He's a sweetheart. At least they tip well enough.Some other regulars come in next, this time a group of women who meethere once a week. I smile and no... to them, take their orders and theyresume their conversation about television shows, local gossip and showfamily pictures to each other on their phones.I have been working at this diner for three months now. It comes to mymind, my imagination, or fabrication, that before that I had worked in ahardware store but when it was taken over and closed. And I know she means what she says.She will play with me. She will make me eager to go onstage. To be used. To be humiliated.To cum in front of hundreds of people.On her command.And I shiver. ~~~~~Three weeks later, we had performed the three-act, more explicit version of the couples dance a few times, plus the one-act version at the Club many times.I was sitting at breakfast, reading her newspaper, when a small article catches my eye. I'm not quite sure why at first, then focused on the. She realized that the self- stimulation was again stimulating her arousal. She looked at her accidental companion, his softening cock still lying against the ledge of her open car window, cum still visible in the slit of the purple head, the stranger's eyes looking at her and checking the camera screen to make sure he was recording it all.She felt so slutty, so nasty and so very hot as if her very skin would burn. She lowered her free hand beneath the now slick cucumber and scooped an ample. Slowly and with a lusty smile on her face, Paula lowered the dress to her waist. Peaking out on her hips were the beginnings of her bottom tan lines. It was also clear that Paula wore no panties. This incredibly beautiful classy lady had her devilish side.Paula continued to push her dress down until gravity took it to the floor. I sat there with my mouth open. Paula grinned at me. My eyes were glued to her mound. Just so there was no question, Paula lifted one high heel off the floor and put it.