The Waitress

[BRIGHTWELL]

colony lodges

Mike puts the Ford into gear and moves away from the police cruiser. Rachel is upset about her nieghbors the Richardsons. He can understand that. As he drives away from the scene he looks at his watch its after 3 am now. He has been on the road a long time and even the one hour nap he took is starting to ware off. He follows the directions the officer gave him to find route 22.

At around 3:20 in the morning he passes a vacancy sign on a cluster of small houses. The sign out front shows the small houses looking much newer and with COLONY LODGES painted on the sign.

He pulls up in front of the first little house with the sign OFFICE. He gets out and rings the bell. After a few minutes an older woman opens the door and lets him in. He is in side for about 10 minutes and then returns to the Ford.
"I got us the Harrison house its the one around, back away from the road."

Mike pulls the the Ford out of the driveway and down the drive to #16. He parks and looks at Rachel."I grant you this might not be the best setting for our encounter, but I would clear your schedule for the next couple days." She looks a little confused at this. He climbs out and opens the rear door removing the bag from the drug store. Then moves around to the trunk and pulls out his suitecases. The Gucci bags are a radical change from his battered Ford. He carries them to the small house and opens the front door.

Rachel slowly follows him as he turns on the lights. He carries the bags over to a small kitchen counter and puts them on the counter. He looks around the the largest of the rooms which has a king size bed. And two dressers one has a mirror. He nods his head and takes off his duster and lays it on a chair in the bedroom.
He takes off his jacket and lays it on the bed. Rachel is standing in the doorway looking at him. Just staring at him with her mouth hung open not saying a word.

"Now you know why that guy got out of the way in the bar!" He takes off his shoulder holster which holds a nickel plated Desert Eagle. From the small of his back he pulls out a Glock 9mm. He puts them on on the dresser. He looks at her with a serious look. "Its what I do, I hunt people, I'm a bounty hunter, amoung other things."

 

[BethJones]

It was as Mike pulled out his cases Rachel realised she had nothing, the clothes she wore was all she had. The smell of the dingy club hung in teh air around her, teh smell of sweat from a hard shift, all these smells began to assault her senses. The reality of the situation hit her, no money, no clean clothes, no where to stay.

Rachel followed Mike inside, she noticed the bags again, noticing these were not your average bag, but actually designer bags.

Her mind soon returns to the room, her problems seemingly unimportant when she notices the two guns hanging from Mike. Rachel unable to speak, stands and looks, unsure what she has let herself in for, what kind of man carries guns like these.

Mike's explanation although plausible, didn't sit well with Rachel her mind still clouded by the events of the evening.

"Do you mind if I shower?" Rachel asks needing to escape the room and collect her thoughts.

 

[BRIGHTWELL]

shower

"Do you mind if I shower?" Rachel asks.

Mike smiles at her "Sure, knock yourself out." He watches as she leaves the doorway and crosses the hall to the bathroom. In no time he hears the water running.

Mike sits on the bed and takes his boots off and places them against the wall next to his duster. He walks over to the closet and checks it for hangers. Three hotel style hangers. He returns to the bed and picks up his jacket and first hangs it. He removes his shirt and lays it on the bed. Undoes his belt and pants and slips out of them. He puts both on the second hanger. In his soxes and breifs he walks into the kitchen and pulls his Gucci bags off the counter and carries them into the bedroom.

He throws one of the bags on the bed, the other he puts next to his boots on the floor. He opens the bag on the bed and digs deep and pulls out two silk robes. One a is Japanese in style, blue with a large Bengel tiger on it. The other tropical bright yellow with palm trees and beach scene.

He sits on the bed again and removes his soxes, then his breifs. He wads them up and puts them in a clear bag in his suitcase. Naked now he walks over to the suit case and closes it up and places it next to his other bag. He looks at the dresser with the guns on it and decides it may be best to put them out of sight. He pulls the top draw open and slides then into the draw. They make a thud when they land in the draw bottom. Then he closes the draw.

He walks back to the kitchen and picks up the drug store bag and brings it into the bedroom. He pushes a few things around in the bag till he finds what he's looking for, soft scented soap. He opens the top and take a whiff. "Lovely!" he says. He picks up the two robes and crosses the hall. The door is not locked. The small room is full of steam and Rachel is facing away from the door. He walks cross to the shower and stops. He watches as the water travels down her back and cascades off her butt.

"May I join you, I brought scented soap?" He askes with a wolfish look.

 

[BethJones]

Rachel found the bathroom and slowly stepped inside, not the cleanest of bathrooms, but by no means the dirtiest. Rachel slowly undressed removing her tshirt first, tossing it into the corner of the small room. She untied her hair, letting it fall down over her shoulders and breasts, then she undid her trousers, taking the top of her thong between her fingers she wiggled out of her clothes. Lastly, Rachel slipped off her socks, she shuddered as the cold tiled floor finally made contact with her bare, pale skin.

Rachel, stepped into the shower, turning the knobs to allow the water to jet out over her body, it took a few attempts to get the temperature just right. The warm water began cascading over her slim, firm body. The warmth seemed to make her anxieties evapourate away, her mind cleared and she bagan to enjoy the water as it danced on her skin.

"May I join you, I brought scented soap?" came a voice from behind her. Rachel crossed her arms across her chest, holding her long hair against her body, both breasts covered.

Eyes bright and wide, Rachel smiles, "I'd love some scented soap," she pauses her eyes surveying the man stood in front of her, a smile creeps across her face.

"Are you joining me?"

 

[BRIGHTWELL]

"Are you joining me?"

Rachel crosses her arms across her chest, covering both breasts.

""I'd love some scented soap,are you joining me?" she askes.

Mike's wolfish look, softens to a relaxed smile. "Now that I can see the menu up close I have a better idea of what is available." he says as he enters the shower with Rachel. As he moves closer to her he draws one of her arms away from her breasts and guides it to his cock.

"I want the next coming days with me to be a beginning of an adventure like you have never been on before. I'm sure you have had sex with other men and the basics remain the same. That is where I intended to change the coarse of you being. I have the time. I have the skill. I have the know how. I'm not going to rock your world. I'm going to change your world like you can not yet conceive and it starts right now!" He leans in as the shower water rushes over him and kisses her very lighty on the lips. He smiles. "Confusuios say the journey of a thousand miles starts with the first step....and so it does."

 

[BethJones]

Rachel took hold of Mike's cock, taking a moment to enjoy the feel of his throbbing member in her small delicate hands. It felt strange that after all that had happened this evening, she was still wanting sex. Her neighburs had been involved in such an awful incident yet her body wanted to feel the pleasure of a hard cock pounding her.

The water continued to flow over her body as her hand began to massage Mike's cock, slow purposeful motions making his cock grow hard. Rachel continued to stroke him as she leant in, standing on the tips of her toes to pres her lips agaisnt his ready to share a pasionate embrace.

Rachel felt the tip of Mike's cock pres against her flat stomach, feeling him throb as the water added some lubrication between her hand and his shaft.

 

[BRIGHTWELL]

the shower

Mike closes his eyes for a few seconds as the hot water from Rachel's shower flow over him. He opens them to the touch of her lips on his. She is a bit shorter then he is. He tilts his head to the side slightly and slightly downward so their connection is less strained. He kisses her back lightly, letting his tongue meet her's just at the tips. Then dances back and forth with her like two eels..

He feels her move in closer as she changes her grip from back hand to a fore hand stoking his man hood. He can feel her thumb lightly increasing her pressure on his staff.

Mike pops the cap off the scented soap and it falls to the floor of the shower and settles in a corner. He snakes one arm around her pulling her close so her breasts flatten against his chest. With the other he pours the scented soap over her shoulders so it runs like riverlett down her back and their now plastered chests. The scent fills his nostrils as his hand slides up and down her back.

 

[BethJones]

Rachel gasps, the cool soap causing an unexpected chill in contrast to the hot flowing water, her tight body shivers, forcing her to rub against Mike, her nipples hard, grazing agasinst his body.

The warm water and soap, not only clensing her skin, but seemingly clensing her mind and soul, the images of her home and street washing away with the water, her mind clearing as the assault on her senses begins. The sweet soapy scent, filling her nostrils letting her wander to happy places.

Rachel frees her lips from Mike's, letting them press lightly against his chin, stubble scratching lightly at her face, her lps continuing down, kissing his chest, her hand still working hard to stroke his cock as she embarks on her journey down, hoping to replace her hand with her soft lips, ready to suck Mike.

 

[BRIGHTWELL]

not yet

Mike feels Rachel kissing down his chest knowing what she is heading for. He takes her by the hair seperating them in to two equal groups on each side and pulls her head up like an elevator.

"I told you this was not going to be your average encounter. There will be plenty of time to go down on each other later. We have a lot more to go before we get there. I told you this would be a long ride and that is how it is going to be!" he states looking into her wet face.

He turns her around in the shower and slips a finger in her butt. Slowly sliding it in and out. Then adding a second finger and sliding that one in and out. Using the the flow of the shower water to keep his fingers lubicated.

"When we get done here I'm going to oil you up. And take you on a trip like no other!"

 

[BethJones]

Rachel felt Mike's hands find her long flowing hair, at first the feeling of his hands was a familiar one, usually men would drive her small mouth hard down onto thier cocks, as a show of their power over her. It was a little strange when he parted her hair into two equal bunches, however she assumed the outcome would be the same, a hard well timed jerk of his hands would force her mouth down the entire length of his shaft, almost certainly choking her.

It was a strange feeling when she felt herself being pulled to her feet, although strange it was a much more pleasent option that the one she thought she faced. Rachel's eyes now a little brighter gazed at Mike as he spoke,

"I told you this was not going to be your average encounter. There will be plenty of time to go down on each other later..."

As Mike spoke the words, she felt herself being spun on the spot, the water now running down her back. she felt a stubby finger enter her tight puckered anus, she thought to gherself, wondering if this really would be different. Guys always played with her ass, usually getting her ready for rough anal sex which pleased them while causing nothing but discomfort, although they at least warmed her up with an element of foreplay, albeit hurried foreplay.

The finger although probing seemed to be taking it's time, Mike wasn't rushing too much although Rachel still would have preferred more kissing and caressing. He soon slipped a second finger into Rachel's tight hole, she winced as he did, the intrusion provinding little pleasure for her. In an attempt to make the probing more bareable, Rachel slipped her hand down between her thighs, slowly caressing her clit, the pleasure she gave herself caused her to whimper, the discomfort fading as she pressed the buttons she needed to be pressed.

 

[BRIGHTWELL]

"Rachel looking to get off in the shower?" Mike whispers gruffly. " I don't think so!" He slips his two fingers out of butt. And pulls both arms back behind her back and holds them in place. He gathers her thumbs and with one hand holds them in place.

"Sweety think of this as the carrot and stick routine. The carrot is you enjoying it, the stick, well, you not enjoying it. Like I said this takes awhile to get through it. By the end of the section you decide if it was worth it. We are just begining. Now when we get out of the shower there are two silk robes. Put one on and lay face down on the bed face looking away from the door. I have some oils I have to heat up. I also have a cool gel that I got at the drug store." He rubs her butt with his free hand sliding up the crack of her butt. Then sliding a single finger up and down her crack. After a few strokes in the crack he stops and leans into her.

"Not what you were hoping for is it? Not what you were expecting. Your in a sexual rut. A quick blowjob, a few kisses, a fast fuck and the night is over. The guy is asleep and you lay their wondering what your going to wear tomarrow to work. Sorry sweety what will be will be and this will not be the same ole same ole. " He releases her thumbs. And turns her around and looks into her angry face.

"You want to play it safe? Get dressed and I'll call you a cab. Tomarrow you can go back to that hole in the wall place I found you. You can stay here a waitress for the rest of your life . Or, do as your told and you will walk away happier then you ever dreamed of. You decide! I will be leaving here when my job is done. Think about it safe or dream? If you get on that bed there is no turning back, If you walk there is no coming back!"

 

[BethJones]

Rachel's body tensed, this really wasn't what she had expecetd, when Mike had brought out the scented soap, she had realised he was different. The soap had lead her to believe she would be enjoying soft, sensual sex, rather than a rough fumble.

She wanted to grab her clothes and run, but where too? She thought back to her street, her neighbours, realising this was all that she had. Rachel slowly left the shower room, returning to the bedroom, still half thinking about leaving.

Hesitantly, Rachel edged towards the bed, noticing the covers had been turned back to reveal a crisp white sheet. Slowly she lay down on the bed, her perky breasts pressed agaisnt the soft silky sheet beneath her, the scent of flowers filled her nostrils, a scent she remembered from her child hood, the scent made her feel safe as she nestled agaisnt the sheets.

Her tanned body in complete contrast toi the sheets, she lay on the bed lost in happy times.

 

[BRIGHTWELL]

Mike watches as Rachel leaves the shower and turns toward the bed room. Mike smiles and turns off the wayer in the shower. He grabs a towel and dries himself off. Then picks out the yellow beach scene silk robe and slips it on. He walks into the bedroom and pulls out a small white box and pulls out four amber colored tubes and returns to the kitchen. He opend a few cabinets till he find a small pot. He puts the four tubes in to the pot and carries them over to the sink. He runs water into the pot and fills it 2/3 of the way. Then carries the pot over to the stove. He places the pot on a burner and turns it on. He checks the heat. Should be ready in about 10 minutes.

Mike walks back into the bed room and opens the bag again and picks out a Blue plastic jar. He turns and looks at Rachel wet naked body laying on the bed. He walks out of the bed room to the bathroom and picks up a towel and returns to the bed room. And sits next to her on the large king bed.

He pats the butt and back and then down her legs with the towel. Drying her slowly. He opens the jar and places it between them. He lays the towel on the bedpost. He then dips two fingers in to the jar and digs out some blue jell.

"Sweety I'm sorry I was rough on your butt in the shower. I'm putting Jet blue gell on your butt. It will feel cool mybe even a bit cold at first ,them it will warn up. Now Jet gell doesnot mix at all well with fetal matter. It can cause burning rashes and bacterial infections when it reacts to fetal matter. I had to make sure your butt was not only clean but clean inside and out. One nasty fart could of ruined the whole show. So I'm putting the gell on now."

He takes his two fingers of gell and wipes half on one butt cheek and half on the other. Then with both hand starts to spread it around on her butt till it was totally covered. Then reached into the jar and dipped out a nother two fingeres of the stuff and slid it up and down her but crack to her puckered star fish. "You should feel it now!"