Chapter 82

The only reason that I’d been able to take an afternoon nap was because the big spanking with Ruby and Michelle had been so emotionally and physically draining for me (as well as them). But as soon as I woke up, I felt myself getting all wired and excited. I tried to retain some modesty and perspective, but it was getting more and more difficult to deny just how incredibly great my life had become. Thinking about the recent spanking session didn’t immediately make me erect (no doubt because my dick was still generally tired out), but it practically made me want to leap out of bed and run around the house.

Had I been younger, I probably would have done just that. Or maybe I would have gone to Michelle’s room and ravished the Gruesome Twosome in some kind of extremely stimulating way, despite their feeble sex boycott. I realized that I wasn’t in the right frame of mind to work on writing. Instead, I dragged myself out of bed and pondered which (entirely non-sexual) chores I needed to take care of.

For the next hour or more, I did some dreadfully boring but necessary stuff. I have to admit it was pretty tough to focus even on that after all the recent sexual excitement. The only way I could work at all was to turn the radio up loud and prevent myself from having any thoughts at all about my cock slaves (two of them were so tantalizingly close, elsewhere inside the house - ugh!). The only reason that worked was because I did some rather mindless paperwork in my office that allowed me to daydream from time to time.

I was making slow but steady progress when I got a call from Mindy. “Hey, stud, how’s it hangin’?” she purred at me.

“It’s hangin’,” I replied without inflection, trying not to let her get a rise out of me.

“Is that all it’s doing?” she asked. “It’s not, say, poking? Or thrusting? Or sliding between two ridiculously large and jutting watermelons?”

“Sadly, no. It’s just hanging here. Although you may be glad to know I’ve been contemplating playing with fruit. I was thinking about going downstairs and juggling some bananas or pears.”

“Ha, ha. Let me tell the jokes, Honey. But let me cut to why I’m calling. We have a serious situation that needs to be dealt with right away.”

“Uh oh! At work? Are they cutting people? Budget cuts? What is it?”

She replied, “Actually, none of the above. In fact, things are going so well, I might even get my own personal assistant.”

I teased, “Hmmm. Sounds like you’ll be starting your own personal harem soon.”

She chuckled. “Not hardly. Although, actually, that sounds like a pretty good idea! No, wait, you beat me to it. Darn. Anyhow, the situation has to do with one of your cock slaves. And not either of the Hellions this time, shockingly enough. But rather than talk about it over the phone, it would be better to discuss it in person, away from possible prying ears.”

“Ah. Do you think my phone is being tapped by certain unnamed but very foxy daughters?”

She sighed. “Honestly, it wouldn’t surprise me. But the reason I want to talk to face to face is because it’s important and will take some time. Anyway, why don’t we meet at a restaurant or cafe after I finish work? I should be able to finish up a little bit early, so why don’t we say four-ish? I could do with some forage around four-ish.”

Groaning at her penchant for bad puns, I agreed and hung up on my wife. I then did some more chores around the house until that time drew near. I didn’t see hide nor hair (nor tits, nor ass) of my gorgeous Hellions during that time, which was probably for the best. Mindy told me to meet her at a restaurant she’d recently discovered that was really good. She particularly praised their excellent service. She said she couldn’t remember the name, but she had jotted down the address and gave it to me.

As I drove near the address, I had a facepalm moment because it dawned on me that the restaurant was Mama Mia’s, the very place that Sue Ellen worked. Furthermore, I knew that Sue Ellen was working there this afternoon, especially since she was spending almost all of her free hours at our house and wasn’t there today. As I drove, I called Mindy to complain, but naturally the conniving she-devil wasn’t answering her phone, so I had no choice but to park my car and go into the restaurant.

Walking in, I noticed Sue Ellen in her waitress uniform, talking to Mindy right next to the “Please Wait to Be Seated” sign. As I’d expected, Mindy was still dressed in her stylish blue ‘power suit’ from work, which to my eye was tight in all the right places, but in a dignified way. I, by contrast, felt underdressed in just a T-shirt and slacks.

When Sue Ellen saw me, her face lit up so brightly that it could have illuminated the entire restaurant at night. It made me feel really damn good to get such a joyous, enthusiastic reaction.

She immediately rushed towards me, and I found myself enveloped in a tight bear hug, with a red hot kiss on the lips for good measure. Apparently she cared little about propriety or who saw us.

As soon as I could disengage my lips enough to talk, I quietly hissed, “Cupcake! Let go-”

I didn’t get a chance to say any more than that though, because she planted another big kiss on my lips.

Luckily, Mindy came over and repeatedly tapped on Sue Ellen’s shoulders until I was freed from Sue Ellen’s lip-lock.

I asked Sue Ellen, “What was that for?”

“Sorry. I just was so happy to be called ‘Cupcake, ‘ I couldn’t help myself!” Then she dropped her voice way down low and whispered conspiratorially, yet with a smoldering heat, “Master!”

She had such a big, beaming smile on her face, and she looked so cute all over, that I couldn’t get mad at her. Still, I said, “Let go of me, please. I don’t want you to lose your job.”

She let go and took a step back, but she looked primed to launch herself all over me again at the slightest excuse. She gushed, “Don’t worry, my boss isn’t here, and it’s super slow right now! I reckon the Bat is in the back, but she’ll never know. Oh boy! This is so great! What great timing!”

Somehow, I had a sneaking suspicion my conniving wife had planned it that way. It suddenly made sense why she wanted to meet at four. I gave Min a sharp look.

She just smiled and smirked in an extra delighted and mischievous way.

I made a mental note to find out about this “Bat” Sue Ellen kept making cryptic references to, and soon. It sounded like potential trouble.

I glanced around to see how much of a scene we were making. Luckily, it wasn’t so bad. It was precisely four o’clock, and that was far too early for any dinner crowd, so there was only a small scattering of customers. It was also a lucky break that Sue Ellen hadn’t squealed or screamed, so only two other people had noticed the kissing. Those two were both other waitresses (neither of whom I recognized), since they were standing up and thus had better views. With Mindy standing there, from a distance it looked more like Sue Ellen was greeting a couple of friends or relatives, not a lover.

I said quietly, “Sue Ellen, you’re not allowed to touch me without permission. Period! If you do, the punishment will be severe. Do you understand?”

Unfortunately, that wiped her joyous smile off her face. She looked at me with concern and intense concentration (although one could still sense her excitement about to burst through). She was determined not to screw up.

Encouraged that she had things more or less under control, I said, “Okay. Good. Now, please seat us. And of course, you owe me one bra.” I held my hand out expectantly.

Sue Ellen had to know that was coming, but it looked like she had an orgasm on the spot caused by some kind of mental sexual excitement overload. Her eyes actually rolled up into her head for a second or two. She visibly shivered all over, and then she practically ripped her uniform open in her eagerness to get her bra off.

Luckily, she seemed to get a hold of herself, because she closed her eyes and appeared to mutter something to herself. Then she reached in, undid the bra, and handed it to me. She was wearing some kind of new, more revealing uniform, and that helped a lot in gaining access to her bra.

As I took the bra from her, I saw that she was beaming with her gorgeous smile again. I couldn’t help but smile in response. I could see that the smiling was contagious, because Mindy flashed her pearly whites too. “Okay! Lead the way.”

Sue Ellen looked around, and then whispered to me with barely contained joy, “Master, let me lead y’all to your very SPECIAL table! Where I can give y’all extra special Mama Mia service!” She finished that with a saucy wink. No doubt, she was going to take us to the same table we’d used before, in the much more private back room.

But Mindy stepped up and put a hand on Sue Ellen’s shoulder. “No, not today. We don’t want things to get out of hand. Unfortunately, he and I have to do some serious talking. Why don’t you seat us” - she quickly looked around - “there?” She pointed to a booth that was a bit out of the way, but was towards the front of the restaurant.

Sue Ellen was so ebullient that she hardly showed any disappointment at that. She practically skipped her way to our booth.

I walked along while holding the bra in full view. I got a kick out of that, especially when we passed one guy who looked at it with a puzzled expression.

Once Mindy and I sat down, Sue Ellen rushed off to get some menus, because she’d forgotten them in all the excitement. It was noticeable how her sizable boobs bounced around inside her uniform when she moved quickly.

I happily laid the bra on the table, again in full view. I guess I got to be the smirky one for a change.

But Mindy was all smirky smiles too as she asked me, “How does it feel to be the big cock of the walk?” She ostentatiously looked down at my crotch, as if she could see it through the table, and licked her lips. “Emphasis on BIG COCK...” she growled, hungrily. Then she glanced at the bra at the table, and I swear, I could see her arousal rising even more, like a rocket shooting into the sky. She actually had to take a moment to contain herself.

But then she looked up at me and said, as if she hadn’t been distracted at all, “You should have seen her when I came in. She flashed her cute smile and said, ‘Oh, howdy Mindy! Great to see you.’ Which was nice enough. But when she saw you - sheesh! It was like you were the Second Coming. Or, to be more accurate, the first cumming AND the second cumming, and probably a couple more nice cums after that.” She snickered.

I didn’t get a chance to reply, because Sue Ellen was back with the menus. “Here are you, Mrs. C.,” she said as she handed Mindy a menu with an extra big smile. “And for you, Master!”

She didn’t just hand me the menu, she held the menu out well past me, so she’d have an excuse to bend low over the table. She bent over so much that her nipples actually spilled out of her uniform and lightly grazed the tabletop! Then she stayed in that position, and asked me with a saucy tit wiggle, “Did y’all notice we have new uniforms?”

“Yes,” I replied, gawking at her dangling globes with undisguised desire. “How could I not?”

Indeed, the uniforms were dramatically improved. The previous ones had been gray and had all the appeal of shapeless potato sacks. Whereas the uniform she was wearing now was an appealing, pale blue color, and designed much like revealing cheerleader outfits. The shoulders were bare, there was a little strip of tummy showing just above the waistline, and, most importantly for my tastes, there was a dramatically plunging neckline. It was thanks to that new neckline that even her nipples could be seen in the position she was in now. Unfortunately, the matching skirt went all the way down to her knees, but I didn’t mind much since the top was so revealing.

“Do you like?” She asked with boundless eagerness. “I got ‘em just for you!” She was still bending over lewdly. If I would have had a plate of spaghetti in front of me, her boobs would have been soaked in the pasta sauce.

As it was, you had to be in a certain position to see just how much she was showing (my position, as a matter of fact - not even Mindy was getting the full show). Her ample tits looked to be in danger of spilling out of her top altogether, especially since she was braless now. Besides, simply having a waitress bend over a table that long was bound to attract notice before long. I wasn’t here to cause a scene, just to talk to Mindy. So I said, “They’re great! But what do you mean that you got them for me? Please straighten up and tell us the story.”

She did straighten up, but she’d didn’t just strike a normal pose. She moved into Position Number Two, with her hands on her head, her tits thrust forward, and her legs spread wide. Her height dropped about half a foot, because she spread her legs out so much.

I was shocked that she’d strike such an overtly sexual and submissive pose in the middle of her place of work. Still nobody seemed to be paying any attention to us.

Mindy looked at the hands on Sue Ellen’s head and gave her a disapproving look, complete with shaking her head no.

Sue Ellen looked around, and it looked like she was going to protest that there was no one near. (That’s why I hadn’t chastised her for calling me “Master,” since no one else could hear.) But she obviously had second thoughts about that, and pinned her hands behind her back instead.

In a way, that was almost more obvious, since it was still an odd pose and it caused her big tits to thrust forward so much, but I was enjoying the view too much to complain. They really were lovely, blue uniforms, and the creamy, tanned skin they framed was even lovelier.

I asked her, “How did you get new uniforms so quickly?”

Sue Ellen breathlessly explained, “Master, remember the first day you came in here, and you claimed me as your...” - she looked around carefully, and then dropped her voice a lot - “ ... as one of your slaves? Well, I knew deep down from that very day that I would spend the rest of my life serving you, and servicing your big, uh, member!” She was bursting with pride as she added, “I really knew it, even then!”

She looked around furtively again. “So the next day at work, I talked to all the other waitresses one by one about getting new uniforms that would be more to your liking. Obviously I didn’t put it exactly that way, but ... you know what I mean. It was a battle! Everyone agreed the old uniforms sucked, but each waitress had her own ideas on what the new ones should look like. However, with Laura and I working as a united front - you remember her, don’t you?”

I had to think for a moment. Finally, I remembered. She was the waitress who’d covered for us on that pivotal first day, and whom I’d all but promised to fuck if she lost thirty pounds. Uh-oh. That promise was trouble. But I just smiled and said, “Of course. Is she here now?”

Sue Ellen frowned. “Unfortunately, no. She’s gonna be reeeaaally bummed when she hears she missed y’all. But you should see how she looks. She’s been losing weight like you wouldn’t believe!”

Mindy was sitting across from me, but she gave my leg an encouraging kick upon hearing that. She smiled wolfishly too.

Sue Ellen continued, “So anyway, we pretty much rammed through the new uniforms in record time. I collected money from all the waitresses, and then bought them myself. They just came in yesterday! Isn’t that great, ‘cos you’re here today! And we presented them to the owner as a done deal. She was a bit doubtful about just how revealing they are, but I think she realized it can only draw in more customers. Anyway, do y’all know what you want?”

She added in a sexy purr, “Besides, well, you know...” She giggled gaily and suggestively at that.

I looked at Mindy, and she looked at me. Then she said, “He’ll have a root beer float.” And I said, “She’ll have a mocha cappuccino.” We smiled at each other and held hands, comforted by how well we knew each other’s tastes.

“Awww, how cute,” Sue Ellen said, still smiling broadly. “I’ll be right back!” She rushed off.

This was the first time I’d really had a chance to talk to Mindy alone since we’d arrived, so I gave her my most chagrined and annoyed expression. “THIS is the ‘new’ restaurant you couldn’t remember the name of, huh?”

She smirked, and shrugged, not showing any regret at all. “Hey, you weren’t listening. I told you this place had ‘exceptional personal service.’ I went on and on about how much their waitresses ‘love to serve you.’ I wanted to see if you’d get it. But needless to say, the thickness of your big head was only exceeded by the thickness of your not-so-little one. And didn’t you catch the sexy way I said that? I couldn’t have been any more obvious unless I’d somehow reached through the phone line and slapped you upside the head!”

“Okay,” I grudgingly conceded. “I’ve been a bit distracted, for reasons which shall remain bra-less” - I glanced at Sue Ellen’s bra lying in the open on the table, and Min did too - “so I’m missing nuance. And I’m too trusting of you, as if that were a bad thing. But in any case, why meet here, of all places? Do you just want to cause trouble? And what are we meeting about anyway that’s so top secret we can’t do it at home?”

“One question at a time, my handsome, hunky, horse-hung hubby. Oooh. I like the cadence of that.” Relaxing, she took off her blue business jacket and put in on the seat behind her.

Just watching her move made me want to put my hands on her silky smooth blouse and take it off her too. I was tempted to order her to take her bra off and put it on the table as well. But things could easily get out of control if we went that route. Besides, we were here just to talk. I had gotten erection, probably mostly from taking Sue Ellen’s bra, but I was trying hard to ignore it.

Mindy continued, “As to why meet here, why not? Already, you’ve totally made Sue Ellen’s day just by showing up. Didn’t that make it worth it, all by itself?”

“That’s a good point,” I admitted.

“Plus, I’ve got a hunch things will be more interesting here, somehow.” She raised an eyebrow as she glanced at the bra on our table top. “But I AM here just to talk. No monkey business this time, I swear! Did you notice how I got her to stop kissing you, and then take her hands off her head? And I even insisted we sit out here in the open instead of in back.”

“Hmmm. Now that you mention it, you did do all that.” I narrowed my eyes suspiciously. “What’s your angle? You must have some fiendishly sexy cucquean plan brewing that’s even MORE insanely arousing!”

She held a hand up as if taking an oath, and said solemnly. “I have nothing up my sleeve, I swear. Girl Scout’s honor.”

I said, “Impressive. Except of course you were never a Girl Scout.”

She grinned impishly. “I wasn’t? Oops! But I really do love their Thin Mint cookies. Does that count?”

I folded my arms impatiently. “No. And you’re not wearing any sleeves. But I’m still suspicious as to why you’re going to these great lengths.”

She sighed, exasperated. “Daniel Cooper! As the owner of a fifteen-inch long cock, you should know better than to use phrases like ‘going to great lengths.’ Why, merely the use of the word ‘length’ is enough to make all your cock slaves drool!”

I could tell that she wanted me to protest that I didn’t have a fifteen-inch long cock, since I most obviously did not! Hell, nobody did. But I knew her well enough to realize that would have just been a launch pad to yet more teasing and joking. Frankly, I loved her never-ending sense of fun, but right now I wanted to get down to brass tacks. So I just said, “Come on. Tell me your fiendish scheme.”

She smiled mischievously, looked around furtively, and then unbuttoned a couple of buttons on her white blouse, so she’d have some cleavage on show to compete with Sue Ellen’s ample display. But then she said forthrightly, “Actually, about this restaurant? No, I don’t have one. But about tonight? Oh yes! Yes, I most certainly do!”

Her eyes lit up. “That’s what we’re here to talk about. And I think it’ll help put you in the right frame of mind to see Sue Ellen walking around as we talk, especially with her going bra-less in her sexy new uniform. Now, you told me earlier today that-”

She stopped talking, because Sue Ellen came back with our drinks. Our knockout waitress put the drinks down on our table, and then sat herself down right next to me. In a matter of seconds, she stuck her hand inside my pants and was stroking my stiff dick!

Whoa! That came out of left field! I could have seen her doing something like that if we’d been in the private back room. In fact, I almost would have expected it. But out here? No way!

Admittedly, from a distance it just looked like she was sitting next to me. With her body blocking the view, not even Mindy could actually see Sue Ellen’s stroking hand. But the mere act of having a waitress cozy up next to a customer was unheard of. Sure, it felt great, but I didn’t want her to get in trouble or even lose her job!

Sue Ellen purred as she stroked my sweet spot, “So, Master, how can I serve you? How can I make you enjoy drinking your root beer float even more?”

“Um...” I was so taken by surprise by her bold handjob move that I didn’t know what to say. And dammit, how unfortunate that my dick was already fully engorged! With the way Sue Ellen had been bending over and showing off her new uniform and all, plus my ever sexy wife looking scrumptious in her formal business clothes, there was no way I could will it go down.

She continued giddily, “What if I were to lose a contact lens, right under this table? I might have to stay under there for quite a long while, looking for it.”

Mindy asked, “I thought you didn’t wear contact lenses?”

“I don’t. That’s why I’d have to stay down there a really long time!” Sue Ellen laughed. She ostentatiously licked all the way around her lips, as if her meaning wasn’t clear enough.

Mindy was all smirks, delighting in my tricky situation while Sue Ellen’s hand slid up and down my boner relentlessly. Clearly, she knew something was going on, and that it involved my dick.

I looked at my crotch with growing alarm. At first, Sue Ellen had just stuck her hand in my pants, but apparently she found that too confining, and she soon managed to have my zipper unzipped and my erection fully exposed. So far, the only ones who could see it were me and Sue Ellen, thanks to the confines of the booth plus the way her body blocked the aisle, but still. This was way too risky.