There I was, preparing a salad for table six. Lettuce, olives, cucumbers. Tomatoes, croutons, onions. The whole nine yards. Collin Arbuckle, the assis...ant manager, came in and said hello to me. He was rather young to be the assistant manger, around eighteen or nineteen years old. I figured he was Jack's son, or nephew, or something of the sort. He clearly hated this job just as much as I did, but it was good pay, which is why most of us stay here. "How you doing today, Sam?" he asked, shuffling. As I attempted not to stare, she came up beside me and picked a lacy scrap of red cloth from the drawer."I love the way you look in this one," she said, offering it to me.I took it from her and examined it. It was a small red see-through baby doll nightie, with a matching thong panty. I had been looking for something that would afford me a little bit more coverage, but I didn't want to arouse Lila's suspicions. Under her watchful eye, I slowly removed the robe and pulled the silky garment on.. The entire atmosphere was charged up and then i offered her “kingfisher strong” pint. She hesitated, but then agreed. With the very first sip, she started getting prettier. With the pint now in her, she was charged for another dance. As the clock hit 12 midnight, it was time for “grind”. I jumped to the dance floor and started grinding with chicks who motioned their butts back and forth enjoying their virtual fucking in air. Saqeena was surprised to know how well i “grind” as within a minute, i. He was running his soft hands over the skin of my butt, and it was giving me the shivers...it was driving me crazy. I kept on doing the same dance, except now, my little puss was out there wavin' in the breeze. Nobody shaved their pussy in those days, and I had a nice red bushy little bush. I liked it. I thought it was cute, didn't mind showing it off at all. Especially now. I had never done this thing with my pants halfway down like that. It was hotter than being naked. I had to get his.