Part 2
This is part 2 of 4 of this novel. Much of this story is true, as told to me by a long-time friend I believe in and trust. This second part takes off where part one left off.
I went home that night after getting off work and tried to recreate what had happened to me in my mind. I could not understand why JR was so mad at me for uncovering the silhouette of that woman’s face. What Harold, the head chef, told me about costing me to find out. I knew there was more than meets the eye.
A couple days later, when I went to work, I decided to find out what was going on from Fran. She was the longest-tenured employee at the restaurant.
She was on a break alone, so I went to her and asked her, “Hey Fran, I hate to bother you on a break, but I was wondering about something and was hoping you could help me.”
Fran looked up from eating her snack and said, “What can I possibly help you with?” She said in a sarcastic tone.
I replied, “Do you know who the picture is under the rug in the lobby?”
Her eyes got as big as saucers, and she looked around to see if anyone was around and said, “I don’t think you should put your nose in where you have no business.”
I said, “Okay, thanks.”
Now, I was left with only the head chef, Harold, to ask and find out what it would cost me.
I decided to ask him on Saturday morning when we were all alone in the restaurant.
That Saturday came, and I was doing my job, working up the nerve to ask him. I was cleaning the restrooms, which were side by side. I was in the men’s room with the door wide open. I was just about done cleaning and moved my mop and bucket out of the men’s rooms when I heard the women’s room toilet flush.
I was only a few feet from the door and knew Harold was the only one working in the restaurant. I thought that was strange. Why would he use the lady’s room when an employee toilet was in the back?
I stood outside the ladies’ room for several minutes, thinking that one of the waitresses might have come in early and was using it.
I finally tapped on the door and yelled, It’s me, Anna! I am here to clean the bathroom.”
There was no response, so this time, I used my fist and beat the door, saying, “I am counting to ten and then coming in.” Again, there was no response.
I opened the door very slowly and saw that no one was in there. I just stood there questioning my hearing. I cleaned the restroom and then went back to the kitchen.
Harold was baking some pies and made a mess with all of the dirty pans, which I had to clean up. I did those as fast as I could so I could talk to Harold.
I approached him by the oven and said, “Harold, this is a strange question. I was cleaning the restrooms and heard the ladies’ room toilet flush. Nobody was in there. Did you use it, and I missed you coming out?”
Harold looked at me and said, “I don’t think you want to know the answer to that question. I told you before it will cost you.”
I said, “Yes, I do want to know the answer. What will it cost me?”
He looked me up and down and said, “You may not like my answer, but it will cost you a blowjob. My wife won’t give me one, and you have nice lips and a great body, and I bet you could suck my cock like no other ever has.”
I about fell over from his answer and said, “You are kidding, right?”
He shook his head no and said, ” I am not kidding, and for you to know why that toilet flushed like it did, you will have to blow me and let me cum in your mouth. I also want to see your tits young lady.”
I thought about it, and I knew there might be one other person that I could ask without having to suck this old man’s cock.
I replied, “I will think about your offer and let you know.”
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I finally got a weekend night off, and Stan and I decided to go to a movie. I knew after the movie he would want to fuck. He warmed up by pinching and playing with my tits throughout the movie. I was sure he would have no clue if I asked him what the movie was about.
He told me after the movie, “Guess what? We are going in style tonight. I made a reservation at Motel 6, and we can fuck in a real live bed.”
I laughed and said, “Motel 6 is style? What if I don’t want to have sex? Have you ever thought about that?”
I could tell by his face he was mad.
He said, “Okay, fine, you don’t have to go there. Maybe I should look for someone else to fuck.”
I replied, “Can’t you take a joke? Let’s go.”
He drove us to the hotel. We walked into the lobby of the hotel, and the clerk greeted us and said, “How’s it hanging, Stan?”
Stan’s face turned a little red, and then he said, “Just fine. I have a reservation.”
We went into the room, and I asked Stan, “How does the clerk know your name?”
He replied, “He is one of the ball players on my team, Dad.”
I asked, “You’re not worried about him telling your dad?”
He replied, “Naw, my dad would not care. Let’s get to fucking. I am horny as hell.”
My radar went up. I was not sure about his story about it being a friend’s dad.
Before I could even get my shoes off, Stan was standing in front of me naked and with a raging hardon. He grabbed me and almost ripped my dress off. He pulled my panties down after he got the dress off me.
He said, “There is the pussy I love. It looks like it needs a slight trimming around the edges.”
Before I could say a word, he tossed me on the bed and, within seconds, jammed his cock in me.
He pumped me like a madman. It was so different from how gentle he usually was. It felt like the first time he hurt me a little bit.
He squeezed my boobs and twisted my nipples as he fucked me. I liked being fucked, but this was starting to involve too much pain.
Something was different. He was fucking me and not making love to me.
I was about to tell him to slow down, but he came.
He then said, “Fuck, that was great, Alicia.”
I threw him off me and asked, “Who the hell is Alicia? Are you talking about Alicia from the cheer squad?”
His face turned bright red, and he said, “Sorry, I don’t know why I said her name.”
I said, “Bullshit. You have fucked that bitch, haven’t you?”
I dressed as fast as I could, and he just sat in bed watching me.
I went to the door and said, “I think I will ask the clerk at the front desk if he has a son playing baseball. If he does not, don’t ever call me again.”
I went to the desk and asked the clerk, “Do you have a son who plays baseball for a high school?”
He said, “No, I don’t. I am single and have never been married. Why do you ask?”
I replied, “Stan told me you did. How do you know Stan, then?”
He said, “He rents a room here a few times a month and has been doing it for, I don’t know, six months now. This is the first time I have seen you. He normally has a redhead with him.”
I snarled at him and said, “Thanks.” Then I stormed out of there.
I walked over to Stans car and kicked it. I did more damage to my foot than I did to his car. I knew when the clerk said redhead that it was Alicia.
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The next day, I had to work and looked forward to talking with Ruben. He might know about the mystery of the silhouette. That way, I would not have to blow Harold. He was at one time the head chef there, but he had a drinking problem and would go on a bender and not show or call in for sometimes as long as two weeks. JR put up with him as Ruben made most of the recipes for the restaurant. He was by far the best chef there. Harold was more of a robot and just followed the recipes.
It has always been a pleasure working with Ruben. He treated me as an equal and not like a lowly dishwasher.
I was about done with my work when I asked Ruben, “Do you know about that face below the rug up front in the lobby?”
He replied, “Yes, I know a little about it. Harold told me you two had some agreement, and I was not to say a word to you about it. He told me if I did, he would fire me.”
I said, “Okay. Thanks anyway.”
Ruben was such a sap. Harold could not fire him. Only JR could. He was a meek man and so simple that Harold’s threat probably scared him to death.
I finished my shift, went home, and thought about Harold’s advice about blowing him. I don’t think I ever would have, but now that my ex-boyfriend was such a cheater, maybe I should blow him. It would serve him right, especially if I told him that I did.
My next shift was early on Saturday morning. It would be the perfect time to blow the old buzzard.
Harold was back by the cutting boards, deveining and butterflying some shrimp, and I told him, “Harold, I want to know all about what I heard and that woman’s face in the lobby.”
He looked at me and said, “Are you ready to pay the price?”
I said, “I am let’s get this over with.”
He walked over to me and grabbed my boobs, and said, “Take off that apron and your shirt. I want to get a good look at your tits, and it will make me nice and hard for you to suck my cock.”
I did what he said to do and stood there with him licking his chops and looking at my boobs. He ran his hand up and down my chest, squeezing my nipples.
He said, “I just love your tits, so young, so firm, and the perfect size nipples. Use your apron and mine and throw them on the floor so you can kneel on them to blow me.”
I did what he asked, and he undid his zipper and pulled out his cock. I don’t know what exactly I expected, but his cock was large and very hard.
I grabbed his cock and began stroking it. He had his eyes glued to my hand, watching me jacking him off.
He said, “Suck it, Anna. Suck it till I cum in your mouth. Then swallow all my cum. Do it. Do it now.”
I slowly put the tip of his cock in my mouth and ran my tongue around the head of it. I bobbed back and forth on his cock. I looked up at him as I did.
He said, “Fuck your good at this. I wish my wife would blow me. You better get ready as I am about to cum in that sweet mouth of yours.”
He shot a load of cum in my mouth, and I swallowed every drop.
I did not want him to find a way out of telling me about the bathroom and the lady’s face in the lobby.
I stood and said, “Are you satisfied now, Harold?” As I put my shirt and apron back on.
He said, “More than satisfied, thank you. Let’s sit in the breakroom, and I will keep my end of the bargain.”
We went to the breakroom, and he said, “I know what I am about to tell you may seem crazy, but it’s true. Let me start by telling you the face in the lobby is of JR’s deceased wife. She owned this place. She had all the money. She was married before JR, but that husband passed away. She met JR, and they married. As a matter of fact, the car that JR drives was once hers.”
I asked, “Why did he get mad at me if that was his wife?”
He said, ” There are a couple of reasons. His wife was murdered. They have never found out who killed her. JR was the prime suspect, but they did not have enough evidence to convict him.”
I asked, “Does JR’s new wife know this?”
Harold said, “She sure does, and rumor has it JR was fucking her before Marion died.”
I asked, “Marion was his ex-wife then? The woman whose picture is on the lobby floor.?”
He said, “That is correct. He does not want anyone to see that picture because of the scandal when she died. He does not want to be asked about or see that picture, and his new wife does not want to see it either.”
I asked, “Why doesn’t he have it removed or tiled over?”
He said, “You have seen your paychecks and need me to answer that? He is too damn cheap. He still has the first nickel he ever made. This restaurant used to be the talk of the town before him. Everyone knew “The Belle” was the best place in town to eat. He won’t spend a dime to maintain its appearance or buy the necessary equipment we need. You had better never say a word about what I am telling you. If you do, I promise it will be your last day working here. I have taken a big risk telling you what I have. You know the only reason I am is because you are a great cock sucker.”
I said, “I won’t say a word. I promise. Now tell me about why the toilets flushed like they did.”
He said, “I need some coffee. Would you like anything?” I shook my head no.
He returned, sipped his coffee, and said, “Hold on to your apron. What I am about to tell you may scare the shit out of you.”
To be continued.
