Severine's Story
 

It's early morning at Bourbon Street around 3:45 and I'm shooting pool with a buddy who happens to work here. In fact, he's working right now but it's slow enough for him to shoot a set with me. Severine gets off in fifteen minutes and I look forward to walking her home.
We've struck up an interesting relationship in the last few days. She's worked here for several months but I never really talked to her much until my girlfriend and I started having problems. I've been working the evening shift at the warehouse and after work I'd come down here. She's usually off at four and leaves here anywhere from then to 5 or so but lately we'd leave at the same time. We live on the same street so I'd walk her home but after a few nights we decided to take a walk around the neighbourhood and get to know each other better. That night or early morning shall I say, we ended up having a coffee at my apartment. Looking back on it I feel like an idiot. I mean, here's this gorgeous intelligent woman in my apartment who was obviously into me and I serve coffee and sit in a separate chair intent on having a conversation. Silly Clay. Well the next day we went for breakfast together at Sals and then we went for a walk. We found a secluded park area behind the downtown library and sat chatting physically close to one another. The thought finally crossed my mind to kiss her but I needed to build up the courage first. I still couldn't figure out that she was into me. After a few minutes it was time to head back to Bourbon Street so she could get to work. On the way there I stopped her and asked if I could do something. Without further vocals we pressed our lips together and I learned how the French french kiss. Yummy, she said and asked if we could keep this discreet. She didn't want the extra attention from the Bourbon Street patrons looking for a date. She never gave them the time of day, which was probably why I didn't think she liked me.
Now this night, two nights later I prepare to play James while I wait for Severine's dismissal. James is not the best nine-ball player but he's lucky enough to keep me on my toes. Before I know it the time is four am and Severine is off, not just work either. She's heading out the door not looking happy. Following a few paces behind her is a creepy looking guy who's been hitting on her all night and I start to feel antsy. The score in my match is 3-3 and I'm running the table for victory four in a race to five. In the next game James ties it up again and I think I'll just have to pass up Severine tonight, but I hope she's all right. I didn't like the look of that guy. James breaks on the rubber match and scratches in the corner pocket, leaving a nice one-nine combination shot for me. I line up and drill it in. I thank James for the match and put away my cue and head for the door up the stairs.
Outside I see the creep talking on his cell but I don't see Severine anywhere. My mind starts to wander and I frown. I hope this creep didn't do anything to her...She must already be home...Shit. I could have walked with her and kept this piece of shit off of her...The things waitresses must endure...
I walk under the Bay parkade to Osborne on the other side. It's basically a short trip from Bourbon to my street. I cross Osborne and start to cut through another parking lot only to see Severine, with her headphones on dancing in the shadow of a building. She looks mad, like crazy mad and I call for her cautiously.
"Severine?" I can hear her music as she dances mindless to the world. "Severine?! Are you ok?" She spots me with her tearing eyes. Her arms reach out for me. "What's wrong?"
"Sniff...Why are they like that?"
"Wha...Who? Oh." I hold her tiny frame close as she cries into my chest. She may only be five foot three at the most and maybe a hundred pounds but her muscles are solid. I can't help my penis' reaction to her hard-body frame next to mine. My cock starts to stiffen down my leg, pressed up against her lower tummy. What an awful time to get hard, I think to myself, my friend's in tears and you're getting hard. "I can't believe what you girls have to go through. I have a tremendous amount of respect for waitresses and I'm so appalled by what they must go through. Those guys think they have the right and duty to hit on waitresses non-stop. It's disgusting." And here I stand, body next to hers, cock stiffening. I feel hypocritical.
"Can we go to sleep?"
"Sure. Where do you want to go, my place or yours?" What a line.
"Yours." I reach down and give her a peck on the lips.
"Ok. Lets get your things together." Her backpack, her purse and her disc man case were scattered around her on the parking lot floor. I take her backpack and she grabs the other things and quietly we start walking to my place, arm around waist, arm around shoulders.

It doesn't take long to walk the last block to my apartment building and it's a simple matter to reach my second floor apartment. I have a bedroom with a double bed but she prefers the futon in my Niğde Escort living room. So we recline it into a bed and she puts one of her CD's into my stereo. Some nice R