You'd think all this would have made the other girls jealous. After all, you know how catty women can be, and how competitive the world of waitressing...is, especially in a place like Hooters. But that wasn't the case. All the girls loved Kiki. She always gave the absolute best foot rubs at the end of the night and even began to launder several of the college-age waitress's uniforms and pantyhose for them. She said it was to save them money on laundry, but really it was so she could take them. I freshen up and head back outside. Before I can pass you to sit down, you stand up and grab my hand. “Lets go somewhere more private,” you whisper into my ear, sending chills down my spine. I quietly nod my head and follow you to your car. You put your hand on my lap and leave it there the entire car ride. Occasionally you rub my thigh and give me a smile. I blush, knowing that I’m starting to get wet by the feeling of your hand on my thigh. We reach a hotel and you come over and open the door. “And what,” she asked softly, hoping that her supplicating behavior would diffuse the danger she was in, “may this insignificant witch do for her Lord?” He snorted most inelegantly, “Insignificant? Oh, my dear Moira, I think not.” Surprise had her eyes lifting to his face, and she saw there such raw lust that she nearly came from his gaze alone. Hidden behind it, though, she recognized a sliver of respect. Her spine straightened in a semblance of its usual confidence, and she looked fully. And not knowing how to curb her enthusiasm, I allowed the thing to proceed. About one pm on Sunday, Pat came to my house with some cakes she had made, some wine, and a couple of bottles of beer. Her friends were expected as a group around three pm. This was the first time Pat had been in the house. She wanted to have a look around, and said that her friends would also like a tour of the house. Should Pat introduce me already naked? Or should I strip for them? Or should they strip me? She.