A Revenge Fuck Part 2

The manager loved me, my looks, my humor, and he hired me on the spot. Though I didn't have a clue how to be a waitress, I used charm and a lot of "I am really sorry, are you sure you wouldn't want to try something like this?" when I mixed up the orders. Few people complained, and men didn't care so long as I flirted, sat on their laps while I took the orders and met them after for drinks. It was great being a woman, I never had to pay for much, and sex came easy.

The day after I had expected Derek to call, he called. Frankie took the message for me and told me that he had tried to hit on her over the phone but that she'd called him a creep for doing it. "He wants you to meet him under the gazebo, he'll have a friend pick you up and take you to where he want's you to be." Frankie sounded concerned: "I don't like this Josie, I don't trust him, he's a pig."

"You're right about that... he is a pig." Was all I could say. My stomach overturned. Part of me wanted to blow it off, part of me wanted to take a gun or a knife and finish it but growing inside of me, from the first encounter on the park bench in the snow, when he so thoroughly fucked me, another part began to grow- it overcame me and I was excited, I could not wait to feel him again, to have him work my body over as only he could. To treat me so, to call me those names and to fuck me so hard. I dressed myself, tingling as the leopard pattern thongs slid up my freshly waxed legs and buttocks.

"Make sure to bring the lubricant again." Frankie called through the bathroom door, "And... did you use the..." (She meant to say enema, but I could tell she was torn between helping me and standing in my way.)

"Yes, mother." I said teasingly. I opened the door and let her approving gaze warm my heart, and clam my nerves.

"Those leather pants look great on you, a little loose around the hips and butt, but- very nice!" she said rubbing my ass as I passed by.