My First Night: The Collection

By Isa Adam

He was her first and she wanted to make it memorable.
They were in a private apartment, so it wasn’t shocking that they were openly displaying their affections.
He was her first and he had made sure to give her a taste of the best he had.

3 Erotic Stories Collection.

1. Russian Waitress
2. Night Alone with Neighbor
3. The Pool Cleaner

Mature Audiences Only (18+)

• Language: English
• Publisher: Sapna Patel
• Release date: Sep 22, 2020
• ISBN: 9781005389345

Book preview

Russian Waitress

Peter had gone through a series of interview with so many ladies and none of them fit into the qualifications he needed. Peter needed someone capable, someone who could take care of his restaurant, make good meals, and also head his staffs as best as possible. 

He had found so many things wrong with the ladies he had interviewed. It was either they were too young, too old, short, of average height, were too fragile or they did not have enough experience for the job. 

He was already giving up on finding the perfect head-waitress as he raked his fingers through his auburn hair when another lady walked in. 

Good afternoon Mr. Pierce, I am here for the job 

The soft angelic voice that spoke brought Peter from the trance of tiredness and frustration as he looked up. His eyes were met with bulging emerald eyes. 

The lady before him did not look like those women who ever applied for the job. She looked like a run-way model. Her looks resonated something strange within him, something he could not quite place his fingers on. 

She was not just pretty; her features were jaw dropping and stunning. She had an Amazonian figure which was bagged a curvilinear waist. She was not fat but improbably thin.

Her glossy skin complemented her face. The face that spat out fire. She had a crescent shaped eyebrow, her velvety eyelashes which housed her bulging emerald eye socket spelled doom. He saw the way a loose hair fell from her moon-shadow neatly tucked black hair.

He ached to run his fingers through her hair, to tuck back the loose hair back in place. Her crescent shaped eyebrow inclined slightly as she saw him staring at her

Is anything the matter sir? 

Mr. Pierce? she called out.

Her dreamy voice was all he could think of right there and then. 

Mr. Pierce! she called out once more, louder this time around, pulling him out of his fantasy.

Yes miss... he asked waiting for her to fill in her name.

Sasha Alba. The name is Sasha sir

Wow, a beautiful name for a beautiful lady He said before he could stop the words from spilling out.  

Thank you, sir, she replied with a blush.

He picked up her files and brushed through it. He gave some few nods as he quickly read through her files. From his perspectives, she was qualified for the job. The perfect girl for the job had arrived, he thought.

Wanting to pry even more, he asked her questions, to make sure her documents were real and not forged.

How long have you worked as a waitress? he asked with every surge of inquisitiveness coursing through him

For as long as I remember. See, I lost my parents at a young age and I have had to rely on myself to achieve the level of success I am at. Working part-time in different restaurant back in Russia, I was able to save up to give myself basic education.

Sasha was a bit self-sufficient in using the English language. The only thing that made it obvious that she hadn’t been brought up in America was the bit of Russian accent she had.

Like she said, she had trained herself with the basics in education because her parents passed on when she was younger and, she also lived in the rural area of Russia where education was not valued.

When she was 20 years old, she found her way to Florida where she continued her career as a waitress since she wasn’t exactly making it well in Russia.

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