His hand was not going to be as good as a woman’s tight cunt or mouth, but he’d make do with his hand. At this moment in his life, there was nothing for him to do but take care of business himself.
****
Grace Stewart stared at her reflection in the full length mirror inside the diner’s staffroom. Teri had gotten her a uniform that was a perfect fit. The black skirt went down to her knee, and the pumps were comfortable enough that she’d be able to be on her feet all day without being in pain. The crisp, white buttoned shirt was without a single crease, and Teri demanded that she keep it that way every day. She also had a half pinafore at the front, and she had been given a clean pad, plus a pencil for orders. There was also a code for everything on the menu, which changed every single week, depending on Teri’s mood, as she was the cook.
There was a knock on the door, and a second later Teri entered.
“Hey, honey, I thought I’d check on you. The doors are open, the food is cooking, and the customers will start to arrive.”
Grace looked down at the uniform, and sighed. “Do I look okay?”
“You look beautiful, and nervous. You need to tie your hair back.”
She touched her long brown hair and winced. “Shoot, I’m so sorry, I forgot.”
“Calm down, Grace. Damn, some bastard did a number on you.”
Grace’s cheeks heated at the reminder of what she’d become in the last eight years since leaving Greater Falls for college, and then for a job. She’d told Teri one of the reasons she had come back home. Teri was one of those people she could easily talk to.
“You don’t need to keep apologizing. It’s your hair, and I’m not going to suddenly bitch at you about it. I’ve got a spare band. Here, let me.” Teri moved behind her, and pulled her hair back into a bun. “You look like a little sex kitten.”
“Oh, erm, I don’t think—”
“Relax, I’m trying to give you some confidence, honey. You do know that the Dirty Fuckers MC come here to eat, right? They own this diner.”
“Yes.”
“I’m wanted to make sure that you know it. They wouldn’t hurt you, and they won’t make you uncomfortable. Obviously some of them will try to get in your pants, but if you tell them no, then no they will listen to.”
“Thank you.”
“Stop saying thank you. I’ve not officially given you the job yet. I just hope you know what you’re doing.” Teri moved toward the door. “Come on, you may as well get stuck in when you can.”
Leaving the staffroom, Grace took a deep breath, and entered the main part of the diner. It was a large, family diner, and she’d been surprised to learn a biker club owned it. She always imagined that an MC would have some kind of sex club, or women walking around naked. Too much television in the last couple of weeks hadn’t even begun to prepare her for the diner. Teri had warned her that all clubs were different, and this was the way Dirty Fuckers MC rolled.
“Right, you start by filling the pots along the counter, and checking the tables. When people come in, serve them. Chloe’s not coming in until after nine, and she’ll help you. She’s a club girl, so she won’t give you any shit. I made sure you were working with some of the nice girls.”
“There’s not nice girls?” Grace asked.
“Put it this way, some club whores think they have a shot with these men. They need to realize that these men are only after their pussy, nothing else.” Teri shrugged. “I guess there would be no drama if they didn’t think they were special. I’ve got to head back into the kitchen. Are you okay?”
“Yes, I think so.”
“Oh, there will also be Daniel. He’s not long out of high school, and he’s wanting to prospect for the club. He’ll be waiting with you, but he’s a sweetie pie.” Teri gave her another beaming smile before walking off.
Okay, filling up the pots of sugar, salt, and ketchup. Teri had already told her where to find the supplies. Grace went into the supply cupboard, getting what she needed and starting to fill the empty containers.
The repetitive action helped to soothe her frayed nerves.
I can do this.
It’s simple.
A simple job that doesn’t need any kind of instruction or support.
Opening each tub, she filled first the salt, paying careful attention so that she didn’t accidentally fill the wrong one.
“Do you really think anyone is going to believe a fat bitch like you? You should be happy that I even want your cellulite riddled ass.”