I thanked them, and skipped my way back home. I couldn't wait to tell my mom I got myself a job. I was hoping she would be proud of me. It turned ...ut, my mom knew the two men that hired me. They were teachers who worked at a fancy private academy over in the city. That's why they were home all the time: they had the summer off too. Mom said they were regulars at the diner during the summer, so I thought it was cool that they knew her too. Mom was a waitress there. It was one of her. We decided that so not as to rock the boat. The staff could continue with the hours they had already been allocated by the previous owners and see how this would work.We did, though, decide on a uniform, so the staff always looked smart and it was clear who they were. The uniform was quite basic; it consisted of a knee length black skirt and a smart white shirt. Also, the ladies were asked to wear smart black shoes, with no trainers to be worn. Tights or stockings were optional but were. The moment we got in, she asked for her pay which I gave her and she asked me if I had alcohol and smokes. I offered her vodka and few clouds of smoke, to which we were chilling and talking. She told me she’s from Moscow and is a tourist. I was shocked to know she wasn’t a hooker. But she was running short of cash and hence opted to get money through sex. We finished the beers and she came over to me and started kissing me. She tasted like heaven. Our lips were stuck to each other and her hand. I scrambled into the elevator almost tripping in the ridiculously high heels. They were the sluttiest shoes I owned and I thought that would please him, willing to do anything to keep it all a secret.I had made it to the covered entry and stood there trying to catch my breath and take stock of how wet I had gotten. Once I had composed myself somewhat I went inside and through the lobby to the elevators. I turned abruptly to see that same executive from the other day lustily looking at me."How.