Dale asked if I needed a drink and I said yes, she said she had some wine left over from a recent party if I would like some I said that sounded great... She disappeared to the kitchen for what seemed like longer than what it should take to pour two glasses. She came back with two large plastic cups she said sorry she did not have any fine wine glasses I said plastic was fine and we proceeded to enjoy the wine. She was sitting directly in front of me with her legs spread open a little and the. A big bruiser of a man took the tray away and lifted her dress up to her neck. The men clapped and cheered at the sight of her flimsy black underwear and there were several calls ?Hey Brian, didn’t you promise a bottomless waitress???Yes, I did. She’s overdressed. Mac, do something about that!?The big bruiser lifted her dress over her head and dropped it on the floor. Then he removed her bra and threw it away; He cupped one of her breasts in his left hand while his other hand slid inside her. She too had made up her mind to have me service her so by mutual tacit understanding we gravitated to a flat in town where she was staying. Naturally, she was freeloading and the flat belonged to an old bloke who worked on the town's buses. Whether she was fucking him too I didn't know but as she was using his lounge etc I wouldn't have been surprised.The evening was cold and so the bloke had put the gas fire on and gone to his room and with the lights now low and by the glow of the fire we. I couldn’t say anything.Finally, she stepped silently towards me, coming up to me and pushing at the shoulders of my suit jacket.“I want to be your valentine,” she whispered.She pushed the coat off my arms, and it thumped softly to the floor. My shirt followed. It was like she’d practiced. Her motions were fluid and efficient. There was a little bit of fumbling when it came to my belt and zipper, but then my pants were falling.She knelt. I felt fingers at the waistband of my jockey shorts. My.