The Busboy

Written by: Mellors

A picked-on busboy turns the tables on a sexy waitress. Part one of three.

Ted hated his job. 

The job itself was bad enough.  Busing tables is always demeaning and
low-paying.  He would have loved to have told the manager to fuck off.  
But he needed the money desperately.  College started in the fall and 
Ted's scholarship covered only part of the expenses.  He was determined 
to get his education.  Once he had that diploma in his hand, there 
would be no more jobs like this -- ever.  That thought was the only 
thing that dragged him out of bed each day to work eight grueling hours 
cleaning up other people's messes for a pay that was only marginally 
better than minimum. 

What made it worse was that he'd had a good job lined up working in a
hospital -- some sort of computer thing.  But the hospital had cut jobs 
at the last minute and left him standing in June, high school diploma 
in hand, with nothing to do.  So he'd taken the first job he could 
find. 

So the job was bad enough.  Lynn made it worse. 

At first, Lynn had been the best part of the job.  What guy wouldn't
like working with her?  Lynn was tall and slim, with short red hair and 
a cute face.  Her 34B breasts were high and firm and prominent.  She 
had a narrow 23" waist, full generous 37" hips and a gorgeous round ass 
that drove him crazy.  Her legs were also long and slender, but still 
shapely and womanly. 

Normally, any guy would have killed to work with her -- walking around
in a short black skirt that showed off her legs while clinging to her 
round hips -- her bras ghosting faintly through her white shirts.  But 
Ted had made the mistake of asking Lynn out.  She'd decline nicely 
enough but since then, had teased him relentlessly -- mocking him, 
making fun of just about anything he said. 

For most people, it might have been kind of fun -- trading barbs with a
sexy coworker.  But Ted had never been any good at that game.  Instead, 
he just stood there with his mouth open while she burned him again and 
again -- only thinking up witty retorts hours later while lying in bed 
-- frequently after masturbating to the thought of her. 

And that made it worse.  The more she teased him, the more he wanted
her.  It almost seemed that she'd stepped up her looks, wearing darker 
bras that he could see through her shirt, wiggling her hips just a 
little bit more, licking her sensuous lips more often.  Masturbating to 
the thought of her was becoming an almost nightly event. 

Saturday night was as tough as it got.  The restaurant was packed, one
busboy had failed to turn up and Ted was being run ragged cleaning 
tables.  Lynn was busy as hell and, as a result, tormenting him more 
than usual. 

Ted thought thing had reached a lull and had just gone into the storage
room to bolt down his own dinner when he heard Lynn call out, "Hey, 
Teddy!" 

He hated being called that.  He'd made the mistake of telling her that. 
Now she called him by no other name. 

"Yeah?" 

She appeared around in the open doorway. 

"What do you want?" he asked. 

"Could you stop staring at my ass long enough to clean up table three?" 

Ted blushed.  He *had* been looking at her ass a lot.  It was a nice
view under most circumstance.  But tonight was something special.  Her 
shirt didn't go down quite far enough and anytime she bent over, he got 
a glimpse of her red panties.  It had been keeping him at least 
semi-hard all night long.  Ted rushed out and cleaned the table, cased 
the restaurant quickly to see if had a few minutes to eat.  Just when 
he about to dig in, he heard Lynn. 

"Hey Teddy, could you quick 'eating' back there and do table six." 


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