Sep 20 2009
A lil’ Extra Tip Money – erotic story
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Sara counted out her tip money for the third time sighing in disappointment. It had been slow even for a Sunday night but she was hoping for more. She would be losing power in her crappy little apartment tomorrow if she couldn’t cough up at least half of what she owed and even with what she made tonight she was still eighty bucks short.
“Fuck.” Sara whispered through clenched teeth. She would be doing fine if her piece of shit car hadn’t crapped out and cost most of her bill money to fix and if it hadn’t been mid November and cold as hell she could live without power for a while. But it didn’t take long for her all electric apartment to get down to freezing and below.
Dropping her forehead on the palm of one hand, Sara knew one way of getting the money she needed. In the first year she had worked at the club, she had went this route on a few occasions to get extra cash but she hadn’t in over a year and the thought of doing it now made her stomach churn. Oh what the fuck, she thought to herself. It’s just nasty sex and if it helps pay the bills, who cares.
Sara waited until the other couple girls left before getting up and going back to the office where the grease ball manager Willy was adding up his books for the night. She took a deep breath and knocked on the door before walking in. Willy was sitting behind his desk and looked up with an irritated look when she walked in. Sara swallowed hard looking at him. His thinning hair was a dirty blonde color and greasy, his body was plump, soft and as greasy as his hair. His only redeeming quality she thought was the fact he had a fairly big cock. Sara knew this from experience.
“You aren’t done yet?” he asked in his hateful tone.
Sara took a deep breath and blew it out to bolster her courage and decided to get right to the point.
“Tips were shit tonight. I need eighty bucks to pay a bill tomorrow.”
Willy blinked a few times before letting a slick smile cover his fat lips and leaning back in his chair hands crossed over his big belly. “And your telling me this why?”
Sara sighed and walked over in front of his desk putting her hands palms down and staring him straight in the eye. “I am too fucking tired for games tonight, Willy. Yes or no?”
“Well, I’m not sure what you mean….” He began. But Sara wasn’t in the mood for his shit.
“Fine.” She said and turned to walk away.
“Ok, ok. Yes….” She reached for the door. “I said yes, damn you!”
Sara took her hand off the door knob, a tiny smile of triumph on her lips. She turned to face him walking slowly back to his desk pulling off her shirt and letting her small, bare tits tease him, ready to earn her bill money.
“Fuck.” Sara whispered through clenched teeth. She would be doing fine if her piece of shit car hadn’t crapped out and cost most of her bill money to fix and if it hadn’t been mid November and cold as hell she could live without power for a while. But it didn’t take long for her all electric apartment to get down to freezing and below.
Dropping her forehead on the palm of one hand, Sara knew one way of getting the money she needed. In the first year she had worked at the club, she had went this route on a few occasions to get extra cash but she hadn’t in over a year and the thought of doing it now made her stomach churn. Oh what the fuck, she thought to herself. It’s just nasty sex and if it helps pay the bills, who cares.
Sara waited until the other couple girls left before getting up and going back to the office where the grease ball manager Willy was adding up his books for the night. She took a deep breath and knocked on the door before walking in. Willy was sitting behind his desk and looked up with an irritated look when she walked in. Sara swallowed hard looking at him. His thinning hair was a dirty blonde color and greasy, his body was plump, soft and as greasy as his hair. His only redeeming quality she thought was the fact he had a fairly big cock. Sara knew this from experience.
“You aren’t done yet?” he asked in his hateful tone.
Sara took a deep breath and blew it out to bolster her courage and decided to get right to the point.
“Tips were shit tonight. I need eighty bucks to pay a bill tomorrow.”
Willy blinked a few times before letting a slick smile cover his fat lips and leaning back in his chair hands crossed over his big belly. “And your telling me this why?”
Sara sighed and walked over in front of his desk putting her hands palms down and staring him straight in the eye. “I am too fucking tired for games tonight, Willy. Yes or no?”
“Well, I’m not sure what you mean….” He began. But Sara wasn’t in the mood for his shit.
“Fine.” She said and turned to walk away.
“Ok, ok. Yes….” She reached for the door. “I said yes, damn you!”
Sara took her hand off the door knob, a tiny smile of triumph on her lips. She turned to face him walking slowly back to his desk pulling off her shirt and letting her small, bare tits tease him, ready to earn her bill money.
