His Obsession (Closed)

[NightlyDelirium]

Thatguydave: So u think u can do that for me baby?

Amilyn pursed her lips to the side and looked up off screen for a moment, as if giving the question some thought. She already knew the answer, but the wait was part of the game. In her short experience with this sort of interactive web modeling, she quickly realized that a little teasing, and a little cat and mouse style of playful flirting brought her just as much income as some of the girls who sat around completely nude. Granted, the money didn't come in nearly as quickly, but she did have her ways of bringing it in steadily.

Thatguydave: Well??

At the soft notification sound, bright eyes turned back towards her webcam. "I'll tell you what," the corners of her mouth turned up into a small playful smile. "If you really want to see me all dressed up for you, then you have to make a donation big enough for me to go buy said outfit. I'm made of a lot of amazing things, but money isn't one of them."

That was one of the ways she always favored. Many of her fans would often make a request for pictures or a video of her dressed up, usually in a specific style of lingerie, or in some sort of stereotyped fantasy outfit. Thatguydave was no exception to the rule. He made a request for a photoset in a school girl outfit and glasses. It was a very common request, and one she had fulfilled many times... But, no one needed to know that.

Sitting back on her heels, Amilyn watched the screen intently as the man on the other side began to type, stopped then began type again. For a few fleeting moments, she wondered just the man was going to come back with, but that was very short lived. As 'Thatguydave is typing' continued to blink on her chat screen, her phone buzzed beside her.

The petite girl moved carefully to silence the timer, then looked back to the screen and fronted a small pout. "Sorry, handsome. It looks like our time is up. It was fun though. Hope to see you again sometime soon." Ami blew the camera a playful kiss goodbye and signed out of the videocall before the man even sent his response. He paid for a 15 minute call, and that was all he was going to get, no matter the situation.

Lifting and running a hand back through her hair, she glanced at the clock on her nightstand. 11:25pm. The night was still young, and there was still money to make.

"Hmmm." She hummed softly as she rose to a kneeling position on her bed, and looked down to the two sleeping dogs, who laid on the floor beside her. "Who wants to go outside?" She asked excitedly, smiling as both heads popped up as if they had simply been waiting for her to ask. "Do you? Do you want to go outside?" The two dogs responded by scrambiling to their feet on the hardwood floor, and running torwads the door. First the corgi, then the lab, followed by Amilyn's bare feet padding along behind them. Grabbing her pink jacket off the back of the couch, she shrugged it on over her tanktop and boyshort, as if it would keep her warm in the cool night, before opening the door and letting her pups out into the front yard.

 

[WildBill2015]

Rick sat on a swing in the darkness of the park's playground, ignoring the cold as his body trembled lightly. Obsession was keeping him warm this early February night.

He'd been watching the front door of the four story apartment building since before sundown. It was now half an hour to midnight. He considered giving up again when he saw the front door of the building open. The object of his desires emerged...

With the dogs. Fuck.

Rick knew she had mutts, of course. It was part of how he'd found her in the first place. During his four months of enjoying and paying big bucks to view her modeling, the two dogs had occasionally shown themselves in the background of her webcam shot, usually for just a second or two. For another big chunk of change, Rick's hacker friend had detected, isolated, and narrowed Amilyn's ISP to this neighborhood.

After that, it had simply been a matter of Rick walking the neighborhood every few days with pictures of similar dogs, claiming to have lost them. Sure enough, one day an oblivious elderly neighbor had laughed, "How coincidental. My neighbor has two dogs just like yours."

"Yes, how coincidental," Rick had said with a smile and a hardening cock. He'd followed the neighbor back to Amilyn's building, and now -- the third night -- was watching her follow behind the dogs as they headed into the dark park for a sprinkle and a shit. He murmured to himself aa he stood to leave, "Fucking dogs."



RickTheDick: Did you buy it?

Just as so many of her regulars did, Rick had paid money to her online account for the purchase of a sexy outfit with which to act out a role he'd been creating for her. He'd paid for many outfits thus far, probably the reason why she always took his call if she was online. He wasn't an idiot, of course: he knew she probably had a closet full of such costumes that she used again and again, pocketing the money they gave her in additional to her minutely fee. But Rick didn't care. He would have bought Amilyn a Saks Fifth Avenue collection if it meant having her one day.

Rick had known Amilyn would be online tonight after midnight, of course. Hell, he'd watched her reentering the apartment building, now in the comfort of his car, sitting on the nearby corner. The dogs were the only thing keeping him from approaching the redheaded beauty this very night. He would have to find her apart from them or he would have to deal with them.

After she'd reentered the building, he'd watched for a light to turn on, giving him her apartment as well as her building. He immediately connected to her, wanting to ensure he got to her first.

RickTheDick: Put it on.

 

[NightlyDelirium]

"Goodness." Amilyn shivered as she closed the door to her apartment. The temperature had dropped several degrees since that last time she went out, and in the midst of her playing online, she managed to forget that it was indeed still February. With goosebumbs prickling her fair skin, she turned on a small lamp near the entrance of her place, then moved to lock the door behind her.

Her one bedroom apartment was rather decently sized, very comfortable living space for her and her four-legged babies, but a little pricy for the young waitress. A few months ago, when she was happily living with her most recent ex, things were great... But, after the breakup, the heartbroken redhead was once again smacked with reality when she realized that tips were not enough to make ends meet. That was roughly about the same time she learned that there was money to be made right from the comfort of her own bed. She wasn't naive enough to think what she was doing was respectable, but she took small comfort in the fact that she didn't go nearly as far as some of the other webcam girls did. Besides, it was either this, or moving back home to her parents house, which in her mind was out of the question. They were already a little miffed with the fact that she moved in with some guy before getting married, and if she went back home now, she would never hear the end of it.

Drawing in a breath, she quietly returned to the comfort of her bedroom. As she did, a familiar sound rang out. Sitting on the edge of her bed, she turn her laptop and couldn't help the small smile that found its way onto her lips as she read the short messages. Rickthedick was one of the regulars who kept her funds up. He alone had paid for many of her outfits, and many of her girly creature comforts, which was why she responded any chance she could.

Rawrkitty: Yes, I did! This one was fun to pick out.
RawrKitty: Give me just a second to shimmy into it for you.

Excited, Amilyn wasted no time as she stripped and bounced over to her closet to put on her latest outfit. It was one of his more playful suggestions, but that only made it more fun for her. And, when she had fun, Rickthedick always benefited from it.

Before long, Amilyn was all dolled up in a fun little red riding hood costume with loose pigtails, thighhigh stockings and pumps. Climbing on to her bed, she kneeled in front of her screen and grinned despite the fact that he couldn't see her yet.

RawrKitty: Alright, Sir.
RawrKitty: So, are you gonna call me, or do you just want pictures this time?

 

[WildBill2015]

RawrKitty: So, are you gonna call me, or do you just want pictures this time?

Rick's relationship with Amilyn has begun as had those with other online erotic models, with him just watching her, likely as she was exchanging texts with other guys. But unlike those other women, Rick had become instantly obsessed with the fair skinned redhead. Soon, he was paying to send her texts, then to receive texts, then to hear her speak to him live in response to his texts.

But even after four months of being paid to entertain him, Amilyn hadn't yet heard Rick's voice. He'd decided early in their relationship that one day they would meet. Rick's deep voice and Eastern European accent, tempered only partially by 20 years of life in the United States, was very unique, though. He'd wanted to maintain Amilyn's unfamiliarity with his speaking so that if he ever did meet her, he would have the option of whether or not to let her know who he in fact was.

RickTheDick: I can't talk at moment. Pics and voice please.

He ogled Amilyn in the costume for a moment. Rick knew from the clothing and costumes she'd worn in the past that she didn't need any particular kinds of clothing -- push up bras, corsets, and what not -- to make her body look good. She was perfect, firm where firm was nice, soft where soft was desired, and well rounded all about. But this particular costume did something to Rick that the others never had.

RickTheDick: Let's play.

RickTheDick: The Big Bad Wolf ate your gramma, and she was nice. But ... he wants to eat you in a different way.

RickTheDick: I'm sure you know what I mean.

RickTheDick: Show me what's for dinner.

Rick sat back in his chair and stared at the screen to see Amilyn's reaction to his suggestive request. The beauty had often flaunted her breasts to him but -- with the exception of two quick, almost imperceptible slips -- had carefully kept her nipples hidden from Rick's view. Needless to say, he'd never seen her pussy! She'd once pulled the waist band of a costume up so tightly that Rick had been able to see the clear shape of her outer labia, but he'd never seen flesh at the meeting of her thighs.

It had been four months now, and he'd spend over a grand on watching her. It was time for him to see more! Amilyn was going to show him nips and pussy here on the screen live, or ... she was going to show him live in real life.

Now that he knew where to find her, the time had come for him to press the issue. He knew that an online model who felt pressured by a client could very simply enter his ID into her ignore list, and she'd never have to worry about him again. That was why Rick hadn't pressed too hard until now. Amilyn could ignore him here on the screen all she wanted, he knew. But ... she couldn't ignore him when he walked up to her on the street.

 

[NightlyDelirium]

Settling in the camera and adjusting the screen, Amilyn rolled her eyes a bit as she read RickTheDick's response. He never wanted to actually speak to her, though she did ask every time with vauge hope that he would change his mind.

Rawrkitty: Ya know, one of these days I'm going to get you to talk to me. ;-P

It was very rare for her to want to know anything about the men who watched her. It was much easier for her to preform with the deluded fantasy that her fans were all attractive and normal men who she might actually be interested in if were the to meet in real life. The reality of the fact that many of the were probably the type she wouldn't make eye contact with, much less give a second look to, turned her stomach, and thus she preferred not to know anything at all. Being blissfully unaware made some things easier to swallow.

Most of the time anyway.

This particular client was a little different. A small part of her was very curious about this man who so easily donated so much money to her in exchange for simply looking at her. On one hand, the fact that he never pressed that hard to see her naked was something she rather enjoyed. On the other hand, the fact that he wouldn't even let her hear his voice made her nervous. She had questions, but never voiced them mostly to save herself disappointment and possible disgust.

Glancing at the sidebar of her screen, she surveyed her options and her donation pot before enabling the mic.

"So, what do you think? Do you like it?" Amilyn smiled bright and playfully as she shimmied about, lifting a hand and running her fingertips across her upper chest. "I can stand up and do a little twirl for you, if you'd like."

When the next texts from RickTheDick popped up on her screen in rapid succession, she paused. "What's for dinner?" She repeated, tilting her head slightly as she let the words sink in. Once they did, she offered a smirk and waved a finger towards the camera. "Shame on you, Mr. Big bad wolf. Don't you know that if you want to eat, you have to devour all of me, not just dessert?" She giggled, running a hand over her abdomen, then down between her legs.

 

[WildBill2015]

"Shame on you, Mr. Big bad wolf," Amilyn played along. "Don't you know that if you want to eat, you have to devour all of me, not just dessert?"

As he watched Little Red Riding Hood caress her fingers down her thighs and in between her legs, his cock twitched anxiously. She'd often teased him like this, allowing her toying fingers to run about her skin in very much the same way Rick fantasized his own hands and lips passing over her.

RickTheDick: Yes. Twirl. This Wolf likes an all you can eat.

He watched intently as she adjusted the camera to a location just next to the bed. She moved into view, adjusted the camera once more, then began giving him poses, first just turning to offer him profiles of her shapely ass and chest, then twirling to allow the lower hem of the short dress to rise, slowing quick glimpses of her barely covered ass.

When she turned back to the camera and spoke, he sent:

RickTheDick: Take it off, Red. I hunger for more. Show me more of my meal.

He didn't know how much more she would show him. Would she shed just the outer layer to reveal a corset underneath? Maybe there wasn't a corset, only a bra and thong. He didn't know. But, for the amount of money he'd paid her over the months, he was pretty sure she would show him more.

Here and now... he thought to himself, or later. Your call, my lovely.

 

[NightlyDelirium]

Hands resting in nylon covered knees, Amilyn bent at her waist as she read over her newest message. At the words, her mouth fell open slightly in mild shock before she quickly recovered and lightly bit her plump bottom lip. "So demanding tonight." She giggled, and cocked her head to the side. "Are you really that starved for me?"

She slowly stood up straight, letting her hands drag up over her bare thighs to the edge of her dress. For a moment, her perfectly manicured fingertips played with the hem as she twisted girlishly whilst deciding just what to do.

Show me more of my meal.

While it was true that Rick had purchased and had the pleasure of watching her bounce around in much more revealing lingerie, this was the first time he was so pushy so early on. Normally, he seemed rather content with just watching her, but as of late, he had been progressing into wanting to see more. Honestly she couldn't blame him. Everyone eventually wants more, and it's just a downhill role from there.

So, the question at hand was: Do I give in, or do I possibly lose my best costumer?

"Oh, Mr. Wolf I think it would be easier for me to get out of this, if you were here helping me... I'm just saying." She teased as her hands moved to the tie sitting on her natural waist. With a quick pull the bow released and the skirt of her little costume fell to the floor, leaving her in the tight corseted top and little red lace thong.

Hooking her thumbs into strings of her thong, she slowly turned around to give her viewer a good look at her practically bare ass. Her hands smoothed over the smooth skin as she offered a grin. "Is this what you wanted to see?" She asked, looking to the screen over her shoulder as she bent forward. giving his nice view of her barely covered pussy.

 

[WildBill2015]

Rick drew an excited breath as Amilyn leaned away from the camera. Below her perfectly rounded ass, between the meeting of her thighs, the thin cloth of the thong readily showed the shape of her labia flesh. He was so entranced that he didn't even notice the redhead staring back at the screen for his written approval.

"Is this what you wanted to see?" she teased.

He licked his lips, then chuckled -- unknown to Amilyn, of course -- as he realized that subconsciously he was feeling more and more like the Big Bad Wolf he was pretending to be. He reached to his key board:

RickTheDick: Gramma told me not to play with my food, but ... you can.

As she responded, he reached to his touch screen and tapped an icon, then a second, then a third. He knew that on her screen, Amilyn would see the verification that he'd just paid $50 to her account without being prompted to do so.

RickTheDick: Play with my food, Red.

 

[NightlyDelirium]

The different notification sounds registered before the words did. Delicate brow arching slightly, Amilyn twisted her body to get a better view of the screen, although she knew exactly what was done, just based on those sounds.

Her eyes fell on the donation verification. There was no prompting for the money. Rick was using it to get what he wanted and they both knew it would work to a certain extent. She was a webcam girl, and it was the nature of the beast. Far would she go before personal boundaries set in?

Amilyn said nothing. She merely glanced at the camera for a moment and nodded her acknowledgement before turning back around and assuming her pervious position that he seemed to enjoy so much. She drew in breath to calm herself before sliding a hand between her thighs. Briefly, cupping her covered mound with her fingers and hiding it from his view, she eventually began running her fingertips along herself. Her motions started off as very slow soft teasing strokes, but it wasn't very long before her body began to react. The wetter she grew, the better it felt, and the better felt, the harder she pressed the thin material between her outer lips.

When a soft moan escaped her, Amilyn withdrew her hand from view, only to have it reappear this time underneath the thin cloth of her thong. She closed her eyes as knowing fingers slid across her smooth slick skin and returned to previous actions.

 

[WildBill2015]

My god...

Rick had been confident that Amilyn would at least caress her hands over either her full, firm breasts or over her barely hidden mound, but -- even with the donation -- he'd never imagined that she would slip her fingers underneath her thong and massage her clit directly. He leaned forward toward the large, high definition desk top's screen and stared intently as the redhead began to show what he was certain were realistic signs of pleasure.

They'd never gotten this far before, of course. Oh, she'd caressed her breasts of groin before for him, but it had always been short and without any obvious signs of causing pleasure. It had been teasing, for which -- of course -- the donations of those times had paid.

He reached to his screen and tapped it again, causing her own screen to indicate another $50 donation.

RickTheDick: I want to see it. Show me my dinner, Red. Show me what I'm eating.

He was desperate to see beyond the fabric hiding her fingers. Without even realizing what he'd done, he'd reached his second hand to his groin and was pressing hard against his rock hard cock. Masturbation might have seemed an obvious thing to do while watching an online model show herself off. But it hadn't been with Rick and Amilyn: in the months that he'd been paying her to flirt, caress, and dress scantily, he'd never masturbated on his end of the connection. He'd denied himself the pleasure and release, telling himself that he'd get both of them when he eventually located her and had her in real life.

Now that he knew where to find her, though, and now that he knew that meeting her was inevitable -- that he would be eating her like a Wolf dining upon a lost girl in the woods -- he was ready to drive himself to orgasm while ogling her own self pleasuring.

 

[NightlyDelirium]

The moment Amilyn closed her eyes, she lost herself in her own little world. This was a strange event. She had never so openly pleasured herself on camera for a customer before. It just wasn't in her nature. Something happened. Something had clearly gotten into her... Or perhaps, nothing had been in her for far too long. Regardless of why, she seemed to be enjoying herself. The little redhead's breaths grew more labored as she continued to let her fingertips gently massage the small hooded bundle of nerves. Slowly but surely, her fingers worked their way between her bare lips to the wet sensitive flesh they covered.

Not that Rick could see all of that, of course. Not that she seemed to care all that much in the moment.

What he could see was her ass moving slightly as her hips unintentionally twisted in a desperate attempt to get more pleasure from her fingers. And, perhaps he could see hints of her free hand moving to cup and grip at her chest; manhandling her body the way the unknown man in her fantasy did.

This clearly was not for her client. No, this was for the model herself. In fact, she nearly forgot about the camera altogether... That was, of course, until a series of sounds registered in the back of her mind. When reality set back in, Amilyn's fingers slowed their actions. Though not pulling her hand away just yet, she slowly turned to look back at her computer screen. Another donation and another demand.

Her eyes turned up to the camera as a slow impish smile found it's way onto her angelic face. Slow deliberate movement brought her lightly coated fingers up to her mouth, where she licked and sucked the tips clean before shaking a finger at him. "Now, now, Mr. Wolf don't get greedy. Can't show you everything, you might lose your mind. And, oh how I'd miss you." She giggled.

 

[WildBill2015]

Suddenly, unexpectedly, Rick found himself angry. Deny me...? You get to fucking deny me!

He reached both hands to the keyboard, abandoning his self pleasure.

RickTheDick: SHOW ME!

 

[NightlyDelirium]

Despite the capital letters and the exclamation point, there was only so much Amilyn could read into his short message. In her mind, she figured he must have been a little frustrated with her teasing actions but, what could really be expected? She had never gone that far before, so why would she go any further now?

Brows lifted, she offered a flat smile and shrugged her shoulders towards the camera. "Can't do it. I can't show you, Rick. I have to leave some things to the imagination." She purred, her lips curling into a more natural smile.

 

[WildBill2015]

By the time Amilyn had spoken her last word, Rick's entire body was trembling with rage. DENY ME? his brain screamed. Later, he would question why he was suddenly so angry with her, but right now his thinking simply wasn't at that point.

There was something about knowing where to find her in the real world that was affecting him horribly, but he didn't know what it was. Had it always been there? Had the fury simply been waiting for assurance that he would once day meet his fantasy in real life?

It certainly wasn't the simple fact that Amilyn had denied him. Hell, he'd been denied far more than this by far more women who owed him far more than a $50 peep show.

With trembling fingers, Rick reached to the key board, tap a key, maneuvered the mouse to an icon, and tap SPEAK. Then, with all the rage that the last few seconds had built within him, he roared at the laptop's microphone, "SHOW MEEEEEE!"

 

[NightlyDelirium]

Amylin visibly flinched when the voice suddenly roared through her speakers. All the amusement dropped from her face in that second and was replaced with startled wide-eyed expression. Lips quivering slightly, she stared at the screen for a second longer before quickly reaching out, slamming the laptop shut, and pushing it away.

That was not okay. The anger in that voice was not at all what she expected to hear, and it was not okay at all.

She sat there for a few pregnant moments, simply staring at the closed computer on her bed, with her mind turning. At first, she focused on reminding herself that there was no real threat from this man she had apparently pissed off. Then, once her heart slowed a bit, she began to replay to interaction over in her head. What happened? Every other time, he seemed to be so patient with her... Did she push to far this time?

The little redhead shook her head at the though. Drawing in a deep, if shaky breath, she stood up and walked away towards her bathroom for a shower. She was done for the night. Tomorrow she would log back in to block him, but tonight she was done with all of it.

 

[WildBill2015]

Amilyn jumped at Rick's outburst. He saw it. In a flash, her hand reached out and the image of her was replaced with the company's logo, surrounded by images of other models available at the time.

The anger in Rick's face ever so slowly faded away, replaced by a wide smile and happy eyes. The trembling in his body continued, but it was less from fury and more from the simple excitement of knowing that he and Amilyn -- his obsession -- were to take things to the next level very soon.

But, he had something he needed to do first. Knowing that she'd closed the laptop and couldn't immediately block him, he sent a Private Message to her:

RickTheDick: Forgive me. I overplayed the part of the Big Bad Wolf. I am not angry at you. I thought you understood my role. This is my error, my mistake. You have done no wrong. Please, do not end our fun over my poor judgment. I will not demean you by offering money in exchange for your forgiveness. I only offer my sincere apologies. Rick.

He disconnected, and laid back in his chair. He wasn't really too concerned about whether or not Amilyn blocked him. This portion of their relationship was dead. The only reason he wanted to maintain the choice of connecting with her was that it made it easier for him to know when she was online ... role playing ... in her apartment.

 

[NightlyDelirium]

With teen style pop music filling her apartment like an overly peppy theme song, Amilyn stepped out of her bathroom, clad only in a towel. Humming along and shaking her hips to the beat, she carried on to her closet with a cape of steam following her.

It had been three days since her incident with Rick, and three days since her last live show.

The day after their incident, Amylin awoke and followed her daily routine; Take the puppies out, a cup of hot chocolate, a quick run in the park, and then something light to eat. When the time came for her to check her Playroom dashboard, she found herself a bit hesitant.

In the hours prior, she had fully convinced herself that the extra money was not worth the stress that Rick had put her under last night, and therefor needed to be blocked. If he did not want to play nice, then they did not need to play together at all. After all, it wasn't like she didn't have other fans willing to pay for her time. So, with that in mind, RawrKitty logged on. Before she could even do anything, multiple private messages popped up on her homepage. As one could guess, the only one that caught her attention immediately was the one from the man who Ami simply referencing as TheDick. Lips pressed tightly together, she decided to see what he had to say for himself before she blocked him completely.

That was her original intention anyway. After reading his apology, however, her entire thought process was turned on it head. Somehow, in the mix of everything Amilyn forgot that Rick had told her that he wanted to play out little red and the wolf. If she followed that thought process, then his demands made sense, And, while what she did find his sudden actions somewhat frightening at the time, it was easy to explain it all away as game that was taken too far... Perhaps she did over react a bit. After all, he was one of her best clients, why would things change all of a sudden. No clearly is was a misunderstanding.

As she read and reread the message, any fleeting thoughts of blocking him were pushed out of mind. Sure, the next time the two of them spoke it would be mildly awkward, but hopefully one day it would return to normal.

Amilyn had not spoken to or heard from him since. Her cash flow was still steady thanks to pricy photosets requested by ThatGuyDave and a few others. In her days, she did her best not to think about it too much.

Today was no different from the others. She had gone about her daily activities, and was now getting ready for her day job. She emerged from her closet in a white collared shirt, and a black skirt. Pulling her beautiful red locks into a neat ponytail, she made her way back to the bathroom for her strawberry-vanilla perfume and a light powdering of makeup.

Before long, she standing on the front steps of her apartment building and was pining her nametag to her shirt. As she then moved to tie her little black apron around her waist, her eyes caught sight of a car parked across the way. There was nothing special about it, but it seemed very familiar. A wave of Déjà vu washed over in the physical form goose bumps. Shaking the feeling, skipped down the steps and headed off towards work.


Once she clocked in at the diner, the rest of her day went by rather quietly. Nothing really noteworthy.


After the evening rush, it was just a countdown until 10 o'clock. As she busied herself by wiping down some of the tables, her big and gentle eyes once again landed on a car parked on the side of the road in front of her diner. It looked just like the one she had seen earlier in the day, and this time it wasn't just a feeling. As figured appeared from behind the car and began walking towards her small restaurant, her brow furrowed with guarded curiosity.

 

[WildBill2015]

Rick had been watching Amilyn for the entirety of the three days since his blow up. One of the nice things about being financially secure was to not be tied down by a scheduled work shift. He'd been able to park outside her apartment when she was home, moving to different parking spaces two or three times each day; and then, when she left for work, move to that neighborhood to watch her as well.

He'd even dined at the café a couple of times. He'd intentionally gotten himself seated in another waitress's section and kept his gaze off of her when she was able to look about. But when she was busy, he watched her intently, marveling at the way that delicious body moved in real life. Once, she'd passed by him as he pretended to read the paper, and his nostrils filled with the wonderful scent of her perfume and body cleaning products. It was simply marvelous.

Aside from being in the café with her, Rick had had several opportunities to approach Amilyn as well. But each time, something prevented him from greeting her. Once, a friend of hers called out from across the street, running across to walk with her for several blocks. Another time, she got tangled up in the dozen or so leashes of a professional dog walker, resulting in quiet a lot of laughter between them and the onlookers and quite a lot of swelling in Rick's groin as he got quick glances at her thong-gowned ass as she tried to free herself and her skirt rose up several times.

He'd had enough of this teasing and stalking, though. It was time to approach her. It was time to meet the real Amilyn. It was time to eat his meal. He parked across the street before she got to the café, sat inside watching for a couple of hours, then departed the car to walk to a nearby Starbucks to use the bathroom ... and screw up his courage. When he returned, set on returning to his car, he instead walked right past it and into the café with the confidence of a man who'd never lost at anything in his entire life.

"That section, please," Rick told the Hostess, pointing to the booths he knew Amilyn was tending. When the Hostess tried to direct him to the section of an underworked waitress, he said, "No. I like the street scene from there, if you don't mind."

He held up a folder, smiling as he explained, "I'm writing a screenplay, and I could use the inspiration."

The Hostess seemed to accept his lie and escorted him to an empty booth. Rick was about to sit down when Amilyn passed. He couldn't help but stare into her sparkling eyes, and when she gave him a polite smile, he returned it and said simply, "Good evening."

He ordered coffee from the Hostess, then waited for Amilyn to come to him with a menu. He stared up into her perfect face as she told of the end of night specials, things that had been defrosted and not used and would be thrown out if not sold at cost, he knew. When she was finished he said with as friendly and un-creepy a tone as he could, "You are a very beautiful woman, Ami."

He glanced toward her name tag to reassure her that that was where he got her name, then looked back up to her, quickly adding, "I just thought I should tell you that, you know, in case no one else had today, which, I'm sure, many men have.

She responded, and then Rick simply said, "I'll take a slice of pie, ala mode." He smiled broader, adding, "You choose the flavor, Ami. I'll trust your choice ... of what I'll be eating tonight."

 

[NightlyDelirium]

Through the window, Amilyn watched the ill-defined man until he was out of view, having veered off to the side of the café, probably off into one of the other shops. How silly of her to get caught up in some unknowing stranger's activities.

The petite waitress glanced at her watch, then sighed softly to herself. Forty-five more minutes and she was home free. After straightening up the rest of her empty table, and checking on the only customers left in her section, she headed back towards the kitchen. Along the way, she was briefly held up as she side stepped to let the hostess show a man to a table... in her section. Great. She gave the woman a pointed look, then glanced up to the man she would be serving and offered a polite smile as he passed, before continuing on her way.

Once in back, she grabbed a quick sip of water and a menu before returning to the floor. Plastering the friendliest smile on her face that she could muster up, she stopped at the edge of his table. "Hi there, my name is Amilyn, and I will be taking care of you this evening." She greeted near robotically, but cheery nonetheless. She handed the man his menu as she continue. "I see that Mel already got you something to drink, so I'll just quickly go over tonight's specials with you..."

She watched the man carefully was she went about telling him the nightly menu. She watched him, not because he was handsome, because he was, but because she could tell the man was not listening to her at all. From experience, she could tell there was something on his mind, and she could only hope he wasn't one of the more crude characters she always seemed to stumble across. "Now, that that's all done with. Is there something I can get you, or do you need some time?"

When the accent laced compliment slipped from the man's mouth, Amilyn blushed and looked down at the notepad in her hand. That was unexpected. Playful as she was in front of her camera, in person was a completely different story. Though having improved with time, lifelong shyness still hindered her at times, particularly with forwardness. The more the man spoke, the further flush continue to spread across her fair face. Ami looked back to the man from beneath long lashes and the few rebellious strands of hair that escaped her hair tie, and smiled a bit coyly. "Thank you, sir. That's very sweet of you to say." She purred sweetly as she reached up to tuck the hairs behind her ear, before continuing. "And, just so you know, it doesn't matter how many times a girl may or may not have heard it, each time makes her feel amazing." There was a brief pause in time, before Ami remembered she had a job to do. "So, uhm, anyway what can I get you?"

Whether the suggestion was intentional or all in her head, it struck her the same. She locked eyes with him for a moment then nodded. "Alrighty, Sir. Just give me a second to get that for you."

Turning away, she drew in a breath and quietly blew it out with puffed cheeks. Of course this happened at the end of shift. Shaking her head slightly she walked off to the kitchen to retrieved his order.

She reappeared a few moments later with a dessert plate in hand. Once at his table, she grinned a bright and playful, much akin to the ones she often flashed on cam. "Alright, here you go. One sweet cherry pie ala mode." She placed it in front of him. "It's my absolute favorite thing on the menu, so I hope you like it."