- Joined
- Jan 2, 2010
Mr. James Kendall was the manager of a local diner on 3rd and Main Street called "Speedy's Diner." Ironically enough, the service was slow as hell. With only 2 workers and a manager, it would seem that they could efficiently operate, but such was not the case. Still, the food was amazing and people didn't seem to mind flooding the place to a full crowd with no sitting room just to get some food. Mr. Kendall remembered the faces over time. He remembered who didn't want to pay, who tried doing acid next to the cash register, and even that guy who urinated behind the vending machines. Even with all of the memories and all of the years, there was one face that stuck out in his mind the most. He couldn't remember her last name or her first name for that matter. He had thought her name might be Benita, but he hadn't tried talking to her.
It was about 3:00 PM. Oh boy, class was getting out and kids were always hungry after school. Soon enough, the place started filling in with people. He filled orders and rang people out, but when he turned around, he saw her. That beautiful girl whose eyes seemed to shimmer. He didn't figure she could be any older than 15 or 16, but there was some deep feeling he got from her. He looked at what she was wearing, admired her when she wasn't looking. He loved it when she came in because her laugh was so cute and it just always brightened his day. Mr. Kendall was a happily married man, but sometimes the lusts of a former life come bellowing out. He knew the girl couldn't ever have the capacity to love him, only the body that would send him to jail if he ever got caught.
Mr. Kendall personally brought their food to table just so he could be closer to that beautiful young lady. He gave her an extra hardy smile. "Good afternoon, ladies. Here you are, enjoy!" He put on his happy face, but he was having an amazingly hard time containing himself. He could feel it, the madness growing inside him. Oh, he had a hunger. He clicked something in his pocket once he was behind the counter and he gritted his teeth firmly. He was electrocuting himself to try and fight the feelings to carry out what he wanted to do, but nothing was easing it. Images of this girl naked flooded his mind. She was spread in all sorts of beautiful positions in his fantasies. She was pleasuring him with her mouth, her pussy, loving him. Then he awoke from his fantasies with another firm shock to the leg. He couldn't do this. It would be considered rape. The dangers didn't matter. He couldn't talk himself out of it now.
It was about 3:00 PM. Oh boy, class was getting out and kids were always hungry after school. Soon enough, the place started filling in with people. He filled orders and rang people out, but when he turned around, he saw her. That beautiful girl whose eyes seemed to shimmer. He didn't figure she could be any older than 15 or 16, but there was some deep feeling he got from her. He looked at what she was wearing, admired her when she wasn't looking. He loved it when she came in because her laugh was so cute and it just always brightened his day. Mr. Kendall was a happily married man, but sometimes the lusts of a former life come bellowing out. He knew the girl couldn't ever have the capacity to love him, only the body that would send him to jail if he ever got caught.
Mr. Kendall personally brought their food to table just so he could be closer to that beautiful young lady. He gave her an extra hardy smile. "Good afternoon, ladies. Here you are, enjoy!" He put on his happy face, but he was having an amazingly hard time containing himself. He could feel it, the madness growing inside him. Oh, he had a hunger. He clicked something in his pocket once he was behind the counter and he gritted his teeth firmly. He was electrocuting himself to try and fight the feelings to carry out what he wanted to do, but nothing was easing it. Images of this girl naked flooded his mind. She was spread in all sorts of beautiful positions in his fantasies. She was pleasuring him with her mouth, her pussy, loving him. Then he awoke from his fantasies with another firm shock to the leg. He couldn't do this. It would be considered rape. The dangers didn't matter. He couldn't talk himself out of it now.