I walked into work on Tuesday with an extra spring in my step that hadn’t been there in… geez, I can’t even remember. I felt good about what I’d experienced and it didn’t go unnoticed. Sam was the first person to notice and ask me about it.
“You’re awfully chipper today,” he said with an amused smile when I put my purse in my little cubbyhole in his office. “Have a good day off?”
“I had a wonderful day off,” I smiled and grabbed a clean apron from the pile. “How was your day yesterday?”
“Not too bad. Things were fairly quiet around here after the dinner rush died down.”
“Your brother was in here with a new girl.”
“Oh yeah? This one look like a keeper?” I laughed in my head at that. A keeper for Jason meant he’d keep her for a week before something new inevitably caught his eye. Okay, got his dick’s attention was more like it, but at this point any girl that got involved with Jason Stackhouse should know better than to expect a commitment from him.
“She made Dawn jealous,” he shrugged.
“Oh Lord.” I rolled my eyes.
Jason had this on and off thing with Dawn Green, one of the other waitresses. Since Jason didn’t usually do the emotional attachment thing with girls I couldn’t really figure out their relationship. They ran so hot and cold with each other. It was hard to keep track from one day to the next what they were doing. I stayed out of Jason’s relationships as much as possible. It was none of my business and since we didn’t see relationships the same way it was generally a good way for us to get into an argument.
I could only imagine what Jason would think if he found out what I was doing with Eric. For all of his tomcatting around, he had some pretty puritanical views where my sex life was concerned. The double standard was laughable, considering I had remained a virgin until I was twenty, which was several years after all the other girls my age had given it up. Hell, I was sure a handful of them had lost their virginity to my brother. Jason Mitchell Stackhouse didn’t seem to have an off switch where his hormones were concerned. Mostly, Gran and I were both thankful he hadn’t gotten anyone pregnant.
That we knew of.
At least all of Gran’s lectures about safe sex had stuck in his brain. It was impressive since the only thing Jason tended to remember was whether or not he had a date for the night. Despite being almost thirty and having celebrated every single one of Gran’s birthdays in his lifetime I wasn’t sure he knew when her birthday actually was. Sometimes I thought his empty-headedness came from no one really expecting much out of him. My brother was definitely a guy who thought good looks were enough to get him by in life.
I wondered what he was going to do when his looks faded, but Jason didn’t seem too concerned about it and it was his life. I’d leave the nagging to Gran.
“Those two need to shit or get off the pot already,” I shook my head.
“But they won’t,” Sam said.
“Oh I know,” I sighed. “And just to get back at him Dawn will turn up with some new guy next week.”
They were so predictable in their movements it was starting to get boring. At first it was entertaining to watch them get all twisted up over each other, but it hadn’t been fun in a while. Now it was just annoying and rather pathetic.
“They just don’t get it, do they?”
“Doesn’t seem like it,” I said, and reached into my purse to put my phone on vibrate before slipping it into my apron pocket.
I hoped that no one got fresh with me because if some drunk redneck grabbed my ass it was going to hurt. Driving from Shreveport had been quite the experience, and after closer examination of my body I realized that my ass wasn’t the only part of me with bruises. Eric had been careful not to mark me where anyone could see it, thankfully. I’d found little spots on my breasts, hips, stomach and even my inner thigh, all of them reminders of what his mouth alone could do to me.
I left Sam in his office and went out to the dining area to get caught up and relieve Holly, who was chomping at the bit to go home to her son. Dawn was already at the hatch, making small talk with Lafayette, probably comparing notes with him about something. I liked Dawn and all, but I got tired of her sometimes. Lafayette called order up on table fourteen’s food so I went back to get it while Holly headed to Sam’s office to get her stuff.
I dropped off the chicken basket and burger with extra fried pickles that table fourteen was waiting on, and then went over to the bar to say hello to Terry Bellefleur. I liked Terry. He could get a little intense sometimes thanks to the PTSD he was dealing with as a Vietnam vet, but generally speaking he was one of the kindest people I’d ever met.
“Hiya, Terry, how are you?” I asked as I grabbed two longnecks out of the cooler for table twelve since they were running low.
“Doin’ alright, Sookie. How about yourself?”
“I’m doing great,” I grinned.
“That’s good to hear.”
I thought so. I took the beers over to table twelve and then I had to fetch refills and ranch dressing for fourteen. From there on folks started to trickle in a little at a time until we had a full house for supper. There were nights when it seemed like the whole town came out for supper, and that night was one of them. Before I knew it, it was almost nine o’clock. Time had just flown by for me because I was so busy. Thankfully I’d slept plenty late at Eric’s house so I had more than enough energy to get me through the night.
The dinner crowd thinned out and since it was a Tuesday night we were really just down to a couple of young bucks hoping to pounce on some stray, and the hardcore drinkers that were always bellied up to the bar. I took my break once my section was cleared down and headed out back through the employee entrance to check my phone.
There was a missed call from Eric and a voicemail so I dialed into my mailbox and listened to his message.
“Good evening, Lover,” he practically purred, and the use of a new pet name made my lady parts tingle a little. “I’m in a meeting right now but I had to excuse myself. I started to think about you and all I could see is your perfect ass turning pink while I spank you, the sway of your tits while you were riding me and how lovely you look when my cum is dripping from your tight cunt. Just thinking about you got me hard and I had to excuse myself to take care of it. So I went to the bathroom and jerked off, thinking about your lips wrapped around my cock and how pretty your eyes are when you look up at me while I fuck your throat. I haven’t cum that hard from jerking off in a long time, and it’s all because of you. I hope you’re having a good day at work. I’ll talk to you soon.”
I stood there outside the building with a stunned expression on my face and a flood in my panties. I was going to get him for that. But there was a second message from him.
“Oh, and when you get out of work I want you to call me. I have a task for you,” he said.
I could only imagine what Eric had planned for me, but I didn’t delete either one of his messages. I saved them for another time, knowing that first one would definitely provide me with many a happy moment. After taking a few deep breaths and calming myself down I went inside again to get back to work.
By the time I got home from work that night I was beyond curious as to what kind of task Eric had in mind for me. I was also tired and ready to take a bubble bath before climbing into bed to call Eric. Of course I couldn’t wait that long, and called him as soon as I was in the car on my way home.
“Hello, Sookie,” he said in that same sexy tone he’d used earlier.
“Hi,” I said with a big smile on my face. “I got your message but I was too busy to call you back before this.”
“That’s alright. You should focus on your work when you’re there.”
I laughed and said, “That’s not easy to do when the man you’re seeing calls you up and leaves you a very dirty message that gets your mind on anything other than your work, and on top of that, tells you he’s got a task for you later.”
“Consider it a lesson in self-control. Did you break any of our rules?” he asked.
“No, but I wanted to,” I admitted, assuming he was referring to the rule about me touching myself. “I would have had to get myself off in the bathroom if you let me.”
“Hmm… maybe that should be your task next time,” he suggested and even though I couldn’t see it, I knew he was smirking.
“So what’s my task for this time?” I asked as I pulled out of the parking lot and headed for home.
“I left you that message I did for several reasons, but mostly because it ties in with your task. I notice you have a hard time using dirty words,” he said, and already I felt my cheeks start to heat up because I was pretty sure I knew what he was going to ask me to do.
“It’s because of the way I was raised,” I said. “Sometimes they come out without me thinking about it, but no one’s ever asked me to… you know.”
“I’m going to demand it,” Eric informed me. “Not tonight, of course, because I realize this is something that is going to take time for you to become comfortable with. I have instructions for you to follow to make this easier on you, Sookie, and I’m going to give you a week.”
“You expect me to be able to talk dirty in a week?” I asked incredulously.
“Yes, and in that time I’m going to give you permission to touch yourself as often as you need to in order to accomplish this,” he said, and that got my attention. “The best way to get started is by going solo, knowing what you like and pretending that it’s not you doing the work. Imagine that you are with me while you do it. Whisper it at first, what you like or whatever comes to mind. Let yourself get comfortable saying the words. The more you say them in an empty room the easier it will be to say to me during play, or even when we’re not playing.”
Eric hadn’t steered me wrong yet, so I was trusting that his instructions would work.
“There’s a catch,” he said before I could get too happy.
“When you get home you’re going to stay on the phone with me. You’re going to go up to your room, take off your shoes, lay down on your bed and put the phone on speaker so I can listen to you pleasure yourself,” he told me. “It’s the closest I’m going to get to making you cum. In fact, I’ll even talk dirty for you while you do it.”
“I can do that,” I smiled.
“Good. So, tell me about your day,” he said, and for the next five minutes conversation was completely normal.
I was tempted to stall and sit in the car a little while longer, but then I remembered the tone of his voice in the first message he’d left me and suddenly I couldn’t wait to get upstairs and get to work on my new task.