Episode 66: Dark Chocolate

“There’s our man!”

Waitress Nikki N’Dolla heard her near twin sister Kwikki as she peered out the front window of Hilltop restaurant. Outside parking was their white boy stud crush Cabot Ross. Getting out of his car he seemed ... different. Swagger even! More confident in his demeanor and stride! Nikki joining her sister in the window narrowed her eyes with intrigue. “You see what I see?”

“Hard on?”

“Besides that.”

“I guess I’m blind.” Kwikki tilted her head with a squint of her own.

“I have a feeling he hooked up with that rich old bird, Roselyn Albright.”

“You think? Would Cabot really string along some wealthy old cougar?”

“Maybe! They were awful chummy the other day.”

“Maaan! I hope he still wants us. That would suck if all of our temptations were for nothing.” From pout to shoulder nudges Kwikki changed her tune. “Not that I don’t mind using a double dildo with my badass older sissy.”

“Me neither.” Nikki laughed at the newest waitress at Hilltop. “Finish setting up your tables. Just ignore Cabot and see what he says.”

“I’m still going to tease him like crazy.”

“And that is why we are so much alike.”

Nikki flipped her tongue at her younger sister by a year and a half. Stepping away to fill condiments Nikki walked around with a tray of said garnishes as if they weighed a ton. With only the staff onboard so early this was their everyday procedure. A front door jingle of a bell up above the entry Cabot entered with pride, ego maybe.

His day with Roselyn and Melanie Bush was incredible and he simply felt empowered knowing both women were pretty much under his rule. Sure, Melanie Bush had some bite but in the end an agreement was made in her living there on Albright Mountain fulltime. Masseuse her primary job, house whore to Cabot as a privilege.

Now with his old school track rival and pastor’s daughter Grace Goode added to the variety he was in heaven. She was considering her career as a maid. Although Cabot liked the busty blonde in all reality, he hoped she might evolve into another house whore. He knew deep down that she was mulling it all over just to be near Cabot. Things were moving along nicely.

They were enough for now, but his flame of leadership could easily become an inferno. Now he knew exactly how Heath Talbot felt in controlling his landlady Margo Needy. Technically, Cabot owned Momma Margo too but loved her as family more than house slut. Well, he still intended to fuck Margo. That was a given!

“Morning stud!”

Nikki glared over at him as she bent across her booth to reach condiment bottles in order to refill them from larger containers. In her waitress uniform her skirt was fairly short but not so brazen as to show off her tight dark ass. Her grey skirt’s hemline was at mid-thigh when standing but in stretching forward it rose higher by three inches, resulting in borderline cheekage.

With nobody but Nikki, Kwikki, and an older waitress by the name of Janice in the dining room there was room for banter. The manager Claude was in his office beyond the kitchen, and even the hostess was MIA, likely in the kitchen flirting, she had a crush on a chef employed there.

Seeing easy pickings Cabot swooped in behind Nikki and pinched her skirt, lifting it over her cheeks to get a clear view of her hearty twerking ass, a black G-string unfortunately covered her clam. Reacting to his stealth she bent further forward and smiled brightly.

“You need to lose that slingshot.”

“Take it from me while I’m feeling generous.” She giggled!

Tossing his apron on a chair back Cabot looked around seeing only Kwikki eying them. Winking at baby sister he knelt down reaching under Nikki’s skirt and slowly, almost seductively peeled her thin bands down over her hips and ass until he finally got a look at her chocolate clam.

Janice looking lost turned to face them at a distance and did notice Cabot kneeling behind Nikki but didn’t put much thought into it. Cabot was always respectful so in her mind he was harmless. Retracing her steps Janice completely overlooked Nikki’s G-string coiled around her knees in perfect view if seen. Making it appear as if she were filling the mustard bottle threw Janice off. Once oblivious Cabot finished his job and guided her black lace to her pumps and off. Standing up he sniffed them and let out a playful sigh.

“You smell good today, Nik.”

“I taste even better.”

She herself reached behind her to lift her skirt up. With Janice lingering in back of the dining room Kwikki sighed heavily and walked back there to run interference. In a hurry Cabot crouched and inhaled her bare ass, nuzzling her crack before taunting her cunt with his tongue. A soft pant heard she gripped the table ledge, feeling his tongue digging through her labia for glorious hole. “Dammit Boy!”

“MAN!” He lifted away to correct her. “None of that boy shit!”

“Do you even know how long I’ve wanted that tongue inside me? Get back in there.” She pouted, “Please even!”

“Naaa! You ruined it calling me boy. I will be keeping black beauty here.” He stood up and inhaled her G-string again. “I have to go clock in.”

“Cock in! Get back here.” She stomped her foot watching him walk away with his apron and sweet-smelling pussy pouch. “You suck Cabot.”

“I’m sure you do it better.” He loved taunting her. Kwikki realizing they were done abandoned Janice in rearranging tables in case a larger party came in for breakfast. On a Tuesday, things were unpredictable. Always busy but some days swamped. Tips here were good all day long.

“That was so hot!” Kwikki appeared next to her sister with an expression of awe. “See? Cabot wants at least you.”

“Could have fooled me. He just licked my hole once then backed off.”

“Well? We are at work, and we do need jobs. Just a thought ... do our security cameras work?”

“SHIT!” Nikki gnashed her perfect pearly whites, “I guess Claude gets a show once he checks footage. If he bothers. Pretty sure he only looks if he suspects stealing or something.”

“Cabot did just steal your panties.”

“Ugh! I’m going to be wet all day long now.”

“Is that anything new? I’m wet 24/7. Anyways, I wonder why Uncle Samuel was still home this morning. I heard him come in just before we left for work. It’s unusual that he was out all night long. You think he hooked up with a girlfriend or something?” Not a chance! Just a gunshot wound to his arm was all. He just hid it from the girls. They were his sole family here in the states after his wife returned to Nigeria to care for her ailing parents.

“Maybe they were shorthanded at the cop shop last night. He pulled double duty yesterday.”

“True! He knows he can use the extra money. So could we but waiting tables double shifts is a big hell no.”

“What’s this about double dicks?” Cabot returned catching them off guard. “Oh, yeah, did you bring your double dildo to work today?”

“In our car just in case.” Kwikki giggled! “Where’s Nikki’s G?”

“Dunno! I didn’t lick her long enough to locate it.”

“You’re so mean. What did you do with my G-string?”

“I sold it to the dishwasher guy Carp in the kitchen.” Omar Carpenter aka Carp! “Here! Twenty bucks to start your tip jar.” He handed her the bill. Eying it with an unblinking gaze she froze.

“I’ll take it.” Kwikki snatched it up. “Snooze you lose ... more than your panties.”

“You did not sell my underwear to Carpenter.”

“Uhhh?” Cabot lifted his eyebrows, “I did! Go look, I bet he’s still sniffing them.”

“OH, MY GOD!” Humiliated, Nikki stomped off for the kitchen to see for herself. Omar Carpenter was nothing to drool over, being chunky and short. Sure enough, he was wearing her underwear like a surgical mask while he recleaned some spotty glasses. “FUCK!” She no longer wanted them anyway.

Back out at the tables Janice passed Kwikki and Cabot and patted Cabot on the shoulder saying good morning. A friendly smile shared she headed to the kitchen herself. She would see Omar in the underwear and roll her eyes. Kids these days!

“Your turn.” Cabot escorted Kwikki to the very same table Nikki was refilling bottles. The tray shoved back Cabot picked her up and sat her on the table. Nudging her back resting on her palms as support he lifted her skirt and whistled at her own white lace, her pubes like a rectangle sticking up over the fabric. The narrow G-string was constricting up between her labia. “Yummy! I don’t know whether to sing Ebony and Ivory or just...”

“Don’t be racist! I like you when you don’t treat me like crap.”

“I’ve never once treated you like crap. Lift that ass!” She flared her eyes at his commandeering tone. Doing so he reached under her and began dragging her G-string off. Once her pussy came into view he dared to lean in over her stretched panties and nuzzled her rectangular peach fuzz. “Damn! You smell better than Nik. I might have to sell your panties for fifty.”

“As long as I get the money.” She laughed! “Lick me at least.” Panties removed first he grabbed her ankles and sent her to her elbows. Looking around for safety he buried his face into her snatch. “Holy fuck! That feels incredible. Don’t stop!” A single finger dipped within her wet vulva he dug up inside her, “Let’s find your G-spot.”

“Take your time.” She panted nibbling her lower lip. Fingers examining her interior, he creased her G making her squeal slightly. “You did it.”

“Good!” He removed his finger from her and drew a wet heart around her belly button. Once achieved he sucked on that finger and stepped back. “Tastes like...”

“If you say chicken, I’m going to kick you in the balls.” She laughed sitting up before they were busted. Voices heard coming from the kitchen, a swinging door opened up. Out came their manager Claude Epstein, Jewish born but non practicing of faith. Kwikki slipped off the table in the Knick of time. Cabot inhaling her white lace right in front of Claude feigned blowing his nose. Sniffling at her body spray’s scent he stashed her panties in his pants pocket.

“Catching a cold Cabot?”

“Naaa! Kwikki might be getting cold though.” Kwikki shivered playing it off. “A cold I meant. Not looking very busy this morning. I only see three cars outside waiting on you to unlock the door.”

Joining them Nikki pointed at Cabot with a sneer while Claude was unaware. “It is almost that time.” The manager looked at his Rolex. “You guys ready?” Kwikki stared at Cabot with lust, nodding her head feverishly. Again, Claude lost out by looking back at Nikki. A thumbs up on her part she nodded too. “Better put that tray of condiments away.”

“Got it.” Nikki watched Claude Epstein walk away around the hostess dais to unlock the front door after Cabot had relocked it on his way in. Nikki moving to Cabot’s left, Kwikki to his right he offered a smug look at them then bent at the knee just enough to run both of his hands up the backs of their skirts. Fingers probing, he found their assholes and induced a finger inside each. Giddy at his boldness they bent forward to feel his intrusiveness better.

“Double dipping!” He laughed! Both sisters looked at one another and reached for him. A shared experience they rubbed his concealed erection. Kwikki lowered her hand to his balls and lightly squeezed them. “I’ll get to it. You two just know who the boss is here.”

Claude returning all hands were back to business. Condiment tray reclaimed Nikki headed for the waitress bar where they stored immediate supplies. Following her Cabot and Kwikki went to the kitchen. Nikki heard him say, “Do I hear fifty?” Kwikki squealed when the chef bought her panties. The hostess who crushed on that particular chef was offended and stomped off until Cedric the waiter stopped her. “Sixty for yours?”

Bright red in the face Kelly Reinhart left the kitchen pissed. She knew he was teasing her. Who would want her fat ass tighty whiteys? Poor kid! She never stood a chance. Chuckling with Omar the dishwasher, Cedric put Kwikki’s G-string on his face too. Something smelled delicious!

“Boss?” The girls both spoke at the same time repeating his earlier comment.

Cabot left them to decipher his code.

Nikki demanded thirty bucks more from Omar. She had to show him her pussy to get it. Kwikki? Front, back, sides, cheeks wide. Put your money where your mouth should be gentlemen. Hell yes! The N’Dolla’s were demanding more N’DOLLARS! Bossy bitches! Not so easy was it Cabot?

Open for business! Let the waiters wait!

8:05 AM

Time to wake up Gracie! Someone was sleeping Goode.

Eyelids opened and closed just as fast. Heaven was just too bright this morning for the Pastor’s daughter. Ten more minutes Lord, just ten more minutes. It wasn’t like she had anything to do until later in the day. Outside of going for her daily bike ride on the trails next to her apartment complex she was a free spirit. Not like you might think hearing the term. Still, after Cabot’s visit last night and taking her outside on the landing naked, showing her off as he did, it was intriguing.

“Okay! I’m up!”

There was no alarm clock going off, merely her inner nudge. Sitting up on her couch, where she had fallen asleep after talking with Cabot and saying their farewells by phone, she stretched vividly then got up. Before anything she did some yoga stretches in her albeit sheer nightie. Her limbs required circulation. Not a coffee drinker unless forced, Grace downed an energy drink and burped, apologizing to God above. It just came naturally to talk to the big guy.

“I wonder if Mrs. Albright will take to me? I really could use this job she’s offering. It kind of scares me how Cabot is so close to her though. It should be me he’s all over. God, I can’t believe after all this time not seeing him in any fashion, other than high school track meets, my crush came flooding back the day we first ran into one another again. I just can’t take my mind off of him. Should I even be giving into him like this? I mean he’s seeing Maria a few doors down from me. Even though he says she doesn’t mind, surely, she can’t be happy to be sharing the guy. Why am I even thinking this is possible? I am so going to get hurt.”

Belching at the after taste from her Venom drink lingering, she shuffled to her tiny bathroom and brushed her teeth. “Dang it, Eve!” Pepsodent didn’t help. Not even gargling! Blame it on the apple tossed she thought to herself, not the snake in the can. It was an everyday curse; she bought a case of her poison at Sam’s Club as a gift from her mother. Mom knew her daughter was addicted to high energy.

Water splashed in her face to revive she tied her long silky blonde hair into a ponytail then went to her bedroom to get dressed. Clean white leggings added to with a simple white sports bra style top that fought against her 36C’s she was dressed for her morning ride. Bobby socks and tennis shoes, dark sunglasses and a tennis hat to shade her brow topped off the essentials. Fanny pack to hold her cellphone, and a protective can of mace hooked about her lithe waist, she unlocked her front door. Carefully rolling out her mountain bike that had been resting idle in her living room she realized she had forgotten something important.

Her sole transportation left leaning against the apartment railing she detached her thermos from the bike and went inside to refill it with water. Coming back, she locked up her apartment, stashed her keys in her fanny pack then reattached her bottle to the bike frame. Riding gloves pulled over her palms she set out taking her bike down the two-level staircase and successfully to the ground.

Mounting her seat, the pressure against her inner thigh, and her pussy sent her eyes flaring. “Quit flirting with me, Sermon.” Yes, she had a nickname for her bike. Sermon on the mount? She found it funny. There were days that seat got her off without even trying. HALLELUJAH!

Out front in the parking lot ready to start peddling something made her pause. Peering up at her apartment door she envisioned Cabot holding her naked against the rail making her smile. “The whole world could have seen me in that moment.” Her pussy got wet picturing him taking her from behind. Not that he did, simply wishful fantasy.

“I can’t believe my neighbor saw us. Raoul has been eyeballing me since he moved in a month ago. I hope he doesn’t get ideas that I’m easy. He’s older and I’m just only into Cabot right now. It does make me wonder where he ran off to last night. I’ve never seen him carrying a pool cue case before. I mean he never leaves his apartment, but I suppose even he has a hobby. Playing pool is fun.” So not a pool shark! Neither was Raoul the Puma! Who knew she had a hitman living next to her.

Activity a few doors down caught Grace’s attention. “Maria is still home. Hmmm? Normally she has to be at the nursing home by 7:00. Did she call off work today?” Waiting for her to lock her door and come downstairs, Grace walked her bike while seated to meet Maria. “Hey you! Playing hooky today?”

Startled the beautiful Maria Salazar looked at Grace with widened eyes. “Do not scare me so.”

“Sorry! Hooky or just oversleep?”

“I ... both!” She looked flustered. “Forgive me Senorita Grace I must go.”

“Are you alright? You look really nervous. You know you can talk to me, right?”

“Si! You are very sweet. This is something I must do alone. Forgive my hurry.”

“I can go along; I’d like to talk to you about something anyway. Seeing as you’re on foot, no car. You know there is such a thing as an Uber.”

“Please! I must do this alone. I cannot be seen by anyone; it would not be safe. You must trust me, Senorita Goode!”

“Oh! Okay! Can I drop by later?”

“Today is not a good day. Enjoy your ride.” Maria took off running. Grace did notice a piece of paper clutched in her right hand.

“Goode luck!” Grace was fond of using her last name in such a way. Whatever was making Maria nervous to the point of plight had her too curious. She let the Guatemalan goddess hurry out of sight but did tail her. No trail riding today. This was Grace’s biggest problem, she was nosey! Too nosey!