Carnal Campus Courses and Off Campus Fun (Closed for Evolutions)

[CarnivalBarker]

Danielle straightened her hair and sighed as the phone rang for the hundredth time, it seemed. She looked at it and noticed it was once again her boyfriend Barrett.

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"You know I'm working," she said in the direction of the phone, not moving to answer it. "Why do you keep calling?" Her tone was matter of fact and rhetorical. She was certain he wanted to go to dinner or to a game of some sort and, at times, he expected her to drop anything she was doing to be with him. Having spent the night at his apartment two nights earlier, she figured he could make do for a few hours. She finished getting ready and pulled on some tall, strappy boots. She modeled them in front of her floor length mirror and wondered if her feet would hurt if she wore them. Tonight, she was assigned only a four hour shift at the waitress stand of Cutterly's, a rather upscale steakhouse with a loungey vibe about thirty minutes outside of campus. The restaurant featured an expensive menu, but also a club level bar where many of the city's elite gathered, often to avoid their wives, their significant other-than-their-wives, or any number of other responsibilities. It was not the priciest, or richest crowd, but the people that came and went did well enough that when Danielle waited tables, she could take home a couple hundred a night. As hostess, it might be forty dollars at most.

When she was satisfied she looked ready, she took a selfie and sent it to Barrett, for the first time responding to the calls he'd been making for the past hour. He was a great guy, but a bit needy and a bit needy for her taste, but they had dated consistently, if not exclusively, for the better part of their freshman year and some over the summer. She had gone home to Texas for the break, and now returned to the more temperate beach and party city where campus was. Only two weeks into the semester of her sophomore year, she wondered if maybe she should look for a different boyfriend. However, she seemed to be unable to think of anyone on her horizon.

How do I look? Her text said. Working until ten. Will call you after.

Moments later she left the confines of her condo apartment, headed to her car, and made her way to work.

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The kitchen staff hooted and made comments until the manager calmed them down and put an end to their harassment. However, Danielle never minded such things and would not dress like she did if it bothered her. Once she checked in, she made her way to the hostess stand and relieved the little girl who had the day shift. The girl could not have been over seventeen. Probably a rookie. Dany had been waiting tables since she was 16 and felt this to be a demotion.

"I got it," she told the girl, saying nothing more in her dismissal. She proceeded to seat three couples in the next forty five minutes before sighing and expecting it to be a slow night. There were a few scattered groups of men in the bar, but the bartender didn't seem to need any help. She looked over the table chart to see the restaurant nearly empty. She texted Barrett again, annoyed that he never responded the first time she texted.

I may get cut early tonight. She waited several minutes and got no response, stuffing her phone under the stand. She was bored already. She hated Monday night shifts.

 

[Evolutions]

“Don't worry Doll, I'll be back before things get too heavy.” Said the man as he gave the young woman a slap on her ass, which promptly made her jump and squeal. “You're fucking kidding me...” Groaned William as he pulled out the ear buds and turned away from the small screen to look out the window. The light still had over two hours left before he'd be back on American soil, and at that point they were too high up in the air for William to even get a good view of the ocean. He turned away from the window and tilted his head back, closing his eyes and deciding to take a nap for the rest of the flight.

He 42 year old was returning from a 3 month trip to Australia. His business was branching out, and while he could have easily sent one of his executives to set things up on the other end of the globe, William was the kind of man who took his work very seriously. He treated his business almost like a second child. Or more specifically William treated his work as a parent SHOULD treat his child. William had spent more time with his business than he had with his own son, or wife. That wasn't to say that he loved either of them less, more that William was a workaholic by nature, and as such his philosophy found a way to reflect just that. In his mind his wife and son weren't going anywhere, the business world however was like the ocean, not something you want to turn your back on.

William was a perfect provider for his wife and son, however he was far from a perfect father and a husband. His work drew him away from his family, sometimes for months at a time, and as a result William had his own sexual conquests on the side. None that his wife ever knew about, though she must have suspected. It was one of those things where his wife had most likely weighed the pros and cons and ultimately decided that life as William's wife was better than being a divorcee with whatever amount of settlement she got. William kept his indiscretions separate, and his wife seemed happy enough to live a pampered life where she could be a woman of leisure who doesn't have to work.

“Mr. Hill? Sir? We've landed” The female voice said as William was nudged on the shoulder. The plane had already landed by the time William opened his eyes, first class having already emptied out as he smiled at the cute flight attendant. She had a wedding band on her ring finger though in William's opinion she was far too young and attractive to be pinned down to just one man. “I could definitely get used to waking up to you” Said William with a smile, making the innuendo very clear. “Well... I don't think my other half would ever get used to THAT!” Said Allison with a soft laugh, she'd been a stewardess for a few years at that point, and she was used to being hit on. That wasn't to say that Allison didn't enjoy it, more than that she had her own fun every so often. Though for Allison it was more of a guilty pleasure, something she indulged in once every three of four months. William unbuckled himself from the seat as he stood up. He moved onto the isle, bridging the gap between himself and Allison before she could move out the way.

First class was still empty so they had a little bit of privacy, and if things did get out of hand all Allison had to do was raise her voice just a little. However panic wasn't exactly what Allison was feeling in that moment. Their bodies were close however they weren't yet touching. When it came to women, William was a man who knew very quickly what he wanted, and a cute young thing like Allison was almost perfect for him. He leaned in a little closer, just enough to where his lips were hovering over hers, enough to be close enough to invade her personal space, with an air of danger around them, and at the same time William didn't make a move to touch her. His eyes remained locked onto hers as he reached into his jacket and pulled something out. His hand moved over to her shoulder, very gently moving down her arm until his hand slid his business card into hers. “I have a private jet that I use when I'm state side.. Which is most of the year round. The hours are a lot friendlier and I'm sure I pay A LOT more than you're making here.... Think about it... And get back to me.” William said as he slid his arm around Allison's waist, though just enough to move her to the side as he walked past her.

The airport was a nightmare as usual, and it took him almost twenty minutes before he was able to check out completely. His driver was waiting in the limo out front. “Home, Sir?” Asked the driver. “Not just yet Trevor, I didn't tell Cher that I caught an early flight. 15 hours with nothing but airline food is atrocious. What's close?” Asked William. “Uhh.. There's a Steakhouse not too far off. I think its 5 minutes off campus? Looooots of college girls” Said Trevor, who had been with William Hill long enough to know what he liked. “Fuck it.. I could go for some steak.” Said William. Trevor looked up at the rear view mirror and gave his boss a nod as he pulled off the highway.

 

[CarnivalBarker]

By 8pm, the sun had sunk low in the sky, casting a reaching orange glow across the land, and throwing a golden shade across the main floor of the restaurant through the glazed glass windows that surrounded the room. Occasionally the clink of a fork against a plate, or a glass against another, would break the low murmur of conversations that filled the air, bringing something that could be called noise, though it never quite rose to anything described by that term. Danielle chatted with the waiters each time she sat a new table, then otherwise remained at her hostess stand. She was always entertained by the variety of the crowd at Cutterly's. There was always a thick block of oilies and their wives, all ready to spend whatever amount they needed to indulge their taste for flesh and wine. The oilies ran in packs, three or four at a table of seven or eight, incessantly discussing their latest deal in some far away drilling patch that would pay them seven or eight figures. The more subdued tables were filled with normal folks, working class types who were never going to be regulars - men who had saved enough money to take their wives out for an anniversary dinner or maybe a family of four who would rather spend extra on food for the whole brood at a nice place rather than fund an overpaid babysitter. Then there was always a surprisingly healthy smattering of students, couples her age that were somehow able to scratch together enough money to load up at the bar, enjoy a nice dinner, and order dessert every time, typically on their way to a club somewhere closer to campus. The entertainment came from watching the college boys eye the oilies, wondering how they could find their lifestyle, while the oil men gazed at the college girls, no doubt imagining a time they could get between their legs. People watching always made the night go faster.

Buuuuuuurrrrrrrr!!!!! The low buzz of the phone on the hostess stand broke Danielle from the show.

"Cutterly's," she said, turning her attention to the entrance and away from the restaurant floor.

"I would like to call-ahead for one, please," the voice on the other end said.

"Okay," Dani began. "We don't have a wait, but I can take a name, and then there are always single and two-tops available in the bar," she offered.

"Please put down a reservation for Hill," the voice replied.

"Okay, Mr. Hill, we have you down." The girl wrote the name at the top of the seating chart, noticing it was the only reservation they had. It was Tuesday, after all. l

"Mr. Hill will be there in twenty minutes." Dani paused, interested that the person on the phone was referring to the single reservation now in the third person.

"Okay," she said. "Thank you." She hung up the phone, making no further thought about the odd circumstance of someone calling in a reservation for one for someone else. Turning her attention back to the always eclectic crowd, she figured it could mean anything.

Vrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrbbbbtttt!!!! Dani's phone vibrated on the hostess stand's single shelf underneath the main platform, and she reached down to see what the alert meant, seeing instantly that she had a text. She opened it and then looked around making sure nobody was near to see the photo of an erect penis filling the screen of the phone in her hands. She shut it off instantly and stowed it back under the hostess stand, rolling her eyes.

Such a boy, she thought with a huge sigh. Sometimes she felt like Barrett would never grow up.