Chapter 2

"Yes, I'll have the soup and salad-blue cheese dressing-and just water to drink," the cute young guy with all the muscles said.

"Would you like anything else, Sir?" Karen asked.

He smiled at her and it was one of those smiles which always brought her to her knees. "Your phone number, Miss."

She smiled back and said, "It's not on the menu."

He shrugged his shoulders and said, "Well, such is life I suppose."

"It can be a drag at times." She went to deliver his order and pick up for table seven. She passed Joyce, one of the older waitresses, whom she liked very much. Joyce had quite a figure for one pushing forty, and Karen had to admit that she looked just as nice as any of the other, younger, waitresses.

Joyce smiled and winked at her and said, "I wish that guy was at my station."

He is cute, Karen thought, but made no reply to Joyce.

"Yeah," she went on, "he is quite a good-looking young man. I'd give him my phone number if I were you."

"I might just do that."

She took another order, poured some coffee, picked up a nice tip, and helped Billy, the young, shy busboy, clear a table before the cook poured her customer's soup. Kurt, the huge, Prussian cook, was a whiz at getting the hard orders out fast, but he seemed to take an awful long time on something as simple as pouring a cup of soup.

At least it gave her time to help Billy, she thought to herself. BilLy was utterly fascinating to her. Billy was young and had the looks of a professional model, but for some reason was very, very shy around every girl he came into contact with. Without understanding why, Karen found herself trying to flirt with him. It certainly wasn't because she was fascinated with the quiet type; quite the contrary, she liked the extroverted, outgoing man who made all the moves. "How's it going, Billy?" "Fine, Karen."

Two words-that seemed to be Billy's maximum. "Are they working you hard?" "Not really."

It drove her batty, trying to start a conversation with this young Greek god who was frightened out of his pants by the sight of a girl.

"So how's your sex life, Bill?" she asked while carrying one of the full bus pans back to the kitchen with him.

He turned a very deep red and could think of nothing to say to her except, "Uh, thank you for helping me, Karen."

"More than two words, I can't believe it!" She pecked him on the forehead and said, "Think nothing of it, Billy. You scratch my back, I'll scratch yours."

He turned red again and Karen went to pick up the cute young man's soup. When she took it to him, she quickly made out his check and on the back wrote: "Come again, Karen," and followed that with her phone number.

The rest of her time before her lunch break went somewhat less dramatically, except for her occasional flirtations with Billy. When lunchtime did come, she found that Joyce was taking her break at the same time. They sat at a vacant table and broke open their sack lunches.

"Did you give him your phone number?" Joyce asked her.

Karen nodded and gave the older woman a quick smile. "He sure as hell was a cute guy. And did you see those shoulders on him? He must have been a football player or something. Has he ever stopped in here before?"

"Not that I've noticed. And if he had, I surely would have noticed."

"Yeah, I can see why." She took a bite of her tuna fish sandwich and said, "That Billy is pretty nice looking himself."

Joyce nodded. "The kid's just too damn shy, that's all." She chuckled. "When he first started working here, I tried to get a thing going with him-I mean, how many people do you run across who look like Errol Flynn and Robert Redford combined? But if I had wanted to get him in bed, I would have had to knock him out and tie him down. He's a weird bird, that's for damn sure."

"I think he's just shy," Karen said, finishing off half of her sandwich. "He's a virgin, no doubt, and he's just a little bit afraid of girls."

There was silence for a moment and then Joyce looked at Karen with a strange shine in her eyes. "Are you afraid of girls, honey?"

Karen didn't quite know what to say, but she felt a familiar warmth well up in her cunt. "I don't think I know what you mean, Joyce."

"Then I'll have to make my meaning more clear." She stood up, holding the rest of her sack lunch. "We have twenty-five minutes left before we have to get back to work, and I'm going to spend it in the dressing room eating my tasty little piece of chocolate cream pie. You're more than welcome to join me."

Karen watched Joyce's hourglass figure as she walked away from her, and when she thought of how they would eat that chocolate pie her cunt grew unbearably hot and itchy. She found herself wondering what a pussy would taste like, what pussy and chocolate pie would taste like.

She quickly stuffed the rest of her sandwich in her paper bag and headed for the dressing room.