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Chapter 2 - Pick Up The Tab!
"This is great!" Ash exclaimed as he stuffed his mouth with his third cheeseburger. Brock took things a little easier, but after so long on the road, eating scarce and relatively tasteless food, this quaint, small-town diner, with their authentic grease-cooked everything, was just what they needed.
Misty, at least, had a little self-control - Largely because she knew she'd have to pay for it, one way or another. The higher the bill, the more the restaurant's staff were probably going to do to her. Every new batch of food the three ordered was going to be another shot of semen deposited directly into her insatiable pussy, another hard cock drilling her without respect or caution, making her scream. Wow, she was an idiot for being worried.
"Another glass of soda, please," she said to the passing waiter. He was young, maybe sixteen, in pretty good shape, and kept giving her flirty looks. She obviously couldn't do much with Ash and Brock sitting across from her, but soon enough he'd get his. She watched as he walked away - This guy would be easy enough. He seemed like the type who would be all too-willing. Every time the waiter approached the table, he'd give Misty a smile - Somehow, Ash and Brock hadn't noticed. Maybe it was good that her friends were complete idiots once in a while. She rested her head on her palm, watching the two boys (and small mouse) in front of her scarf down plate after plate. How long is this gonna take ...?
After about an hour (and another three stacks of plates,) Ash and Brock stood from their seats, stretching and beginning to talk amongst themselves. Misty sighed in relief, standing and grabbing her back from the seat next to her.
"You guys go ahead to the Pokemon Center, I've got this one." Misty said, smiling at him.
"You sure, Misty?" Ash asked. Misty nodded, turning the boy around and pushing him towards the door.
"I'm positive. Get going." She said, watching as the two left. As soon as she did, the smile on her face turned to a very naughty smirk. She turned around, walking to the counter and the waiter behind it. She leaned on the counter, giving him a wink. "I'll give you two options. I can give you money, or I can fuck you. Either way, you'll get payment." The boy's face was completely red - Flirting looks were much different than actual sex offers. There's no way in hell he'd pass this up - This redhead was cute as hell.
"I don't think that'll take much thought." He said, opening the door to the counter next to him and motioning for Misty to follow. "There's a room in the back that's never used. I think it's a Janitor's closet." Misty didn't say anything, a grin on her face as she walked through the kitchen, somehow not being spotted by the chef and other waiters. As they two entered this room and the waiter
closed the door, Misty was already unbuckling her red suspenders.
The waiter seemed nervous, unsure of himself. It wasn't his first time, but he certainly never had sex with strangers in the janitor's closet at work. Not that he'd need to worry; Misty was already undressed and in charge. She pushed him against a wall, her hands working his belt off adeptly before pulling his jeans and boxers down at the same time. She took his cock into her hands, stroking it lightly as her mouth pressed to his, the rest of her body slowly following suit. He could feel her small breasts pressing against his chest, even her erect nipples poking at him through his shirt. Finally, her hand left his length as her sweet pussy slid easily and with speed onto him. She moaned as the pervasive feeling of emptiness left her, replaced with hot, solid flesh, fulfilling, maddening.
He chuckled nervously as the oddly aggressive girl began to dance against him, her body swaying almost like water as she wrapped her arms around him. Like a wave, her motions rippled through her body as she slid on and off his dick, her ass almost calling to his hands as they grasped the firm flesh as she gave himself utterly to her. Her pussy was like a dripping, fleshy vice that swallowed his cock hungrily. If Misty had her way, she would have him pick her up, slam her against the wall and start pounding away - But she couldn't risk scaring the poor guy. If she did, not only would she have to pay, but she and friends might get banned from the place forever.
"Are you gonna just stand there, or are you gonna fuck me back?" Misty said, still moving herself up and down on the boy's dick. "Making a girl do all the work isn't very good service, Mr. Waiter." She grinned, not a bit surprised as the man picked her up - She immediately wrapped her legs around his waist, and it was a second later that she had a hand over her mouth to muffle her moaning.
"Sorry, but I don't want to lose my job," he grunted as now her back was up against a wall, his motions not as fluid or erotic, but certainly effective; her muffled sounds grew just a touch louder in response. One hand cradled her back as the other went right back to fondling her gorgeous behind, replaced on her mouth by his lips in an effort to muffle both of their impassioned sounds as his body burned with pleasure. She was so tight, so wet...oh, it was incredible. He had no regrets as she moaned one last time into his mouth, her pussy clenching down on him, her juices running down his legs, as her body bucked wildly between his and the wall, her orgasm wracking her body.
The added frenzy set him off as well. He quelled her frenzied movements by pressing his body tightly against hers, burying his entire dick into her as he let loose his cum directly into her. He was far from done though; a slutty girl with a great body? She was only passing through, and he wouldn't let her go that easily. He was going to get at least a few more positions out of her before she'd leave.
Or at least he planned to. There was one hitch in that plan; light peered through the door into the closet, exposing them to the manager and the two cooks, who just stared. Both Misty and the boy slowly turned, seeing two sets of eyes - Although the waiter was shivering in fear of losing his job, Misty got another smirk on her face - Now it was getting fun. The door slowly opened, all three men staring with their arms crossed, with very angry looks in their eyes - Misty knew that wasn't anger at all; it was sheer jealousy. As she was put back to the floor, she gave the other three men a wink, licking her lips.
"I'm not gonna stand here naked all day, guys. Are you going to let me pay for my friends' food or not?" She said, grinning.
There's wasn't another word spoken. Misty was, actually, surprised by their reaction time. Even by the standards of having a girl like her outright offer sex, it usually took just a tad longer for their pants to be off and for them to start manhandling her. But no; as if they knew what was going on already and were just waiting for the word "go", they were all pantless, their sizable cocks making Misty's mouth water as the young waiter was told, quite literally, to fuck off; it was their turn, and she only had one hole for each of them. He wasn't getting any more of her sweet honey pot.
She didn't even get to pretend she was taking charge of matters as the manager pulled her onto him, seating her in his lap and unceremoniously slamming her down on his cock. She moaned at the feeling of fullness, much more than the waiter could provide, as the first cook slid up behind her, his slick penis pressed against her back entrance, definitely lubed up. It was certain now; they knew what was going on, and now they were claiming their share.
As the dick slid carefully into her incredibly tight little ass hole, the second cook stood in front of her, his cock almost taking out her eye as he uttered the words, "Suck it."
"What about him?" she asked, pointing to the waiter.
"He already got some. Now blow me." He replied. Misty nodded, leaning close and taking no time in getting the cock as deep into her mouth as she could manage, quickly bobbing her head up and down. Her tongue swirled around his length the best she could, her head moving faster by the second. The men didn't say anything besides quiet lines of "Oh yeah" and "Fuck yes" - Typical men. It was quite the sight - One cock in her soaking cunt, another pushing into her tight asshole, and a third pumping in and out of her mouth - What would her sisters think?
Who gives a damn; she was loving every second of it.
She felt the hands of the two in her ass and pussy feeling out her body, her soft curves, her small breasts ... The sensations drove her mad. For all their lack of dirty talk, at least they knew how to feel her up. She began to buck her hips between the two, making something out of their discordant rhythm, eliciting louder sounds from them as she deep-throated the cook with renewed vigor. From the corner of her eye, she could see the waiter jacking off furiously a short distance away. She could tell from the sheer speed he whacked away that the sight of her slutting it up, all three holes ravished uncaringly, was certainly among the hotter one could see. She was glad about that.
She pulled away from the cock in front of her, still bucking on the ones inside of her, her eyes closed tightly as she felt her own orgasm approaching. She looked around at the four men, giving them all a smile.
"Oh come on, aren't you guys done yet?" She said. The cock in her ass pulled out, and the man she was sitting on pulled her up and sat her to the floor. Misty stood on her knees, watching as these three, along with the waiter who approached, began to stroke themselves in front of her face. She began pleasuring herself at the sight, seeing as her orgasm was close to start with. "Come on guys, let me have it. Show me what kind of men you are!"
With that, there was a loud groan from the four men, Misty's face now being hit with stream after stream of hot cum. The goo ran down her face - She licked every bit that went past her lips, and licked her lips as much as she could. Just as her face was hit, orgasm came - She moaned loudly while the men continued showering her. Misty stood, her face dripping her cum and her cunt dripping onto the floor. She walked past the group, reaching into the janitor's closet and grabbing her clothes, beginning to dress.
"So the bill's all paid, right?" She asked, giving an oh-so-innocent smile. The manager nodded.
"Come back soon." He said, the men watching her leave. Misty wiped her face clean with a napkin she'd taken, tossing the soaked paper to the ground - Another successful attempt. Their Pokemon journey would continue the next day, and her friends still wouldn't notice how they didn't have money - Just another normal day.
Misty, at least, had a little self-control - Largely because she knew she'd have to pay for it, one way or another. The higher the bill, the more the restaurant's staff were probably going to do to her. Every new batch of food the three ordered was going to be another shot of semen deposited directly into her insatiable pussy, another hard cock drilling her without respect or caution, making her scream. Wow, she was an idiot for being worried.
"Another glass of soda, please," she said to the passing waiter. He was young, maybe sixteen, in pretty good shape, and kept giving her flirty looks. She obviously couldn't do much with Ash and Brock sitting across from her, but soon enough he'd get his. She watched as he walked away - This guy would be easy enough. He seemed like the type who would be all too-willing. Every time the waiter approached the table, he'd give Misty a smile - Somehow, Ash and Brock hadn't noticed. Maybe it was good that her friends were complete idiots once in a while. She rested her head on her palm, watching the two boys (and small mouse) in front of her scarf down plate after plate. How long is this gonna take ...?
After about an hour (and another three stacks of plates,) Ash and Brock stood from their seats, stretching and beginning to talk amongst themselves. Misty sighed in relief, standing and grabbing her back from the seat next to her.
"You guys go ahead to the Pokemon Center, I've got this one." Misty said, smiling at him.
"You sure, Misty?" Ash asked. Misty nodded, turning the boy around and pushing him towards the door.
"I'm positive. Get going." She said, watching as the two left. As soon as she did, the smile on her face turned to a very naughty smirk. She turned around, walking to the counter and the waiter behind it. She leaned on the counter, giving him a wink. "I'll give you two options. I can give you money, or I can fuck you. Either way, you'll get payment." The boy's face was completely red - Flirting looks were much different than actual sex offers. There's no way in hell he'd pass this up - This redhead was cute as hell.
"I don't think that'll take much thought." He said, opening the door to the counter next to him and motioning for Misty to follow. "There's a room in the back that's never used. I think it's a Janitor's closet." Misty didn't say anything, a grin on her face as she walked through the kitchen, somehow not being spotted by the chef and other waiters. As they two entered this room and the waiter
closed the door, Misty was already unbuckling her red suspenders.
The waiter seemed nervous, unsure of himself. It wasn't his first time, but he certainly never had sex with strangers in the janitor's closet at work. Not that he'd need to worry; Misty was already undressed and in charge. She pushed him against a wall, her hands working his belt off adeptly before pulling his jeans and boxers down at the same time. She took his cock into her hands, stroking it lightly as her mouth pressed to his, the rest of her body slowly following suit. He could feel her small breasts pressing against his chest, even her erect nipples poking at him through his shirt. Finally, her hand left his length as her sweet pussy slid easily and with speed onto him. She moaned as the pervasive feeling of emptiness left her, replaced with hot, solid flesh, fulfilling, maddening.
He chuckled nervously as the oddly aggressive girl began to dance against him, her body swaying almost like water as she wrapped her arms around him. Like a wave, her motions rippled through her body as she slid on and off his dick, her ass almost calling to his hands as they grasped the firm flesh as she gave himself utterly to her. Her pussy was like a dripping, fleshy vice that swallowed his cock hungrily. If Misty had her way, she would have him pick her up, slam her against the wall and start pounding away - But she couldn't risk scaring the poor guy. If she did, not only would she have to pay, but she and friends might get banned from the place forever.
"Are you gonna just stand there, or are you gonna fuck me back?" Misty said, still moving herself up and down on the boy's dick. "Making a girl do all the work isn't very good service, Mr. Waiter." She grinned, not a bit surprised as the man picked her up - She immediately wrapped her legs around his waist, and it was a second later that she had a hand over her mouth to muffle her moaning.
"Sorry, but I don't want to lose my job," he grunted as now her back was up against a wall, his motions not as fluid or erotic, but certainly effective; her muffled sounds grew just a touch louder in response. One hand cradled her back as the other went right back to fondling her gorgeous behind, replaced on her mouth by his lips in an effort to muffle both of their impassioned sounds as his body burned with pleasure. She was so tight, so wet...oh, it was incredible. He had no regrets as she moaned one last time into his mouth, her pussy clenching down on him, her juices running down his legs, as her body bucked wildly between his and the wall, her orgasm wracking her body.
The added frenzy set him off as well. He quelled her frenzied movements by pressing his body tightly against hers, burying his entire dick into her as he let loose his cum directly into her. He was far from done though; a slutty girl with a great body? She was only passing through, and he wouldn't let her go that easily. He was going to get at least a few more positions out of her before she'd leave.
Or at least he planned to. There was one hitch in that plan; light peered through the door into the closet, exposing them to the manager and the two cooks, who just stared. Both Misty and the boy slowly turned, seeing two sets of eyes - Although the waiter was shivering in fear of losing his job, Misty got another smirk on her face - Now it was getting fun. The door slowly opened, all three men staring with their arms crossed, with very angry looks in their eyes - Misty knew that wasn't anger at all; it was sheer jealousy. As she was put back to the floor, she gave the other three men a wink, licking her lips.
"I'm not gonna stand here naked all day, guys. Are you going to let me pay for my friends' food or not?" She said, grinning.
There's wasn't another word spoken. Misty was, actually, surprised by their reaction time. Even by the standards of having a girl like her outright offer sex, it usually took just a tad longer for their pants to be off and for them to start manhandling her. But no; as if they knew what was going on already and were just waiting for the word "go", they were all pantless, their sizable cocks making Misty's mouth water as the young waiter was told, quite literally, to fuck off; it was their turn, and she only had one hole for each of them. He wasn't getting any more of her sweet honey pot.
She didn't even get to pretend she was taking charge of matters as the manager pulled her onto him, seating her in his lap and unceremoniously slamming her down on his cock. She moaned at the feeling of fullness, much more than the waiter could provide, as the first cook slid up behind her, his slick penis pressed against her back entrance, definitely lubed up. It was certain now; they knew what was going on, and now they were claiming their share.
As the dick slid carefully into her incredibly tight little ass hole, the second cook stood in front of her, his cock almost taking out her eye as he uttered the words, "Suck it."
"What about him?" she asked, pointing to the waiter.
"He already got some. Now blow me." He replied. Misty nodded, leaning close and taking no time in getting the cock as deep into her mouth as she could manage, quickly bobbing her head up and down. Her tongue swirled around his length the best she could, her head moving faster by the second. The men didn't say anything besides quiet lines of "Oh yeah" and "Fuck yes" - Typical men. It was quite the sight - One cock in her soaking cunt, another pushing into her tight asshole, and a third pumping in and out of her mouth - What would her sisters think?
Who gives a damn; she was loving every second of it.
She felt the hands of the two in her ass and pussy feeling out her body, her soft curves, her small breasts ... The sensations drove her mad. For all their lack of dirty talk, at least they knew how to feel her up. She began to buck her hips between the two, making something out of their discordant rhythm, eliciting louder sounds from them as she deep-throated the cook with renewed vigor. From the corner of her eye, she could see the waiter jacking off furiously a short distance away. She could tell from the sheer speed he whacked away that the sight of her slutting it up, all three holes ravished uncaringly, was certainly among the hotter one could see. She was glad about that.
She pulled away from the cock in front of her, still bucking on the ones inside of her, her eyes closed tightly as she felt her own orgasm approaching. She looked around at the four men, giving them all a smile.
"Oh come on, aren't you guys done yet?" She said. The cock in her ass pulled out, and the man she was sitting on pulled her up and sat her to the floor. Misty stood on her knees, watching as these three, along with the waiter who approached, began to stroke themselves in front of her face. She began pleasuring herself at the sight, seeing as her orgasm was close to start with. "Come on guys, let me have it. Show me what kind of men you are!"
With that, there was a loud groan from the four men, Misty's face now being hit with stream after stream of hot cum. The goo ran down her face - She licked every bit that went past her lips, and licked her lips as much as she could. Just as her face was hit, orgasm came - She moaned loudly while the men continued showering her. Misty stood, her face dripping her cum and her cunt dripping onto the floor. She walked past the group, reaching into the janitor's closet and grabbing her clothes, beginning to dress.
"So the bill's all paid, right?" She asked, giving an oh-so-innocent smile. The manager nodded.
"Come back soon." He said, the men watching her leave. Misty wiped her face clean with a napkin she'd taken, tossing the soaked paper to the ground - Another successful attempt. Their Pokemon journey would continue the next day, and her friends still wouldn't notice how they didn't have money - Just another normal day.