EroticReverie

Ava Alessandra Andrews

While all my friends we're enjoying spring break, I was stuck working at the diner. A job my parents forced me into. It didn't matter that we were among the wealthiest families in our entire state and I had no need to fucking work for money. This was a "lesson" and punishment for getting into "too much trouble" with my "no good" friends. My parents might be wealthy as shit, but they werent your average rich people. They came from quite literally nothing. Dimes in their pockets, with a stroke of luck, my father and mother had created an empire. 

I barely remember the one room apartment apart we lived in till I was six. I dont remember a hungry stomach, and only vaguely remember the palette of blankets I slept on for years , right beside the thin worn out mattress my parents shared. 

But now, years of rubbing elbows with the other filthy rich , I'd become a bit spoiled, and I wont admit it to my parents outloud, but yes, entitled. I got partied , and got into trouble, trouble that was always fixed and brushed under the rug. Nobody would dare force consequence on the rich kids , in fear of what their parents would do. The hellfire and expensive lawyers they'd rain down upon them. So if cops caught us getting into trouble, they turned a blind eye. Let us off with "Warnings" that meant absolutely nothing.

Unfortunately for me, my parents give a shit. Okay, not unfortunately, because Im glad they're decent fucking people and care about me, but now, here I was , in an itchy vomit colored dress uniform with a cornflower blue apron around my waist. Honestly, who the hell chose these colors? 

"Table twenty Ava" the older woman on the floor with me says as she passes by me as I'm getting ready to cash out for the night.

"Mags, im out in two!" I say with a little whine.  I had TWO fricken minutes till my shift was over and she sat me. I loved Mags, but damnit! 

"When Bonnie gets here, you can transfer it" he says.

"Bonnie is always half an hour late" I grumble and she sighs and shrugs. 

"Sweetie, I've got as much as I can handle right now on these old feet of mine, be a doll for me, would ya?" she asks and I sigh. 

"Yeah, okay" I sigh.

"theyve got menus already" she says and I thank her and then stuff my checks back into the pocket of my apron and pull out the little notepad and a pen, and rip off my last ticket and crumple it up and throw it in the trash. 

Table twenty was a big round booth in the back, on the side of the diner that was closed down already for the night. Why the hell would she seat people there?

As I turn the corner, I stop in my tracks. Across the room, is a group of six guys, all covered in tattoos and black clothes. Each of them wearing leather jackets. IT's fucking 82 degrees out, apparently they were just like most girls, choosing fashion over comfort, because they had to be hot as shit in those jackets. I swallow hard, my eyes darting out to the parking lot where six harleys are parked in a row. Great, just great. I had a table full of trouble. Hot. Sexy. Tattooed trouble. 

They look to be mostly in their twenties if I had to guess, maybe a few in the early thirties. One of their heads turns. 

"You our waitress?" he asks, the rest of the heads turning and my cheeks heating. Were they intimidating? Hell yes. Scary? Yup. Exciting? Uh huh. I didn't mind a little bit of trouble, but I wasnt sure yet if they were going to be a good table, or if they were going to be dickheads. Already I can tell they're sizing me up, probably deciding how much they want to toy with the waitress in the pea green colored dress and ugly ass apron. 

"Sure hope so." One of the guys says. Okay, so they were going to openly be dogs. I could handle that, didn't even mind it really. I was used to the way men looked at me, at other girls. 

I smile and walk over. The one face that's left, the guy sitting at the edge of the outside of the half moon shaped booth turns his head. Oh, oh god. That's a nice face. A really, really nice fucking face. 

He's large as fuck too. How tall IS he? The lightest shade of blue looks up at me, his eyes are fucking intense, and really fucking pretty. Icey blue, behind dark lashes, dark black hair that hits just above his shoulders, covered by a black beanie. His neck covered in a giant as tattoo that wraps from one side to the other, a lip ring in the center of his lip, the tip of his tongue slips over it as his eyes drop to my sneakers, and up my legs, over the apron, and the dress, eyes on my tits, and the inch of cleavage showing at the top. I had double d's, that didnt fit quite well in the top of the dress, so they always got shoved up. His eyes finally drift to my face, a small wicked smile forming on his lips. Shit, he was gorgeous. A fucking perv, clearly, as his eyes flick down to my tits that are smothered in the top of my uniform, before drawing back to my face.

"I'm Ava, your server." I say, my eyes forcing themselves away from the handsome fucker in front of me, and to the other handsome fuckers with him. 

"You serve anything besides food Ava?" One of the guys asks and the others chuckle. But not the guy in front of me, not mister neck tattoo with the eyes that are going to be what gets me off with my rose toy later. He just keeps looking me up and down , but I refuse to look back at him.

"nothing you can afford, I'm sure." I say. "Can I get you anything to drink?" I say as the other guys laugh at my response and the guy next to mister suggestive in the middle nudge him as he grins and licks his lips like a hungry wolf. 

"how much for a look at what's under that uniform you got on?" He says. Bold. Real fucking bold. 

My new night time spank bank material turns his head to his friend. 

"Shut the hell up Goose, you got a fuckin wife. Have some fucking respect." He says, and I nearly jump at the sound of his voice. Good god, where did this man come from? My panties were ready to fucking drop any second. His voice was rough and gravely and hot. MAybe even hotter since it was defending me, or maybe it was just defending the other guys wife, either way, I wanted to sit on his face and make him speak to me with the vibrations of that voice on my clit. 

"Goose" rolls his eyes. 

"I'm just messin around." He says and then looks at me. "You dont mind do you sweetheart?" he smirks at me. 

"Oh, Im not sweet Goose." I say, using his name and all the guys at the table are grinning, a few raised brows of surprise.

"Really, cause you're giving me a toothache" another guys says and they all chuckle and I shake my head. 

"Good one." I say sarcastically and they all laugh. 

"How come we've never seen you here before?" Another asks. 

"Because im new." I say. "Drinks?" I ask. 

"New huh? Fresh meat?" Goose asks. 

"Goose." the lip ring man of my dreams growls. 

"Oh alright, alright, water for me." He says. 

I look to the left of the table, taking the first guys drink, order, another water. The rest of them order waters too, until I get to my living wet dream. 

"And for you?" I ask, pen poised over my notepad. When he doesnt answer, I lift my eyes, and feel my tits tighten against my top as my chest expands with and inhale. Those fucking eyes were something else. 

"A milkshake." he says. 

"A...milkshake?" I ask. 

"Mm." He hums, the corner of his lip curving on one side. 

"Um, okay." I say , god I fucking hated making milkshakes, but Id make this man fifty of them. 

"Flavor?" I ask, looking back down at my notepad. 

"What's your favorite?" he asks and I lift my eyes. 

"Um..." I say, jesus, I was all frazzled. I didnt get like this around guys. But those eyes and that voice were knocking all the screws loose in my fucking brain. 

"Strawberry?" I phrase my answer as a question and he nods once. 

"Alright. I'll have a strawberry milkshake, Ava." he says and I jot it down and bite back the sound that almost escaped my throat hearing that mans voice say my fucking name like that. 

"Okay, great, i'll be right back with five waters...and a milkshake" I say and then lick my lips. Fuck, was it hot in here? My mouth was dry and my cheeks were fucking on fire. 

"Strawberry." mister hot face says. 

"Uh huh" I nod, and turn and can feel six sets of eyes on me as I go. 

I let all the air from my lungs in a giant exhale as I see Bonnie walk through the door. 

I wasnt sure Id survive serving that table without hopping up on it and spreading my legs wide open and begging to have my pussy licked by my new favorite customer. 

"Bonnie, you're here, thank god." I say and slap down my note pad. 

"The booth, is yours. I took their drinks. I'll grab the drinks, and you can handle the rest, yeah? " I say, not waiting for a response and going to the fountain to start the milkshake. 

Five minutes later, I put the waters and the worlds best god damn strawberry milshake on the tray for Bonnie to serve to them. 

I avoid the other side of the diner like the plague. 

"Hello Ava" a voice says ten minutes later as I shutting the register with my tips in hand.

My eyes lift, not needing to , to know who was saying my name. Because that voice would forever be etched into my memory. 

"oh, hi." I say. 

"Ummm" I say and tilt my head slightly, because I didnt know his name. 

"Tyson." he says and I nod, because of course he'd have a good name. 

"Tyson." I repeat as I look up at him. I'm five foot eight, and he had to have at least a foot on me. I blink up at him. 

"Can I...get you something? Or...have Bonnie get you something?" I ask as he then leans down, over the counter, resting his forearms on the counter, clasping his hands , which are covered in silver rings and more tattoos. 

"Just wanted to thank you for the milkshake." he says and I nod. 

"Oh...sure...you're welcome" I say and shrug. "Even though, you're the one paying for it." 

He smirks the slightest bit and drops his eyes down over me, to the extra button that's been undone while I cashed out to relieve some of the pressure squashing my god damn tits.

"Come for a ride with me." he says and I feel my mouth fall open and I shut it. Trouble Ava. You need to stay, out, of trouble, that's the rules. That's what your parents told you. If you fuck up, you're gonna be spending the rest of the school year working this diner every night and weekend and all summer. But, look at him. Just look at him. Should I agree to going on a ride on a strangers motorcycle at eleven at night? No, defintiely not. Rules or no rules, it wasnt the best idea to let a man take you for a joyride. That's how girls ended up dead or sold into sex trafficking. But will logic or reason keep my ass from getting on this mans bike? nope. 

"Okay." I say and his lips curve upward. 

"Well , that was easy." he says. 

I chew my lip. "Did you want me to say no?....Make you work for it?" I ask. 

His brows lift with intrigue. 

"I dont mind working for it Ava. Not one bit." he says, his voice making my panties even more of a state of wet desperation. 

"Goose might get jealous." I say. He smirks a bit more.

"You give a shit what Goose wants?" he asks. I shake my head and he hums. 

"What about me? You give a shit what I want Ava?" he asks. 

I nod a couple times. 

"Yeah?" he asks and licks his lips and I shift behind the counter, my thighs rubbing together..

"yeah" I answer. 

"What if I want to put you on my bike, take you back to my place and take that hideous fucking uniform off of you and fuck you for a few hours?" He asks and I suck in a sharp breath. Holy shit. 

"Did you really just say that to me?" I ask. 

His brow lifts. "Did I read this wrong? Or do you always rub those thighs together like that when talking to your customers?" 

"I.....no, you didnt read it wrong...i just..that was very bold" I huff. 

"I'm not into playing games, I want what I want, and I ask for what I want, when I want it. And I want to take you home tonight and thank you for the best milshake I've ever had by making you cum at least half a dozen times on my cock." He says and I fucking whimper. He grins wider now.

"Is that a yes Ava?" he asks, his deep voice making my fucking knees week. 

"yes" I answer and he licks his lips, over his lip ring and smiles. 

"How much longer till you're done here Ava?" he asks. 

"I ..five minutes" I say. 

"Good, hurry up." he says, and stands up and walks out the door.