I had never done this kind of work before but all the shows made it look so easy just whisk around the cafe and serve beverages with flair. All my friends told me with my figure it would be so easy to make up for the minimum wage with tips. Even though I am a size 12 with 40 d cup breasts by frequent visits to the gym I stay in excellent shape with a nice firm hiney, with long black hair and green eyes. Any way enough about me back to my adventure.
It was the morning rush it seemed like everyone and their brother had converged on the coffee shop it was my first day and I had already served caffienated to a gentleman who asked for decaffeinated and had received such a dressing down from the owner I was about to cry I really needed this job. I had just run out of unemployment and maybe I fibbed a bit on my resume and in the interview to get this job. We finally made it through the morning rush and my feet were killing me when I had gotten dressed this morning my little black stilettos had looked so cute with my awful little waitress dress. Now it was just excruciating pain that's when the incident happened I was taking Mr. D (he's the owner) his espresso and I tripped and broke a heel spilling hot espresso all over his lap.
He started to scream at me for my incompetence and I started to beg. Like I said I really needed this job I was late on my rent and now had ruined my only pair of interview shoes. Picking up the napkins from the near by dispenser I started to do my best to dap at the mess I had made. Bending over his lap he was getting a good look down the front of my dress. My bosom was heaving beneath the cheap polyester but I had taken the time to put on a sexy black lace bra to reward myself that morning. As I attempted to blot the spill I whispered " I mean it I will do anything to make this better, please it won't ever happen again."
Mr. D just laughed while he looked around the cafe, " Anything you say? Than you better come to my office and help me finish cleaning up this mess." Pushing me back he got up and put a closed sign on the door and drew the blinds. I slipped off my shoes to be better able to follow him to the back. I was definitely willing to do anything save my job. Following him I never realized what a big man he was at least 6 foot if not taller and so broad in proportion. I found myself wondering if all of him was so big.
Once we were in the office he locked the door behind us. This is when I got a little scared I thought maybe before he was teasing me and just wanted me to put some stain remover onto the spots. I was standing watching him as he sat in his office chair. His hand moved slowly to the zipper on his pants, his voice was husky with lust when he spoke " You did say anything, yes?" I nodded a bit hesitantly as he pulled down the zipper of his trousers. He already had an impressive bulge in his boxers and I was still nervous I mean I had said anything but did I mean it? I reluctantly stepped forward it was now or never and bowed my head in acceptance.
" Well," he said ,"suck it." Dropping to the floor in front of him I knelt and finished unzipping and unbuttoning his trousers. Easing his cock from its confinement in his boxers. Slowly I took him in my mouth just the head at first slowly comming to terms that I was on the floor of a family owned business giving my boss head to save my job. I had never done anything like this before and I found it exciting. I felt his hands on my shoulder and in my hair as I started to work with more enthusiasm I have always enjoyed sucking cock and it had been so long since I had been with anyone.