The All-Nite XXX Silver Diner Zombie Waitresses from Takoma
Guitar Man caught her meaning and signaled his eagerness by winking and scratching his crotch.
Besides her five tables, Madison had half the counter to tend, the
counter tended to be mostly just coffee drinkers that wanted a lot of
refills, and only the exceptionally daring amongst them would venture
to order a slice of pie from the mirror-backed refrigerated stainless
steel display case. Some rare times, she would find the occasional
dollar, and on even rarer occasions find a dollar and a penny, a secret
signal of good service and thanks that was a tradition going back to
the first Silver Diner Zombie Waitress crew.
Madison was fixated fer sure on the guitar man with the big hands, she could feel his calloused finger tips tweaking her already stiffening nipples under her dacron uniform. She tried to refocus her eyes, which had filled with a pastel blur of lust, and glanced at her watch. She had a 15 minute cigarette break coming up, and caught the guitar man's eye, signalling to him to meet her in the Green Room. They called it the Green Room because that's where all the vegetables were stored. Guitar Man caught her meaning and signaled his eagerness by winking and scratching his crotch.
Madison strolled causally into the Green Room, lit a Benson & Hedges, and leaned back against the lettuce crates. Before she had finished a third of her cigarette, Guitar Man entered, and embraced her, one and on her neck guiding her lips to his, and the other grasping Madison's rather spare behind. Guitar Man was on a hair trigger that night, because before Madison could even unzip him to free his manhood for her amusement, he let fly with a load of buttermilk that made Madison decide NOT to finish unzipping him. She had her street clothes in her locker, and since they were about the same size, jeans-wise, she told Guitar Man to change into her jeans before he came back out front in the Silver Zombie Diner.
Madison washed his jeans in the mop sink and hung them up beside the furnace where they would dry in no time at all. When she returned to her shift, after her normal half-hour fifteen minute break, Guitar Man was gone! At the end of her shift, she retrieved his jeans from the furnace room where they were dry. She folded the jeans, wistfully thinking that Guitar Man would return for them, and she put the folded pair of jeans under her end of the counter. After several weeks of waiting for Guitar Man's return, the jeans had found a permanent place, and became known to the crew at the Silver Zombie Diner as, "The Britches of Madison's Counter."
Madison was fixated fer sure on the guitar man with the big hands, she could feel his calloused finger tips tweaking her already stiffening nipples under her dacron uniform. She tried to refocus her eyes, which had filled with a pastel blur of lust, and glanced at her watch. She had a 15 minute cigarette break coming up, and caught the guitar man's eye, signalling to him to meet her in the Green Room. They called it the Green Room because that's where all the vegetables were stored. Guitar Man caught her meaning and signaled his eagerness by winking and scratching his crotch.
Madison strolled causally into the Green Room, lit a Benson & Hedges, and leaned back against the lettuce crates. Before she had finished a third of her cigarette, Guitar Man entered, and embraced her, one and on her neck guiding her lips to his, and the other grasping Madison's rather spare behind. Guitar Man was on a hair trigger that night, because before Madison could even unzip him to free his manhood for her amusement, he let fly with a load of buttermilk that made Madison decide NOT to finish unzipping him. She had her street clothes in her locker, and since they were about the same size, jeans-wise, she told Guitar Man to change into her jeans before he came back out front in the Silver Zombie Diner.
Madison washed his jeans in the mop sink and hung them up beside the furnace where they would dry in no time at all. When she returned to her shift, after her normal half-hour fifteen minute break, Guitar Man was gone! At the end of her shift, she retrieved his jeans from the furnace room where they were dry. She folded the jeans, wistfully thinking that Guitar Man would return for them, and she put the folded pair of jeans under her end of the counter. After several weeks of waiting for Guitar Man's return, the jeans had found a permanent place, and became known to the crew at the Silver Zombie Diner as, "The Britches of Madison's Counter."