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Sherry, The Story Teller Pt. 2

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

laptop and a briefcase filled with my stories and a new one based on the story I was telling Angelo. The idea of living there was exciting and dangerous, but I was so drawn to wanting to be there and show Angelo I was not one of his sluts and could ultimately make him suffer in a way he never imagined. My desire for power over him surprised me and made my heart pound and my mind swirl. It was a busy night and, feeling energized by what was happening, really got into giving good service, kibitzing with the customers I had been serving for over a year and secretly smiled, when one asked, “So, what's new, Sherry?” and I said, “nothing much...just writing and stuff.” But inside, I was bursting with what was happening. Bursting, that is until Angelo walked in with one of the girls I had seen him with before. My bubble suddenly dissolved into a puddle. I tried swallowing but my throat tightened, stunned. When I caught my breath and approached his table, I had to pretend I didn't care. “Good evening, Angelo, would you and your date like to try the new house wine we're serving?” I was wearing my new skinny jeans and a black tank top and got the usual up and down look from him. When the busboy brought over the bread and olive oil, I stepped aside and watched him take his date's hand and nod, “Yes, we'll have the new house wine. Thank you, Sherry.” Serving him that night was torture, but being a good waitress is a performance, and I did a good job asking how everything was and did they ... need anything else, but here I was with my suitcase, laptop and shattered expectations. Now what? It was hard walking back and forth to the kitchen with him sitting with this gorgeous blonde, but I could feel his eyes on me and a few times our eyes met and I wondered, how can that jerk be flirting with me while he's with his date, but knew I was jealous and tried to shake that emotion away. Why am I jealous. What's going on? When he handed me the leather bound credit card holder and stood up to leave, he whispered, “See you later.” I didn't know what he meant until I opened up the leather holder and saw a note written on the receipt. “I want to hear the rest of the story. Come after work.” Instead of sitting down for a meal after we were finished serving and setting up for the next day, I got my suitcase, laptop and took off. No one asked why I had a suitcase but Mindy knew and her eyes again told me watch out . The door man recognized me and bowed when he opened the door. I was the only one in the elevator as it rose to the thirtieth floor, wondering about his date, would she be in his apartment, but when the door opened to Angelo's vast apartment, he greeted me with a glass of champagne and when I saw the other woman wasn't there, I wondered what happened to her, but also felt myself becoming the the woman determined to have a swanky place to stay, write and make Anglo know he had met his match. “So, are you going to let me stay here?” “I'm considering it.” He glanced down ...