she began, but he was gone before she could finish the line.
It surprised her how calmly he had told her he loved her. He had said it last night when she drove him home, but a part of her hadn't been certain if he meant it-he might have been just a little punchy from the beating he had taken.
Did he mean it now?
Don't worry about it, Karen, she told herself. If he means it, he means it. If he doesn't, he doesn't. She didn't like to think about the second possibility.
She made her way toward the kitchen, thinking of the young boy who had said he loved her, and it wasn't until she entered the kitchen and saw Andy washing dishes that she remembered him and what Billy had said about him.
"Hi, Karen, how are you this lovely day?"
"Huh?"
"You're looking good, so you must feel fine-right?"
She looked at the young boy for a moment, then said, "You're going to art school, right?"
"Huh? Art school?"
"Yeah, remember? Painting? Drawing?"
"No, I'm not going to art school-what made you think I was?" He turned his back to her and went about the task of separating silverware.
She slipped out the rear door of the kitchen, giving Andy one last, bemused look, and made her way past the male employee's rest room on her way to the dressing room. As she was walking past the lady's rest room the door swung open and a young girl scampered out, smashing into Karen, almost knocking her into the opposite wall.
"Oh, gee . . . I'm really sorry ..." the girl said. "Hey, it's okay," Karen said, "nothing's broken too badly." Karen eyed the young girl's uniform. "Is this your first day?"
"Yeah." The young girl pointed to her name tag and said, "My name's Andrea."
"I kind of figured that."
"Oh, yeah-I guess it says it right there."
There was a moment of silence while Karen thought of something to say. She had found that it always helps to get off on a good foot with somebody you're going to be working with. "How do you like it here?" she asked.
The girl smiled-beamed, actually-and said, "I love it! I've always wanted to work in a restaurant, and the people are ..." She glanced toward the kitchen, and the look in her eye was one that Karen knew well. "The people are really wonderful . . . " "Oh? Anybody in particular?"
"Well, I like Andy a lot-you know, the dishwasher ..."
"Yeah, I know him."
"He's been really nice to me ... " Karen decided that this cute, tiny teenager with the face of a nymphet was the reason why Andy was in such good spirits. Had he fallen in love?
"You say you like the restaurant business?" Karen asked her.
"Oh, yes. It's really fascinating."
"Did Andy tell you his father owns this restaurant?" "I had no idea! You're kidding ..." "Nope."
"Wow, that's really great. He'll probably own a restaurant of his own someday, then. If not this one, then he'll probably start up somewhere on his own."
"Probably."
"That really is great ..." "Yeah, well, I have to get dressed." "Okay-I'll see you around." -"Sure thing."
Karen made her way to the dressing room and quickly began to change into her skimpy uniform.
Andy was an angel for the day. Sweet as could be, actually, and Karen was surprised at how smooth the first part of the day went. She even decided to take her lunch break with Andy and Andrea, something which, only twenty-four hours earlier, she would have thought an impossibility.
They were in the tiny lunchroom off the kitchen where the employees ate. Andy and Andrea sat together on one side of the table, and Karen noticed that there wasn't enough room between their touching thighs to insert a piece of notebook paper.
"Karen was telling me that your dad owns this restaurant," Andrea said.
"Oh, she did? Yeah, he does."
"You're probably really interested in the food business, then-huh, Andy?"
"Well, yeah, you could say that ..."
"Do you want to own one someday?"
"Oh sure-who wouldn't?"
Karen decided that Andy wasn't all that interested in painting; his father was right.
Andy and Andrea grew silent all of a sudden, and when Andy's hand disappeared beneath the table she was quite certain where it was headed. It made her exceedingly horny, wondering what he was doing to her under the table-was his hand was only resting chastely upon her knee, or was he slowly sliding it up her skirt and down her silk stockings to get into her panties?
This horny feeling that swept through her made her think of Billy. She couldn't wait for the day to end so she could take Billy to her place and fuck him and suck him all night long.
"Hey," she said after a moment, "it's about time for us to get back to work, you two."
"Huh?" Andy mumbled around a mouthful of food.
"Yeah, we have about five minutes to go-I think I'll start a little early; Tony loves it whenever one of us does that." She grinned at the two who were too busy looking into each other's eyes to even pay attention to what she was saying.
The rest of the day went well; Andy was wonderfully sweet, Andrea proved to be a competent waitress, even though this was the first time she had ever done it, and the flirtatious looks that passed between Karen and Billy were enough to make Karen's panties wet.
There were only five minutes left in her workday when things became unusually quiet and Tony beckoned to her from where he stood behind the cash register.
"Yeah, Tony?"
"Yes, Karen, would you get my tool set out of my desk?"
"Sure, which drawer?"
"The bottom one on the left. This damn register is screwing up on me again." "Okay, be back in a second."
She made her way through the kitchen, nodding to the dishwasher who came on after Andy, and passed through the hallway without seeing anyone else. When she passed the dressing room she thought she heard voices from within, but she wasn't really sure so she paid it no mind.
When she entered Tony's office, something didn't seem quite right to her. She thought about it for a moment, casually gazing around the room, but could not pick out the thing in the room which seemed different to her. It's probably nothing, she thought, and went over to Tony's desk to get his tools.
When she slid open the drawer of the desk she found, much to her surprise, a pair of suction cups sitting on the tool box. They were some kind of sex device, she decided-stick the suction cup on a girl's wet cunt and then pull it off. She found herself wondering what it would feel like.
She looked around the room again and decided that the suction cups weren't for making a girl cum in a weird way. Not at all. Her gaze was steadily fixed on a piece of the wood paneling on the wall . . .
That was what had caught her attention-or, at least, the attention of her subconscious. The sheet of paneling was slightly out of square and kicked out the better part of an inch at the bottom.
Wasn't that about where the mirror was on the other side of the wall in the dressing room? But why should that mean anything to me? she thought.
Then it came to her. How had Tony known, that first day at work, that she was so horny she was about to bust? And he had known. She thought about it some and realized that he had been fully confident that his pass would end up in a score. And now Karen believed she was about to figure out the reason why.
She removed the suction cups from the desk drawer and, quickly stepping across the room, stuck them on the mysterious section of paneling. Then she pulled.
Tony had a two-way mirror built into the wall between his office and the girl's dressing room! That was why he insisted the girls dress at work-so he could satisfy his voyeuristic impulses! And that was how he had known that Karen was so horny!
The mirror came as quite a surprise to her-so much of a surprise that what was going on in the dressing room at that very moment almost seemed anti-climactic. Andy and Andrea were in the dressing room fucking as hard as they could on the floor. My God, she thought, those two are really going at it.
They were in the standard missionary position, and their hips were almost a blur as they bounced up and down together in a perfect rhythm. Andrea's arms were wrapped tightly around Andy's back and her mouth was open and mouthing words which Karen couldn't make out.
The horniness which had been growing in Karen all day long was becoming almost unbearable. She dropped her hand down between her slightly spread legs and began to rub her pussy through the fabric of her uniform.
Andrea's head was bobbing about insanely now, and she looked over at the mirror for a moment, staring intently at the image of her and Andy. After a moment she set about kissing the young dishwasher on his mouth, face, and neck, laving him with hot, wet kisses. He said something to her which made her smile, but the smile quickly transformed into a sneer of passion which Karen knew was the look of someone who was about to cum . . .
"Hey, Karen, Tony wants those tools!"
Karen quickly turned to look at Billy, her fingers still pressing hard through her uniform to rub her pussy.
"What the hell-" he began, but then he noticed the two-way mirror and what was happening on the other side of it.
"Billy," Karen murmured, "I need you so bad . . . " "Huh?"
She practically ran at him, embracing him tightly. She began to rub her tits against his chest and it wasn't long before she felt his cock grow and press into her pelvis.
"The tools ..." he managed to say.
"Forget 'em, just fuck me ... " "No ..."
"Yes ..."
He used his greater strength to push her away from him. "I said no, Karen. I'll get the tools to Tony-otherwise he'll come back to see what's going on in here." He kissed her once, then said, "I'll be back, love." He got the tools out of the desk and was suddenly gone.
Karen closed the door and then quickly began to make the bed. She glanced once at the two young lovers and saw that they were still fucking away, only much more slowly than they had been.
When the bed was all made, Karen set about removing her uniform. When it was over her head she heard the door of the office open.
"Billy," she murmured.
"And friends," Tony said.