I decided that I needed Kevin in my bed, between my legs and in my dormant pussy. If only I could figure out a way to get him there.
I’m sure you are all aware of the saying, “everything comes to he who waits.” It’s a saying that was supposedly derived from a poem, by the French poet Violet Fane (1843-1905), called “Tout veint qui sait attendre,” which translated means, “All things come to those who wait.”
Well, I waited and bided my time and was rewarded, big time.
The hotel was hosting a conference for bikers. Not bicycles, but motor bikes. We had a hotel full of bike enthusiasts, of all ages, genders and countries. The car park was turned into an exhibition centre as bike manufacturers showed off their latest creations and allowed some bikers to test drive them.
Over 300 hundred people stayed in the hotel that weekend. It was a busy time in the restaurant and I would have liked to have told you that the guests and the salesmen acted with courtesy and politeness towards the staff. Some did, but we also had some animals. Our waitresses, me included, wear a uniform that comprises of a close fitting white blouse, an equally tight fitting, knee length black skirt, black tights, or stockings and black pumps. Being the head waiter allows me to wear a blazer style, black jacket.
There amount of complaints that I passed on to our hotel manager over certain male guests trying to feel up the girls, touching their bottoms over the their skirts, whenever they bent over to serve the guests their meals and sliding their hands under their skirts, was dizzying.
While I didn’t experience this abuse myself, I was still susceptible to verbal abuse.
I was called over to one table of six gentlemen and I use the term “gentlemen” very loosely indeed.
They ordered a beer each and when I returned with their drinks, one of them said to me, “When you’re finished for the night, I’ll be in my room. Come up if you like and I’ll give you the fucking you deserve.”
I wished I could have either thrown the beer in his face or slapped it hard. Both actions would have gotten me fired. I smiled as sweetly I could muster and told him no thanks.
The whole dinner service made me feel uneasy and threatened. Normally I drove the short distance from my house to the hotel. But because of the conference, the car park was off limits, so I was forced to walk to work. I was dreading going home because I felt that these guys might try something, as I walked through the hotel grounds.
At that moment, Kevin walked into the kitchen to make himself a cup of tea.
I asked him what time he was finished playing.
“I think I’ll be done early, around midnight,” he replied. “Why do you ask?”
I told him how I felt and wondered if he could walk me home. He happily obliged.
“Don’t worry,” he said, smiling. “I’ll help to keep your virtue intact.”
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We were lucky. As we left the hotel together, it was clear that the troublemakers had gone to bed. This didn’t stop Kevin from escorting me all the way to my door.
As we walked in the cool night air, stars twinkled in the clear sky and the moon illuminated distant hills.