Straight Female / 41
The Man At The Counter
I was 23, delusional, a degree in Music, trying out for an orchestra. I stopped at a small coffee shop for a sandwich, nervous as ever, I sat at the counter. A businessman walked in with a newspaper and sat down beside me. He ordered his usual, opened his newspaper and knocked over my glass of water.
He was very apologetic, offered to pay for my lunch, interviewed me with questions, wished me well on my audition, by the time I left for my audition I was on cloud nine, very confident. I did well, called in for a second audition, and went back to my part time job at the restaurant. A week or so later I was surprised when the same man came in, asking for my section. He wanted an update on my audition. I was so nervous serving him, butterflies in my stomach. When he left, he touched his cheek with his finger asking for a kiss. After the kiss he told me I was pretty.
During his visit we traded napkins, his personal phone number and I reciprocated. I felt foolish later, nervous and concerned really. He was a total stranger, now he knew where I lived and he had my number. I waited and waited for him to walk back in the door, a whole week went by, my heart was failing me.
I got a call Saturday morning, he asked me to a showing of a young lady artist. I had to work, he told me to call in sick, I needed to meet this artist. He assured me he'd cover my tips, he knew it was Saturday. After the party, the artist a very interesting girl, he took me to dinner. He asked how much my rent was and I got my first maintenance payment. I told him that was much more than I made in tips, hushing me, he told me to keep it.
Foolishly I thought I was lucky, I was really struggling and the tip coverage really helped me. A second 'date', this time to a play, and a 'little something' to help me. On our third date he insisted on taking a look at my apartment. I ended up on my back and my legs open. Now, he told me, I was his Sweet Pea. And because I had had a couple of slow nights that week, a 'little something' to help me.
My rent he covered, always something for me, the kisses were on the lips, with warm hugs and caresses. I didn't get the position, he encouraged me and consoled me, and I found out I was pregnant.
This daughter from this union is seventeen now, her father's baby. I spent three years with her until she started day school and earned a teaching certificate. My salary as a teacher is for anything and everything, all my maintenance miraculously appears in my bank account. When he touches his cheek for his daughter's kiss and he leaves a little something in her hand for whatever, it helps me remember, once I was his 'little something' with butterflies in my stomach.
She will attend college next year, she will never worry about rent, or anything financial. She is sole heir to his fortune, he has already taken care of me for my lifetime. Somedays I am distracted and I hear his footsteps, my heart races, butterflies in my stomach, he embraces me, and puts his finger on his lips, and I kiss him.
He was very apologetic, offered to pay for my lunch, interviewed me with questions, wished me well on my audition, by the time I left for my audition I was on cloud nine, very confident. I did well, called in for a second audition, and went back to my part time job at the restaurant. A week or so later I was surprised when the same man came in, asking for my section. He wanted an update on my audition. I was so nervous serving him, butterflies in my stomach. When he left, he touched his cheek with his finger asking for a kiss. After the kiss he told me I was pretty.
During his visit we traded napkins, his personal phone number and I reciprocated. I felt foolish later, nervous and concerned really. He was a total stranger, now he knew where I lived and he had my number. I waited and waited for him to walk back in the door, a whole week went by, my heart was failing me.
I got a call Saturday morning, he asked me to a showing of a young lady artist. I had to work, he told me to call in sick, I needed to meet this artist. He assured me he'd cover my tips, he knew it was Saturday. After the party, the artist a very interesting girl, he took me to dinner. He asked how much my rent was and I got my first maintenance payment. I told him that was much more than I made in tips, hushing me, he told me to keep it.
Foolishly I thought I was lucky, I was really struggling and the tip coverage really helped me. A second 'date', this time to a play, and a 'little something' to help me. On our third date he insisted on taking a look at my apartment. I ended up on my back and my legs open. Now, he told me, I was his Sweet Pea. And because I had had a couple of slow nights that week, a 'little something' to help me.
My rent he covered, always something for me, the kisses were on the lips, with warm hugs and caresses. I didn't get the position, he encouraged me and consoled me, and I found out I was pregnant.
This daughter from this union is seventeen now, her father's baby. I spent three years with her until she started day school and earned a teaching certificate. My salary as a teacher is for anything and everything, all my maintenance miraculously appears in my bank account. When he touches his cheek for his daughter's kiss and he leaves a little something in her hand for whatever, it helps me remember, once I was his 'little something' with butterflies in my stomach.
She will attend college next year, she will never worry about rent, or anything financial. She is sole heir to his fortune, he has already taken care of me for my lifetime. Somedays I am distracted and I hear his footsteps, my heart races, butterflies in my stomach, he embraces me, and puts his finger on his lips, and I kiss him.
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