TGI Fridays

19^th Jan 2180

I know it’s not really a fancy restaurant, but TGI Fridays is usually a bit of fun. It’s a step up from fast food, and you can take your time with a starter, main course and desert.

I started with McDonalds, so you know this isn’t going to be a fine dining story anyway, but like I said back then, you always know what you’re getting with McDonalds.

Every branch in every country has those tiny little white-haired nymphs.

It’s the safe option.

But I didn’t feel like the safe option tonight.

I wanted variety, with just a splash of flair and maybe a little spice, and I knew just the place.

TGI Fridays isn’t new to the sex game.

They knew two hundred years ago that you were eying up that cute waitress in the little black skirt or tight pants.

She knew too, and I bet she got a good tip.

When prostitution went mainstream, they were right at the front of the charge, opening some of the first of the new bordellos in the country; where you could take that cute waitress upstairs and finally fuck her.

Hooters girls started blowing you right there at the table?

After the storm died down and Hooters took off, TGIs came up with ‘the screen’.

Whatever you wanted to do, right at your table.

Ok it was all behind a little folding screen, but you still got to bend that cute waitress over the table and eat Jack Daniel’s sauce off her ass if you wanted to.

That was a long time ago now though.

Things change, the screens are long gone and everything is out in the open.

But the waitresses are still cute, and you can still eat Jack Daniel’s sauce off their ass if you want to.

They still had those old-fashioned push doors to get in.

It was a moment of nostalgia as I stepped out of the brisk night to the little lobby designed to keep cold breezes off half-naked diners.

Pushing the 2^nd door open I stepped into the main restaurant and its barrage of flashing lights and tacky memorabilia.

Dark wooden beams clashed with bright red and white stripes and an old classic hover bike was bolted to the wall next to a collection of vintage assault rifles.

The decorating was tacky, but the girl who hastened over to the front counter made up for it.

A tall, slim leggy blonde teenager with a high ponytail.

She was around 6’4” in her thigh-high black boots and tight black hot pants.

Red and white striped bracers looped from the front of the tiny Lycra shorts over her shoulders. They were carefully positioned to cover her nipples, as they were the only thing she wore on her top half.

Large, pert breasts stood out proudly, lifting the bracers well clear of her smooth tanned belly and slim waist.

There was a friendly smile on her face as she greeted me and confirmed I was looking for a table for one.

She led me to my table and, as I followed her my eyes naturally drifted down to her tight ass, outlined in perfect detail by her tiny black-shorts.

Her hips hardly flared, but they swayed mesmerizingly back and forth as she led me through the restaurant.

I had to restrain myself from reaching out a hand as she climbed a small set of stairs to a raised seating platform on the other side of the restaurant.

If wasn’t modesty that held me back.

Ass-grabbing was practically encouraged.

But I was horny, and there was just something about tall girls that made me want to bend them over something.

I know that sounds great, but ... I really was trying to force myself to stop picking the first girl who smiled at me in these places.

If was an old hang-up from the days when you used to have to flirt.

She smiled at me over her shoulder as she reached the top of the stairs.

Fuck it.

As we reached the table, she started to explain something about the ordering system and specials.

I wasn’t listening.

She stopped mid-sentence as I squeezed the sporty little teenage bum.

She looked over her shoulder, a slow smile spreading across her face.

‘Starters?’ She questioned softly.

I stepped up closer behind her, one hand gripping her hip and pulling her back against me.

She turned slowly, shivering slightly as the movement dragged the hand I’d placed on her hip across the front of her shorts.

She managed to flush a little despite her healthy tan and took a slow step backwards, still smiling broadly and she slipped the flashy red and white bracers off her shoulders.

They dropped, finally showing off the large perky breasts they’d been semi-concealing.

She raised an eyebrow questioningly.

At TGIs you could have anything you wanted – they just billed you at the end.

I nodded before making a little spinning motion with my finger.

With a happy giggle she turned around to face the table and, as I stood back admiring her ass, she lent forward, laying her torso flat against the table top.

I quietly resolved to myself that I was just going to fuck her once, quickly, and then pick a girl to settle down for an hour or two with while I ate.

She reached back with both hands to her hips and with a cute little wiggle started peeling the tight shorts down.

She had to wriggle back and forth a little as she worked them over her slim hips, but she finally managed to drag them to the tops of her mid-thigh boots.

Her smooth golden tan covered every inch of her gorgeous ass and soft looking lips.

Her pussy was beautiful, from this angle her neat little clit sat out proudly below thin but protruding lips that pressed tightly together in a smooth seam, not giving up any or her secrets even when she shuffled her legs apart slightly.

Smiling and fixing her eyes on me she brought one hand up to her mouth, sucking noisily on her two middle fingers before pushing them down between her and the table.

She raised her ass slightly to make room for her hand as it slipped between her legs and started dragging that tiny little nubbin in achingly slow circles.

I stepped out of my trousers as she stroked, long drawn out moans escaping her as she got herself ready to be fucked.

I wrapped my hand around her pony tail, gripping it tight as I stepped up behind her and lined up my cock. She gave an excited little chuckle and her fingers started moving faster across her clit as I pulled her head back and slipped the head of my cock down.

It grazed over her tanned asshole and between those perfect tight little cheeks, before I forced it between her tight protruding lips.

She moaned louder as I dragged it up and down between her lips, spreading the wetness leaking from her all the way from her clit to her asshole.

As I finally pressed the head against her tight little hole she started trembling, one hand reaching to grip the side of the table as the other buzzed frantically on her clit.

With a hard shove a buried the head between those tight lips, finally stretching them apart.

A half a second afterwards, her back arched and her feet lifted up off the floor.

With a noise that was almost a growl she came hard, squeezing the head of my cock.

Damn, what were they giving these girls?

Drugs made the girls ultra-responsive and if they went too long without being fucked ... well I’d seen girls climax just from having their hair pulled before.

I could see her tanned little asshole throbbing as her muscles rippled in little contractive waves.

As the waves eased off, I felt her try to drop her head. I pulled back hard with the hand wrapped in her hair, and her mouth opened wide in a surprised O as my hips pushed forward again hard.

She hadn’t stopped playing with her clit through the whole thing, and her fingers were slick now with the moisture leaking from her tanned little pussy, so I figured she was ready for more.

With a tug to bring her head up higher I started thrusting hard.

Her pussy was tight, but slick with moisture and soon I was slamming my full length into her.

She came again as my thrusts caused my hips to slam into her tanned ass.

I rode it out, still fucking her hard as she bucked and screamed under me.

She came out the other side gasping for air and giggling as I carried on fucking her, fingers still buzzing in tight little circles over her clit.

As her giggles subsided, I realised she was trying to say something. Tiny little whispers between pants.

I pulled her up by her hair, still slowly trusting forward with my hips.

“my ass ... my ass ... Please...” she managed between gasping breaths.

She flopped forward on the table as I release her hair and reached for the bottle of lube, happy to oblige.

She waved my hand away from the little bottle, before reaching back to grip her tight little buns and pull them wide apart.

My cock was still glistening with moisture from her pussy as I carefully lined it up.

She gave out a happy giggle, her hand slipping back under her to resume its rapid little circling as I reclaimed my grip on her hair and slowly pushed into her.

She howled out as I roughly forced the head of my cock past her tight little ring.

I thought I’d hurt her – maybe I had – but her teeth gritted, and she started pushing back against me.

I pushed my hips forward firmly. No thrusting, just a slow steady pressure as I slowly sank into her.

I had to grit my own teeth and push when she reached another climax with only half of me inside her, but I pushed on as she growled and moaned and shook and cried out.

I couldn’t believe it when, as I neared the last inch, I felt a trembling start to run through her.

I was close myself now and slowed my pushing forward.

The tension built up higher and higher, as her fingers buzzed away, and her ass started clenching around me. I could see little tremors and shakes building up on her gorgeous ass.

I waited.

Just as her back started to arch and she gritted her teeth again I slammed forward, burying the last inch deep in her with one thrust.

She screamed and tried to rise from the table, but I gripped her shoulders with both hands and pulled her down against me and I started to thrust up into her.

Her screams turned to growls and then moans as I drove myself over the edge, pressing my hips hard against her tanned bum and unloading deep in her bowels as I rode out her last of her fierce climax.

She shuddered and panted even as I pulled myself from her.

Amazingly her fingers still circled her tiny little clit as she rode out the aftershock of her climax on the table-top.

The seats were wide and soft, like little beds each side of the table and I flopped down into one as she recovered enough to sit up blushing.

I grabbed my trousers to pull out a couple of dollars, slipping her the tip before I dropped them under the table.

No point in putting them back on I figured.

She was still blushing hard as she thanked me and struggled back into the tiny shorts.

I watched her struggles, still appreciating that perfect tanned ass as I watched a trail of seamen leak from it before it was hidden by tight Lycra.

My immediate needs met I nodded politely and turned my attention to the little tablet resting in a holder on the table.

It was a quaint little throwback and I used it to order a starter, main and dessert.

As I browsed the girls on the menu, I realised I hadn’t got the first girls name.

With a shake of my head I decided to stick to my resolution.

She was the starter.

Pick a main course.

Something different.

Not blonde, not tall, small breasts, no tan, I resolved in a little mantra as I swiped through the girls, before finally fixing on one who fit the bill.

I added in a beer and confirmed the order, finally looking around my table as I set the little tablet back in its holder.

A thick, sturdy looking wooden table sat between two high, wide cushion covered benches giving you plenty of room to lie back or move around as much as you wanted.

The little nook I’d been led to was empty of other customers and the walls were packed tight with sports memorabilia and Americana with no discernible theme or colour scheme.

The sound of high heels on wooden steps pulled my attention away from an old set of roller skates that had triggered some nostalgia in me.

I looked hopefully towards the stairs, hoping my order – and waitress – had arrived a lot sooner than I’d expected.

Instead an Asian girl with pigtails, dressed in a revealing version of a Japanese school girl outfit, was showing another group of diners to the table next to mine.

She was pretty and I’d nearly picked her, but she wasn’t my waitress.

I was planning on getting Chinese food next week, so I’d gone for another option.

Behind her was a man who appeared to be in his early fifties.

His age was a warning flag, and everything else about the guy screamed ‘hard times’.

He must have been well clear of seven feet tall and improbably broad in the shoulders.

An unsubtle reminder of a long-gone fashion that bigger was better and the slight limp as he climbed the small set of stairs was another sign of a man who couldn’t afford his next Refresh.

I felt a pang of sympathy; society was cruel these days. There were no social safety nets or support systems for those who fell on hard times.

If you couldn’t pay for healthcare, you suffered.

If you couldn’t afford a younger body, you died.

If surprised me when I saw two youngsters following him up the stairs. Kids weren’t exactly rare, but they weren’t that common these days. Food and drink everywhere were laced with birth control, and you had to be government approved to get the counteragents.

It was a long process, you had to be married, government vetted and run a gauntlet of gene compatibility tests designed to avoid monstrous clashes, before you’d get the pills.

It was another neat little way to control society and it was just about the only thing that money couldn’t buy you these days.

I didn’t see any sign of a wife, so I guessed he’d fallen on hard times after the kids came along.

The boy and girl came up side by side behind him.

I had to guess his age at around fifteen, but it was hard to tell. He’d taken after his father to an extent, although not to the same extremes. He stood around 6’4”, probably the average height for a grown man these days, but his youthfulness showed on his smooth clear face and in his lack of confidence and presence for a man his size.

The girl was slightly younger, looking around fourteen.

A skinny little thing with a mass of gently curling red hair halfway down her back and a rash of freckles across her cheeks. The freckles continued on her shoulders and down to the top of a short yellow summer dress that sat high on her thighs, showing off coltish legs.

I wondered briefly if this was the guys wife just out of Refresh.

She was certainly pretty enough. But her timid nature and child’s dress made me think otherwise.

A metallic flash of braces as she smiled at the waitress confirmed it ... beautiful, but not perfect.

The little dress rode up teasingly as she crawled onto the bench seat next to her brother. They sat facing me while the giant sat on the closer seat to me, facing them.

I heard the bench creak and re-settle as he carefully sat down.

I went back to looking at the crap on the walls as they discussed their order.

I wasn’t looking to eavesdrop, but the tables were back-to-back and it was impossible not to overhear.

The argument was about money and was obviously a continuation of a long running feud.

‘It’s my sixteenth dad!’ The boy had a pleading tone that didn’t fit his large frame ‘if we get a waitress...

‘Jack! No!’ The giant had a surprisingly soft voice. ‘I’m sorry, but we just can’t afford it’

Jack wasn’t done ‘I’ll get a job soon. I’ll pay you back.’

His sister gave a little snort.

I had to agree, jobs were short, and the competition was genetically enhanced.

‘You’ll just have to make do with your sister’ the giant softly rumbled.

I’ll admit I was definitely eavesdropping by this stage.

‘Sammi’s rubbish. She gags and doesn’t know what she’s doing’ Jack whined.

The pretty girl opened her mouth to object, but the giant cut them both off. ‘She’ll have to lean. I can’t support you both and save for a Refresh.’

The argument continued, but my attention was pulled away by the arrival of my order.

A girl was coming up the stairs with a plate of hot-wings in one hand and a beer in the other. Looking about fifteen, the sides of her head were clipped and the short black hair on the top of her head was swept to one side in a tomboy haircut.

The back shirt she wore had only one button done up, spreading wide at the top to show off the tops of B cup breasts and a black bra. Beneath her breasts the shirt was tied in a lose knot, exposing her flat belly and flaring hips.

Red and white braces crossed her pale midriff either side of a belly button piercing and clipped into a short, tight, black skirt.

She had a curve to her waist and her thighs were slightly on the thick side. Smooth muscle rather without a hint of fat was the cause though, and the silhouette of a dragon tattoo curled lazily around one to disappear under the hem of the skirts.

A nose ring, slim choker and eyebrow bar gave her a punk look and her smile as she reached the table showed a dazzling number of pure white teeth.

Her name tag read ‘Billie’ and her menu bio had told me she was a vegan (damn rare these days) and was drug free (which was unheard of in her line of work).

That last one had peaked my curiosity.

Working in a place like this without the drugs that made girls horny and full of energy all the time was brave. You either had to be very resilient or have a sex drive that was through the roof.

It did have some merit though; the drugs could be harsh. Some girls couldn’t handle the urges it gave them and there was always a tricky teething period for new users.

Billie’s smile was reassuring though, it looked genuine as she looked me over on her approach.

Her appraisal remined me that my trousers were still under the table.

One less thing to worry about later, I guess.

As she reached where I was sitting, she smoothly stepped up onto my bench and then onto the table itself, padding along on bare feet to stand in front of me.

Setting the plate of wings down in front of me she knelt gracefully, resting one knee either side of the plate and causing her short shirt to ride up, slowly revealing strong, pale, smooth thighs and a puffy, hairless little pussy.

She stroked one hand up the inside of her thigh, her nails scratching her pale skin and dragging the skirt higher to reveal a cute little daisy shaped gemstone winking at me from her pieced clit. One finger softly stroked the exposed nub, while the other gently manipulated the daisy, the movement causing the bar that ran from it under her hood to rock gently.

It was always fun to see what the girls would do when left to their own devices. Were they happy to sit there and wait timidly for instruction? Were they too horny to wait quietly?

Billie is seemed was an exhibitionist.

Her eyes were fixed on my face, still smiling happily as she teased herself on the table. Her other hand started squeezing her perky little breasts before unfastening her shirt and unclipping her bra at the front.

I grabbed a hot wing and enjoyed it as I watched her slowly cup one of her breasts, squeezing hard before focusing in on the nipple. A little flash of metal caught my eye and drew my attention to the little metal ring through her already hardened nipple.

She tugged gently on the ring, her other hand moving in fasters circles as her breathing deepened.

I threw down the bones of the first wing and grabbed another.

Billie took a quick glance down, before she locked her gaze on mine again, a sly little smile on her face as she saw the effect she’d had on my cock.

It seemed to spur her on as she found her other nipple and started tugging on the matching ring there, her hips making small grinding motions as she teased herself.

I noticed the argument behind me had calmed down and a quick glance past Billie, to their table showed me that young Jack was watching intently. The girl, Sammi, was trying to look at the menu, but occasional nervous glances at my table and her brother showed she wasn’t really reading it.

By this time Billie had worked herself up to quite a little frenzy, one hand rapidly switching from one nipple to the other, squeezing and tugging on her piercings, while the other hand circled in almost a blur.

As I threw down the bones of the 2^nd chicken wing she pushed the plate out of the way before I could grab another and rose to stand on the table in front of me.

Placing a hand on my shoulder to steady herself, she stepped down onto the wide bench I sat on, one leg either side of me.

Without a word she slowly lowered herself down, reaching beneath herself as she squatted down straddling my lap, she took a hold of my cock and in one smooth motion pressed herself down onto the first couple of inches of my cock.

She let out breathless squeal.

She was soaked, but tight. Touching herself had taken her right to the edge and it seemed like she’d made the decision that she wanted to cum on my cock.

The hand that had lined me up with her pussy went straight back to her clit, her palm cupping her clit and piercing and moving in stroking circles as her trembling legs slowly worked her down further onto me.

I could feel her soaked little pussy gripping at me in waves and between each wave she would drive herself down a little further.

I put a hand to her throat and squeezed gently, my other hand tugging on her nipple ring.

Both actions were more playful than anything, but the hand she’d rested on my shoulder shot to her throat instantly, wrapping over my hand and squeezing to increase the pressure there.

Her shaking legs were almost giving out under her and her mouth was a wide ‘O’ but she’d managed to work all of my cock into her still spasming little cunt and her hips circled in jerky motions as she ground herself against me.

I grabbed her throat with my other hand too, squeezing tightly, but not quite strangling her.

White teeth flashed in a breathless smile as I pulled her up a couple of inches and then raised my hips to push into her as I let her weight fall back onto me.

By this point I didn’t need too much encouragement. Being careful not to squeeze too tight I started lifting her by her throat, before impaling her down hard on my cock.

Her pussy was still spasming, legs shaking and the only noise she could seem to make was were breathless grunts.

I picked up the pace, easily lifting her up and down until I was pulling her almost off of my cock before pushing her back down. Her legs had lifted slightly so her knees no longer touched the bench even when she bottomed out.

Her hands were clinging to my shirt and I’d half expected her to tap out or try to move my hands away, but it looked like she’d happily pass out before she did that.

I couldn’t believe her soaked pussy was still spasming and clamping down on me, but I was happy to take advantage of it and it wasn’t long before I felt myself reaching the point of no return.

Pushing her down as hard as I could I pushed my hips up and ground into her as I felt myself spay again and again into her.

One of her hands had slipped from my chest to hang loosely, but the other still held a weak grip on my shirt and I could still feel weak waves of spasms passing through her exhausted body.

I let my hands fall from her throat and she drew in a deep shuddering breath as she fell forward against me.

I could still feel the occasional tremor pass through her body as she rested her head against my chest, her sweat soaking through my shirt.

I stroked her back slowly, toying with the short hair on the back of her neck as I let her recover.

She was still quiet, but her breathing had settled down.

It gave me a chance to glance across to the other table, where I noticed the Giant had half turned to take in the show.

The boy, Jack, had his hands wrapped up in a mass of curly red hair in his lap, Sammi seemed to be struggling, but it didn’t look like there was much she could do against his strength as he forced her head up and down.

She knelt on the bench next to him and the struggle had caused her short yellow sundress to ride up revealing plain light pink panties. Her pale thighs were skinny and lightly freckled, and her little ass wiggled as she tried to regain control of her mouth.

Billie gave a little whimper from her position curled up on my lap and I realised the sight of Sammi’s panties had caused my cock to stir a little.

The whimpers from Billie and wet gagging sounds coming from Sammi didn’t help.

I felt a wet oozing around the sides of my cock as it rose to life again, forcing semen and Billie’s wetness to make space for it.

The giant gave me an amused look as I switched my attention between his kids and the curled-up girl in my lap.

‘Kids, eh? Always fighting.’ He rumbled conversationally. ‘I won’t let him fuck her, but she’s got to at least learn how to give a blowjob if she’s ever going to get a job.’

‘Never had them myself, my wife died and we never... ‘ I trailed out, a little squelching noise from Billie filling the quiet pause.

‘Ah, mine just fucked off about six years back’ he sighed, ‘I got hurt at work and she ran took off with what money the medical bills and downtime didn’t eat through.’

It was a grim, but familiar story. If you weren’t doing well you couldn’t afford a Refresh, and if you couldn’t get a Refresh your chances of a good job were slim.

Add in a couple of kids to look after and it wasn’t pretty, but I did respect a guy who kept at it.

We chatted for a while as Jack got his awkward blowjob and Billie recovered in my lap. It turns out the Giant was called Buck, he’d worked private security for a big tech firm, but got his knee blown out during a raid.

Corporate security was usually a good job. They only took guys who were built for it (literally) and the benefits were great ... unless you lost company merchandise. In that case you’d be shuffled out the door.

If you got hurt fending off raiders, they’d put you back together again no matter the cost.

But lose equipment? Yeah, say goodbye to your medical package.

Buck had been working warehouse jobs for a while, but you’d take 30-40 years saving for a refresh in that sort of gig, and he didn’t look like he had that much time, even without the kids.

By the time we’d traded stories Billie was starting to make little grinding motions with her hips and Jack had finally gotten Sammi into a bobbing rhythm despite the occasional wet gagging noise coming form their table.

The cute little Asian schoolgirl arrived with three plates for them and Jack reluctantly let Sammi up to eat, still eyeing the waitress and Billie hungrily.

I turned my attention back to Billie to let them eat in peace. Her short hair was plastered to her head with sweat in places, but she gave me a contented smile as she started to slowly ride my cock, leaning forward to kiss me.

I slid my hands around cupping her firm ass in encouragement.

Pushing herself backwards slightly she grabbed a hot wing from the plate and held it in front of me as she slowly ground her pussy down against me.

She took her time and I was happy to let her, enjoying her attentions as she slowly fed me the plate of wings.

By the time I’d finished them, the family seemed to be nearing the end of their meal. I’d noticed they’d gone straight for the main course and guessed they were probably going to skip dessert as well. This was far from an expensive place to eat, but things were obviously tight.

I didn’t much fancy Jack’s chances when he brought up the waitress issue again. I could feel Buck’s frustration, but it was hard not to feel sympathy for a horny teen who’d had half a blowjob in a place where everyone else was fucking.

‘Buck. I’ve got over an hour of Billie here’s time left.’ I suggested, just loudly enough to interrupt the next round of the argument. ‘I’d be happy for the boy to borrow her for a bit ... it’s his birthday after all.’

I’d expected Jack to jump on the idea, but he kept silent, looking hopefully at his dad instead.

Buck looked uncomfortable and I could see he was planning to turn down the offer even before he spoke ‘That’s very kind of you, but we don’t take charity’ he rumbled quietly.

‘Of course not.’ I quickly reassured before making my play ‘Maybe a trade ... I’ll send Billie over to spend a while with you guys and Sammi can come and entertain me.’