I jumped for the handle and stepped into a dark room closing the door quickly behind me."What do you want?" A deep voice called behind some dark blind...."Sir, my car has been damaged and I need to call for help, please." I replied.Suddenly, the blinds were pulled up and a black man, a giant one on his late forties appeared. He looked from my head to my toes in silence.He then spoke again as he stared directly at my cleavage. "Show me your big boobs, if you want to use my phone, bitch..." Excuse. I knew what she meant.“Maggie, sweetheart, I don’t care that you are a waitress. I don’t care that you live here, I don’t care about any of that. I enjoy your company and I like being with you. And you are very pretty when you dress up. So don’t worry about any of that stuff. You have a lot to offer and I’m interested, okay?” I said.We kissed there at her door and I let her get inside before I turned and went home myself. As I turned to get in my car, I saw her peeking out through the curtain. "How was the burger?" Great, Sal," she answered, wiping her mouth. "Who says a sexy lady eats slowly?" No one, I guess. Would you like the check or would desire some dessert?" No, I'm good, just the check pretty please," she answered, placing her hands on mine.I failed to move or say anything for a few seconds as our eyes stayed together and she smiled, but then I nodded and calmly walked back.I turned away again and went to the register. "Wow, I'm speechless. Is going to give me a big tip, or. I don’t have to fucking ‘catch up’ with them! You can fuck my ass again, if that’s what you want. You just came over my fucking face – and deepthroated my best friend! I mean, what else are we girls good for? ‘Coffee’ – what the fuck? You don’t have to woo me, Rob, if you want to fuck me.” Alison was aware that she was becoming incoherent – but felt so confused and frustrated she hardly knew what to say.Rob was beginning to look desperate. “Oh, Alison, I’ll do whatever you want. In fact, I… I….