THE BARMAID
All weekends, I made the
extra in restoration in a small inn no far from my domicile.
There was this woman who was held behind the bar, one of employees. She took
care to prepare aperitifs, coffees or all others drinks and to wash everything
that was glassware.
She was rather small and very thin; I don't know what age she could have. As all
waitress, it was dressed of a black and white tailor. To feet she carried
dancing shoes compensated high-heeled of 3 to 4 cm and assorted to her holding.
It was a real pleasure for
me to come to work all Sundays, nothing that to see to trot it behind her
counter. The only makes to hear her heels to stagnate on the public prosecutor's
office filled me.
At the end the day, toward 23h30, he only remained the barmaid, the boss and me.
All customers had already left.
" -Sophie… I let you finish with the remainder, month I died, bye, made
" him her superior.
- Good, one is going to try to hurry to finish, made me her.
You are a small thief you, I have you observes all day long. Once one will have
finished all that, I reserve you a small surprise ".
I stressed and lost patience. I wondered of what she had surrendered account.
Did she know that I licked
her shoes at the end of the day when I was in cloakrooms? Or did she have
noticed that I carried a certain interest towards her?
Once the two swept rooms, washed and chairs ascents, it only remained us the bar
to finish.
She made me a small roguish smile while telling me:
- I am going to make of you a happy man. Lengthen you behind the bar, I am going
to finish alone the few of dish that remains ".
Very excited and without understanding indeed or she wanted to come some, I
hurried instead that she indicated me at the end of her finger.
Of a large to smile, she went up on my stomach for in short to bustle to hher
stain. She moved on me according to needs…, as if I was not there. I felt
through my shirt, the bite of the tip of her heels.
Whereas she came closer of my face, I protected myself this last of my two
hands. Plastic a few worn-out her heels attacked my skin without care. When I
can look at my hands, I discovered prints of heels and all cuts that they had
generated.
That had to not be the first
time that she made it, because she had a special technique, well to her. When
she came on my stomach, she toppled all sound weight then on her heels she/it
descended on my between leg and had fun to turn the foot. She took a real
pleasure to this small game. It didn't last more than one hour.
The following weekend, I arrived in restaurant at the first hour. It is whereas
my boss learned me that Sophie had moved in the week.
" I won't see it anymore " again.