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Sherry, The Story Teller Pt. 2

Date: 10/11/2015, Categories: Straight Sex, Author: Sisyphus, Rating: 2, Source: LushStories

bulging in his red bikini shorts as if tempting me. The sight immediately got me tingling and I swallowed, trying to ignore what was happening. “I bet you say that to all of your waitresses. I've seen how you look at the waitresses at Rosie's even when you're with one of your slut girl friends. Guys like you are jerks. I ignore guys like you.” “Yeah, but I see where you're looking, miss.” “So what. Don't think showing me your ammunition is going to get you in this waitress's pants.” Finding us suddenly role playing was unexpected, but I could see this could be fun. Would I be able to control him? And what about me? I turned on the water and started washing the dishes, ignoring him. He came to the sink and stood behind me and put his arms around my waist and pushed himself against my ass. I bucked him away. “Listen, mister, I've got work to do.” “Yeah, well, I'm a hungry customer. I'd like some service around here.” “Sorry. I'm closing up shop. I want to get these dishes done so I can get out of here.” “ But I want something more to eat.” He turned me around and got down on his knees and I knew what he wanted to eat, but I placed my fingers on his chin, lifting his eyes to meet my eyes. “Sorry, mister, the kitchen is closed. Now how about leaving so I can get out of here.” Then I stopped the role playing. “Listen Angelo, let me finish up here, then go and get my stuff and I'll come back after work tonight and you can hear the rest of my story.” He huffed and stood up. ... “Sherry, I didn't say you could stay here.” “I saw how my story got to you, last night. Don't you want that to happen again and we can add a little more role playing to the story if you want. Tell you what--if my story tonight doesn't make you hot, I'll pack up my stuff and leave.” “Okay, one more night.” “Cool,” I said. “You're a smart man and a good looking one. This will be fun.” At work, as soon I showed up, the other waitresses wanted to know what happened when I left with Angelo and I told them I had fun, we messed around and said, I'm going to be staying there. “You are!” Carrie said, shocked. “Are you crazy?” Molly asked. Mindy took me aside while we folding napkins. “I'm worried about you, Sherry. He's a cruel man.” “ I have everything under control. I have to get out of my house and he's got a really cool apartment and I want to teach him a lesson. Nothing I don't want to have happen, will happen.” She gave me that look, then said, “I hope you know what you're doing, but I won't be surprised if I see you bruised like Renee and you quit working here to stay away from him.” “ I'll be fine, Mindy. I know what I'm doing.” I tried sounding strong, but a part of me wasn't so sure and realized how strong he looked, what good shape he was in and I'm a little over five feet tall. I asked myself, Why am I doing this? Maybe I don't know what I'm doing. I had my suitcase with a few changes of clothes—some for work, but a few for our evenings of story telling and role playing. I had my ...