Waiting Tables

By Jay Lucas

Kiana knew she was impulsive at times and buying nice things always came before long-term planning. Working at Hooters and using her large breasts and nice ass to get tips was good enough to pay the bills and afford her the things she wanted. With breaking up with her last boyfriend left her not wanting to jump into another relationship either.
Living in a small Southern town had its charms but Kiana was not expecting to find a man nor a white man that would date a black waitress. When she saw Rick, she assumed he was just another white good old boy looking for a meal and was not interested in a busty black Hooter’s waitress.

Kiana finds out that her view of white men was off and that the charms of a white southern boy seemed to work on her more than she expected. What was simple flirting now turned into a lust filled night followed by another. The hesitation of dating a white man and the taboo of having an interracial sex now feels like something she didn’t know would happen.
With no birth control used Kiana now has to deal with the consequences of letting a white man finish in her and telling him that she wants something more than a taboo sex friend.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Jay Lucas
• Release date: Jan 19, 2023
• ISBN: 9798215461051

Jay Lucas

A story teller for interracial, impregnation, romance and hot steamy sex.

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Waiting Tables

By Jay Lucas

ALL CHARACTERS ARE OVER 18

Interracial, Impregnation sex story

Kiana was dressed and ready to work. She figured it was another Friday night to make money serving bad food to guys that came to look at her tits and ass. Working at Hooters was not her lifelong dream, but it paid the bills and gave her the spending money she wanted. She thought about going back to nursing school but felt the new car was more a need than a want at the time and paying it off meant working at Hooters longer. At twenty-three she still thought that time was on her side and earning money was a top priority.

She drove into the only real exciting place in town as she knew the town was not known for anything other than being a poor Southern town where people did nothing. It was not only poor, but there were only two sit-down restaurants to eat at and her restaurant was one of them. The only thing she did like was the dinner crowd for Friday night which was always her big night and getting on the schedule sometimes was a pain in the ass. She managed it where she promised to close up which meant staying late but it was worth it if it meant being on the schedule every Friday night.

At work, with a quick check in the bathroom, she made sure her shirt was down just enough for her cleavage to show. She checked to see that her chocolate skin of her breasts showed just enough and yet not too much at the same time. Most of the girls she knew wore push up bras to accentuate what they had but she never needed that as she just made sure her breasts showed off their natural cleavage.

She didn’t’t need to check her ass as the tight-fitting shorts rode right up the crack of her ass. She knew she didn’t have some petite white girl ass and her thick butt was just right for all men of all races to love. Her legs were strong and not some chicken stick legs that some of the other girls had. It was a habit, but she knew it had to be done once she stepped on the scale to check her weight. She looked down to see it hadn’t moved since last week. The weight she did have was in all the right places too she felt. She knew tonight she looked perfect with her long black flowing hair down and makeup that was spot on.

As she served mostly men, she didn’t count the tips but knew tonight was a decent night. The few black guys that came in all stared at her ass and she knew it, but she made sure to bend forward a bit more when the white guys were in her section too. She figured the white guys loved her breasts and the black men adored her ass. The flaunting of her body was not what she wanted to do in life, but it paid the bills and white guys tipping to see her chest made her feel at ease that they liked what they saw even if it was her black skin.

The small town was not too small, but she did know a few of the people that walked in, and it felt like everyone sat in the regular seats sometimes. Kiana knew to play nice and flirt when possible, always asking the guys what they did and how they liked the food. It was playful banter she felt and crossing the line was something she knew not to do since nobody in the town was seemingly worth it. She remembered the past mistake with Jay’Lyn and knew not to mess around with the customers or make boyfriends out of them.

Tips came in as she hustled table to table like a pro knowing how much time to spend talking to the customers and when to leave to help her other tables. She felt like it was a dance and that each table was a tip of her doing her act. She smiled all the time and hated that she loved how men seemed to stare at her body like she was a goddess but knew that her body was what they were tipping. The men still asked her out from time to time and tonight a few white guys made a pass at her asking if she would give them her number. They were polite about it and took the rejection in stride and left a good tip too.

It was the end of her shift and almost closing time when she saw two men walk in. There were only a few customers left and nobody in her section. She could see that they looked like hunters all dressed up in camo, but it was the one guy she noticed was quite built. He took off his hat when he walked in and could see his dark brown hair and his strong looking face that had a bit of stubble on it. She looked down more to see that he was quite tall and muscular too. He was not a typical redneck that had a beer belly and looked ragged either.

Not one to check out white customers in a sexual way, she couldn't help but think he was really handsome and probably dating some petite little white girl that giggled like a school-girl all the time. His friend was younger and smaller but also well kept. She wondered about the two but figured they were friends and out doing man stuff since they dressed like they were outdoorsmen.

With the normal welcome greeting and a friendly smile, she sat them at one of her tables and figured they would be the last customers for the night, and she could close up and head home. She served them each a beer noting that when she checked their ID the stronger guy was only twenty-six and his friend was twenty-one. They ordered burgers and she cleaned up her area liking that there was no more cleaning after her one table was done.

Deciding to sit with them to pass the few minutes she had, she smiled and asked what they were hunting. The younger guy glanced at her cleavage as she knew he would and replied that they were hunting boar. She turned to the stronger guy, and he looked at her eyes making her smile that he wasn’t tempted by her large chest that openly displayed her generous assets.

So, what do you guys do? she asked, making sure she batted her eyes and kept her big flirtatious smile up.

Mechanic, the bigger guy said, still looking at her brown eyes making her think he was a gentleman in a place not known for it.

Just in college, the younger guy answered as his eyes were clearly on her chest but struggling to look up. She knew most men could not help but look at her DD cup breasts, and his staring was proof that she was doing her job and it might get a bigger tip.

So, what about you? the stronger guy asked as he seemed more interested in her face.

It was a simple question that seemed rhetorical since she was serving them their food, but he didn’t seem like a guy that would ask a dumb question. She wondered quickly how to answer it but then just came out with the honest answer as she knew it was just small talk anyway.

Just working here and making money, she answered, figuring a quick honest answer would end it.

Saving up for college or something big? he asked. His words stung knowing she was skipping out on her nursing degree since she was now paying her car payment and spending money of nice things.

A bit of anger came to her as she saw his eyes just reading her almost telling her she was not doing the right thing. Deep down she felt some guilt but him bringing it up and not even knowing her stung hard. He was not saying it in a mean