Daddy Teaches Me Anal
by Belle Hart
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Copyright 2012 by Belle Hart
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I work at a place called Bouncie’s Burgers. It’s a drive-in restaurant. I’m a waitress. I have to wear roller skates and skate orders out to the cars waiting. I also have to wear a skimpy mustard yellow dress. It’s low cut, shows off my cleavage, and has white ruffles along the low neckline, short sleeves, and a skirt so short it barely covers my butt. White ruffles peek out from under the skirt. They only hire young women with big breasts.
It’s a little degrading, but the tips are great. It’s a good job to have while I save money for college. I graduated from high school last month, and plan to work for a year saving money before college. Then I’m going to be a veterinarian. Or a physical therapist. I haven’t decided which yet. I have time to decide. As long as I don’t have to live in a trailer park forever, I’m happy.
I live in a mobile home with my stepdad, Shane. My mom ran off with some guy and lives in California now. My stepdad just took my hetero virginity last week. Before that I’d just been having sex with my best girlfriend, Jade. I didn’t want to become a pregnant teen like my mom, so I avoided boys during high school. But now that I have my diploma, it’s okay to have a little fun with men too. I’m on the pill. So far everything is going great.
I’m skating back to the kitchen after delivering an order when I hear someone calling my name. Sort of.
“Hey, red!” I hear a man call out. I ignore it at first. True, I have long strawberry blond hair, so he could be speaking to me. But half the waitresses here are dressed in skimpy ketchup red dresses instead of mustard yellow.
“Tessie!” I hear the man say now. Guess he means me.
“Tessa,” I say with a smile, correcting him as I skate over.
“Do a little shake of that bouncy skirt for me, will ya, girlie?” the older man with a three-day beard says to me.
“Dancing isn’t allowed, Dave, you know that,” I say. He’s one of our regulars.
He reaches out to touch my curled hair. It’s piled on top of my head in a bouncy ponytail.
“No touching either, Dave,” I say as I playfully push his hand away.
“Show me one of your titties and I’ll give you a fiver?” Dave says with hopeful eyes.
“Now you know that’s not gonna happen,” I say, shaking my head. “Why don’t you try the Kitty Kat Club out on highway 8?” Jade works there. It’s a strip club. May as well throw her some business. She’s saving money for college like me. We’re neighbors in the trailer park.