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his fingers-but she couldn't deny that he had even features and a nice build.
"Hi," he said, "I'm Eddie Denton. I'd like to talk to you, Brenda." He gestured her to a chair with a wave
of his thin black cigar.
Brenda sat down. She didn't like the way he looked at her, practically undressing her with his dark eyes.
"I hope you know, Mister Denton," she said, "that I'm only working till Friday. I just got married, and
I've given my notice."
Denton's glittery brown eyes rested on the ripe creamy cleavage of her breasts. "Yeah," he said, "that's
what I wanted to talk to you about. They tell me you're the very best waitress. I wouldn't wanta lose
you.
How about staying on-with a raise? I'll make it worth your while."
Brenda sighed. It figured. She'd been pleading for a raise for years, and now it came when she didn't
need it.
"I'm sorry, Mister Denton," she said pleasantly, "but I don't need to work any more. My husband is very
well off. I'm sure Lillian can help you, though. She knows as much as I do."
"Yeah," said Denton, still ogling her tits, "but she ain't as sexy as you are. She's too old. I need a drawing
card like you, baby. I'll double your salary. Whaddya say?"
Brenda stood up. She didn't like this man, didn't like the way he stared at her body or the way he talked
to her. She said as politely as she could, "No. I'm sorry, I'm not interested. If you'll excuse me, I have to
go to work."
Denton looked angry, but she didn't stay around to hear what else he had to say. She was glad she was
quitting soon. Old Mr. Green had been polite, even courtly, to the girls. Denton was repulsive. He'd
looked at her like she was just a cunt on legs, an object to be exploited.
The night continued slow, and Brenda found herself standing around with nothing to do. She couldn't
help thinking about Hal and how wonderful it would be to be home now in bed with him. She grew hot
and horny at the very thought. She imagined his wonderful thick cock sliding into her-and she felt a
scalding burst of juice in the crotch of her panties.
Oh-oh, she thought, I better get busy.
To take her mind off her agonizing horniness, she went behind the bar and started washing some glasses
for Louis. Irresistibly, though, she drifted back to her thoughts of Hal and his fantastic lovemaking. She
could hardly wait to get home and climb into bed with him. If he was asleep, she'd pump his cock ... She
was so lost in her horny fantasy that she forgot the world around her.
From behind, somebody slipped a finger inside the crotch of her panties.
Brenda gasped and straightened up from the sink. The thick hot finger tickled deliciously over her
swollen wet pussy, inching up into her greedy nipping cunt. For a moment she lost control of herself,
thrusting her hips back to meet the thrusting finger, taking it far up her famished twat. She moaned softly.
Then she came to her senses, remembering that she was standing at the bar in the club. She could hardly
let whoever-it-was frig her in front of the customers. She jerked her hips forward and the finger slipped
out of her panties.
Brenda turned around and saw Louis the bartender, a big, balding guy, winking at her.
"Louis," she said, blushing furiously, "where do you get off pulling a stunt like that?"
He grinned. "It's because you're leaving, Brenda. I always wanted to cop a feel, and I figured this was
my last chance."
Brenda had to laugh. Louis was a nice guy, a buddy, and he was just putting her on. She felt a little
ashamed, though, of how aroused she'd gotten just from feeling his finger up her box. My God, she must
really be horny ... All the more reason to get home to Hal.
At quitting time, Denton called her into his office again.
Brenda was tired, dying to get home, and she could have screamed with impatience. She walked briskly
into the office and found Denton lounging behind his desk. She began to think that the long thin black
cigar was part of his face. When he saw her, he sat up straight and grinned, his eyes making a quick
sweep of her body in the skimpy red costume.
"Yes, Mister Denton?" she said briskly. "You wanted to see me?"
"Just to see if you've changed your mind about my offer," he said. "In fact, I'll make it even better. I've
been thinking of having a go-go dancer and a small band. I'll make you the dancer, Brenda, and I'll triple
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