Chapter 3: My New Waitress

At home, later that evening in bed, I kept replaying the moment when I unzipped Anne-Marie’s dress and she removed her bra. Though I saw the swaying, pendulous breasts of the waitresses and the strippers who had worked that night, I could not get the image of Anne-Marie’s milky white skin from my mind. Like the beast I am, I shut my eyes and relieved myself, imagining the young naked French woman alone with me in my bedroom, showing me her breasts, kneeling on the floor beside my bed, taking the full length of my penis into her mouth and sucking on it. Within minutes, I sprayed my semen all over my body and bed sheets, I’m ashamed to say. I cleaned up as best I could and fell into a deep restful sleep, thinking of Anne-Marie. Anne-Marie Millot…

When I awoke the next morning and saw the sun streaming through my bedroom window I caught myself smiling for no particular reason. Thinking back, I never once felt such unadulterated delight in just waking up, being alive. There were moments of tentative happiness during my marriage, especially after a night of intimacy, but a feeling of nervousness, even of deep sorrow, was also never more than a heartbeat away. However, just from being in the same room with Anne-Marie Millot for a few minutes yesterday and sharing a Perrier, I felt like I was floating on the clouds. Ten minutes alone with Anne-Marie Millot had somehow lifted me out of my state of depression. I never had such intense feelings with my wife, even during our initial courtship. Had I ever really loved her? Perhaps it wasn’t emotions of passion I felt for her all those years, only dependency and fear. Even though I might never see Ms. Millot again, our short interaction had given me a renewed reason to live.

I got out of bed with a spring in my step and decided to go to the gym and get back up on the treadmill. Even though I hadn’t exercised in months, I felt as light as air on the track, running with abandon and working up a nice sweat. Afterwards I went into the dry sauna to relax. In my entire time at the gym, even during my marriage, I had never spoken a word to anyone in there, but on that day an elderly man and I said hello to each other and I initiated a conversation about the weather. We even shook hands before leaving the pool area. It struck me as odd because I never considered myself to be a very friendly person.

When I arrived at work that evening, I started frantically searching for Anne-Marie’s application on my desk, hoping she had left an address or contact number. I thought I could take her out to dinner and a movie. What could be the harm in that? Luckily, I found the paperwork, picked up the phone, but decided against calling her. I imagined how it would appear to her, this older guy calling her the next day after her awkward interview. I would become the weird story she would tell to all of her friends back in France. “Did I ever tell you about the creepy old guy who ran a topless bar and asked me out on a date?” Perhaps it was best to leave our relationship where it ended: two strangers sharing an innocent drink one afternoon. When the reality of never seeing her again hit me, my feeling of sadness returned. I tried to put her out of my mind by preparing to open the club and stocking the bar for the night.

When Anne-Marie walked in an hour before opening, I can’t describe my feeling of exuberance. I could hardly cover my surprise at seeing her breeze through the front entrance again, wearing tight-fitting short dress and heels. I know I must have looked like a high school boy, in love with the prettiest and most popular girl in school. But I didn’t care. I was so happy to see her again, my heart pounded with excitement.

“Bonjour, Monsieur. Am I disturbing you?”

“Not at all. Not at all. It’s nice to see you again, Ms. Millot.”

“You remembered my name.”

“Of course. What can I do for you?”

“May I ask, is the position still open?”

My jaw dropped slightly and my eyes opened wide. Had my luck finally changed?

“Well, yes. I haven’t hired anyone else yet. Are you still interested?”

“Yes.”

“But… I thought you were a little uncomfortable about... the job requirements.”

“No, not at all Monsieur. I just wasn’t a little embarrassed about the panties I was wearing yesterday. I went shopping last night and bought some nice new ones. I have one on right now and there are others I can try on for you. May I show you the G-Strings I bought?”

“Show me?”

“Of course, Monsieur. To see if they meet your approval.”

“Certainly. Uh… why don’t we go where we’ll have more privacy? The other employees are about to arrive. Please follow me, Ms. Millot.”

I unlocked my office door and Anne-Marie followed me in. I sat on a chair and she stood before me, putting her purse down on my desk. I gazed up at her as she nonchalantly unbuttoned the front of her dress and slipped off her heels. She undressed in a casual manner, like I was her husband and she had taken her clothes off in front of me thousands of times.

She unsnapped her pretty bra from behind, removed the straps from her shoulders, and the flesh of her full breasts spilled out of the lace. Her white, thigh high stockings and pencil-thin G-String panties were completely sheer. My breath stopped when I saw the lips of her sex through the material. Her Mound of Venus and pubis was completely shaved and her moist tulip-shaped labium appeared through the silk. The soft moist flesh was smooth and pink, curving inwardly like gentle waves breaking upon the shore. My penis became noticeably hard under my pants at the beautiful sight of Anne-Marie, standing nearly naked, her full breasts and sleek beautiful vagina exposed, just a few feet away from me.

“Would you like to see what I look like from behind?”

I took a deep breath, crossed my hands over my lap, swallowed with difficulty and nodded. She turned around and the thin sliver of silk disappeared through her round firm cheeks.

“I have other styles I can try on for you. A satin one with rhinestones and a black leather one that zips up the front. Are these more appropriate for your club, Mr. Wilson?” she asked.

“Yes. They are very… appropriate. The job is yours if you want it, Ms. Millot. You can start tonight.”

“Merci. I’m so excited.”

“I’ll have one of my best waitresses, Veronica, train you this evening. You can shadow her. Once you get the hang of it, I’ll assign you to wait on a few tables. It’s quite easy work, taking the drink orders and picking them up from me at the bar. I’ll be right there to help you if you have any questions. I’m sure you’ll catch on right away.”

“Are you sure there’s no problem with me not having the proper work visa? I don’t want to get you in trouble.”

“I don’t think they’ll be a problem. You keep all the tips you get and I will pay your hourly wage in cash at the end of the week. Just keep our little arrangement private though. Just between us.”

“Of course. I can be very discreet, Monsieur.”

“There is one thing I should mention and that you should be aware of. The patrons here tend to get quite frisky with the waitresses, even more so than the performers on the stage. Especially after a few drinks. They may ask you to sit with them for a tip, or even forcefully take your hand and pull you down on their laps. It is completely optional for you to relate in a more intimate manner with the patrons here. Some of the waitresses don’t like to be fondled or touched by customers, even for a tip. If you feel uncomfortable about it, just let me know so I can inform the security guard of your preferences and he can speak to any of the patrons that may try to touch you inappropriately.”

Suddenly, Anne-Marie took a step closer to me and eased herself down upon my thighs. The sides of her bare breasts brushed against my chest and her ample cleavage was just a few inches under my chin. She was so close I could smell the sweet scent of her skin. She rested her arm on my shoulder and pressed her hips down directly over my erection.

“Do you mean, they may ask me to sit in their laps like this, Monsieur?”

I licked my lips and caught myself before sweeping my tongue over them a second time. I swallowed my saliva.

“Yes. Please let me know if you feel uncomfortable, if any of the patrons excessively… fondle… or attempt to kiss you. It is not acceptable in my club if any of the waitresses are made to feel…”

Anne-Marie looked me in my eyes and stopped my words with her mouth. Her tongue broke through the barrier of my lips and swirled in a wet embrace with mine. I felt her take my hand and press it firmly over the soft supple skin of her breast. I responded, closing my palm over the swollen areolas and large puffy pink nipples. I wanted to bridge the few inches between my lips and her breasts and take the large nipples into my mouth to suckle upon them, but I dared not.

In all the times I had kissed my ex-wife, I never had felt so swept away. I shut my eyes, giving myself over for just a moment to this most sensual kiss. Anne-Marie’s eager lips and tongue transported me to a more perfect world, one which I never wished to leave. The kiss could have lasted all night, but soon we mutually came up for air. We held each other closely, my cheek resting on the soft fragrant pillow of her breasts.

“God…” I said, trying to catch my breath and slow the racing beat of my heart.

I breathed out again and tried to gain control of myself. In all the years of my business, I had never kissed a waitress before, other than on the cheek for a birthday or special occasion. Anne-Marie and I had locked tongues passionately and she had officially been my employee for less than five minutes.

“Anne-Marie… It’s not right. As your employer…”

“I know.”

“And I’m older than you. Much older…”

“I’m attracted to you, Monsieur. You look very handsome to me.”

“Let’s talk about this later. By now the staff has arrived. Let me introduce you to them. Perhaps we should refrain from being alone in a room together again. I’m not sure I’ll be able to control myself. I’m sorry, Ms. Millot.”

“You never have to apologize to me about anything... I like you, Monsieur.”

“You do?”

“Oui…”

I smiled and looked downward, in a shy manner. She gently placed her hand on my cheek.

“I like you too, Anne-Marie,” I said.

She smiled back.

“Can you follow me out of the door after a moment? I’d prefer it if none of my staff saw you in my office. I don’t want anyone to get the wrong idea about us.”

I peeked out of my office door. The staff was already dressed for their shift and busy at the front of the bar, setting up for opening at 6. I came out first and went behind the bar, unseen. A moment later Anne-Marie appeared out of my office and approached the bar. I called the staff over and they gathered to meet the new waitress.

“Hi, everyone. This is Anne-Marie,” I said. “It’s her first shift.”

Veronica showed her the ropes as I stood behind the bar, washing and drying the cocktail glasses and sliding them into the overhead rack. I still felt a tingling sensation on my lips from the wonderful kiss we shared. Out of the corner of my eye I watched Anne-Marie’s breasts jiggle as she crossed the bar and listened to the pleasant sound of her high heels tapping across the wood floor. I felt happy and even caught myself smiling once or twice. Veronica noticed when she approached the bar to drop off a drink order.

“What’s up with you today, Mark?”

“What do you mean?”

“You’re smiling. I don’t think I’ve seen you smile once in the three years I’ve worked here.”

“Oh. Well. Business is good, I suppose…”

“Well, you should smile more often. It looks good on you,” Veronica said.

“Thanks,” I said.

After an hour I assigned Anne-Marie to her own tables. I spoke to her when she approached the bar.

“You catch on fast, Anne-Marie. You’re doing great. Are you getting comfortable with the new job?” I asked.

“Oui. I’m a very good student. I take direction quite well, Monsieur,” she said with a wink.

I took a breath.

“OK. Well, let me know if you have any questions.”

“I will, Monsieur.”

I tried to avert my eyes from her during the shift, but I simply couldn’t do it. Anne-Marie mesmerized me. I watched her reflection in the various wall mirrors throughout the room as she took drink orders, dropped off cocktails and flirted with the patrons. Some of the waitresses lent a hand serving Anne-Marie’s larger tables. Nora in particular was a big help to her throughout the shift. I noticed how she paid close attention to Anne-Marie, gazing at her from across the room, just as I did.

Because of her pleasant nature and easy smile, the customers began to take more liberties with her than they did with the other waitresses. They started giving her breasts a squeeze or a light pat on her ass and flanks as she passed by, holding her full tray of drinks over her head. Several men initiated conversations with her. Later in the evening as the drinks continued to flow, the men began to take her by the hand and sit her down upon their laps. At first I was concerned for her, but she handled it exceptionally well for her first day on the job. The men put twenty dollar bills under her G-String or stockings and fondled her breasts while she rocked her pelvis over their erections. The tables in her station completely ignored the stage show while Anne-Marie was passed from man to man, from lap to lap.

As she straddled one of the customers, Anne-Marie caught me staring directly at her. She smiled at me in a friendly manner. I immediately looked down, embarrassed. When I looked back up, she was still looking across the bar at me with her innocent smile. I nodded and smiled back at her, remembering our kiss. The customer had cupped her breasts with the palms of his hands and began suckling on her large puffy areolas. I believe that gentleman had crossed a line, according to the public decency laws. Why didn’t I put a stop to it then? I couldn’t look away from the scene.

Other men got up from their tables and formed a circle around Anne-Marie to watch. She was given more money and passed from lap to lap. For several minutes her feet never touched the floor. Another pairs of hands grasped her breasts as another man’s lips closed over her swollen wet nipples. She kept calmly looking in my direction the entire time and smiling, as if no one existed in the room but her and I, and nothing out of the ordinary was happening to her. Jason came over to the bar and asked me if he should break up the party going on at the new girl’s station.

“Not for now. But keep an eye on her. If it gets any more out of control, break it up,” I said.

A few minutes later the men wanted refills. She did the rounds of her tables and came back over to the bar. She nonchalantly ordered the drinks and I went to work pouring shots and setting up her tray. I wanted to look at her, but I kept my eyes focused on the liquor bottles. She spoke to me while I prepared the drinks.

“All the girls have very nice things to say about you, Monsieur. They say you don’t talk much but you’re a very good person to work for. A few of the girls think you’re gay.”

“Why would they say that?”

“They think you’re gay because you see them naked every night of the week but never hit on them.”

“Well, it would be considered sexual harassment if I became involved with any of my -”

“I know, Monsieur…”

I looked up at her.

“You know what?” I asked.

“I know your secret.”

I broke eye contact and nervously set up her tray with drinks.

“What secret? What are you talking about?”

As I set the final drink on her tray, Anne-Marie leaned forward and placed her hand ever so gently on my arm. She spoke in a low tone of voice so no one else could hear.

“You like to watch…”

My heart seemed to stop beating and my breath froze.

“You shouldn’t be ashamed of it, Monsieur. You can watch me. Don’t be shy. It’s OK with me…”

Then she whispered her secret softly in my ear.

“I like to be watched…”

She winked at me, took her drinks and walked back to her station. I stood behind my bar, unable to move, my heart racing. She knew about my secret and it didn’t bother her. She accepted me anyway…

Right before last call Jason broke up a group of inebriated men who had formed a circle around Anne-Marie. They had removed her stockings and heels and were in the process of sliding her G-String down her legs by the time Jason entered the ring. Several of the men were groping and kissing her at the same time. A few chairs had been knocked over and drinks were spilled. Jason calmed the situation by throwing several of the men out. By the time the ruckus was over, The Voyeur had closed for the night and all the guests had ushered out. The ladies circled Anne-Marie to give her moral support and make sure she had not been too violently molested. Anne-Marie didn’t seem upset at all and kept reassuring everyone she was fine. I picked up her stockings and heels and ushered her into my office. Once inside, I sat her down and gave her the clothes.

“Are you all right, Ms. Millot?”

“I’m fine, Monsieur.”

“Please, wait for me here while I make certain the men who accosted you have left the premises.”

I left Anne-Marie locked inside my office and went outside to the parking area. My guard did a walk along the perimeter of the building and gave me the all clear sign. Everyone had left.

“If you keep the new girl, I want a raise,” Jason said in a stressed voice.

I went back inside to my office. Anne-Marie had put on her stocking and heels and was sitting on the couch with her pretty legs crossed.

“I’m terribly sorry for what happened this evening, Ms. Millot. I should have had my security guard intervene when they first started getting… frisky with you. I can assure you it won’t happen again.”

“I told you, Monsieur. I am perfectly fine. No one harmed me in the slightest.”

“Still, better safeguards will be put in place…”

Anne-Marie stood up and approached me. To avoid looking at her breasts, I stared down at the floor.

“Why don’t you ever look at me? Why are you so shy, Monsieur?”

She took my hand in hers and guided me to the corner of the room. I raised my eyebrows, wondering what she was up to. She smiled.

“You should never leave a woman alone in your office, Monsieur.”

Suddenly, she took the edge of the curtain covering the wall and pulled it open.

“What are you doing? No!”

The transparent mirror was revealed before I could stop her.

“I never would have guessed about you, Monsieur. You have to watch out for the shy quiet ones, my Mother always said.”

“Ms. Millot… I don’t know what to say…”

“It’s OK. Don’t be embarrassed. Let’s just watch…”

The women were in the act of dressing, putting their bras and skirts back on, slipping into their heels and gathering their purses and belongings to leave for the night.

“They are quite pretty, no?” she said.

I was too humiliated to respond.

“You like it that they can’t see you. That they don’t know they’re being watched.”

I nodded, confessing to my crime.

“It’s fun to watch, I think…” Anne-Marie said.

After chatting briefly and saying their goodbyes, we watched as the women kissed each other in a friendly manner on the cheek and filed out, one by one. Nora waited alone in the room for a moment and was the last to leave. Anne-Marie held my hand through the entire viewing. We stood together, absolutely still, and continued to stare into the empty dressing room. Then Anne-Marie closed the curtain.

“Ms. Millot... Please… If anyone were to find out -”

“Don’t worry, Monsieur. You’re secret is safe with me.”

“I can understand if you no longer wish to work for me.”

She turned away with a wave of her hand as if the whole matter was already forgotten. She went to my desk and started counting the money she had removed from her G-String. I followed behind sheepishly.

“Why would I quit? I love the job. Look at all the money I made.”

“But now you know…”

“Know what?”

“That… I’m a pervert.”

“Yes, Monsieur, you are. But a rather mild one, don’t you think?”