Free Serve His Needs - Encounter by Karolyn James Page A

count the cash.  Even then, she didn’t actually touch the money but rather sat at the bar sipping a glass of wine, tapping her foot, waiting to hear the total for the day.
    As Amanda moved towards Barbara, she stepped to the side.
    “So, Amanda, can I count on you?” Barbara asked.
    Amanda had planned for a relaxing evening on the couch with Grey’s Anatomy.  It was her pathetic thing to do on a Thursday night, but sometimes it was all that kept her going.  She often fantasized about touching herself while watching Grey’s, working herself into the story line.  She tried once or twice but it just felt weird, so she would wait until an episode was over so she could turn out the lights.  A friend of hers suggested a toy to which Amanda blushed and giggled.
    It had been too long since she had a man in her life, and sadly, it had reached a point of almost no return.  When days turned into weeks and weeks turned into months, it actually became harder for her to try to decide on a man or relationship.  The saddest part was that she worked in a restaurant where a lot of businessmen came for drinks, dinner, and meetings, not to mention the bar always being full.  She could have really just picked and chose, that is, if she was looking for one of those one night stand hookups.
    “Amanda?  Hello?”
    Amanda blinked and looked at Barbara.  “Yes, you can count on me.”
    “Good, I figured, but Charlie always makes me ask…”  Barbara rolled her eyes.
    Charlie was Barbara’s husband.  The inner workings of their marriage scared Amanda to death.  She was certain that Charlie had his name on everything and the only way Barbara got any money was when she had sex with him.
    Ew.
    Amanda had her foot out, touching the door, when she sensed Emilio.  A second later, his voice boomed, “Ah damn, Mandy, get that food out there!  Come on, girl.”
    Amanda looked over her shoulder to Emilio’s dark, hate filled eyes.
    “Quick staring at me and get serving,” he called out.  “I do my job and you hold me up.  Do your job.”
    Taking the high road, Amanda opened the kitchen door and hurried to her table.  Of course, they were at the farthest end of the restaurant and after holding the plates for what felt like two days, her arms felt like rubber and she wanted to cry.
    She served the food and the party of two, a man and woman, dug in and enjoyed.  Next stop was to get the coffee for the table near the kitchen.
    She filled a carafe with fresh coffee and balanced it in the middle of a tray with four coffee mugs, sugar, and a silver container of creamer.
    As she stood, perfecting her balance, her only friend in the restaurant, Becky, came rushing towards her.  Her brown curly hair was always messy and there was nothing Becky could do about it.  It added to her charm and suited her perfectly once you got to know her.
    “Holy shit,” Becky said and smiled wide, almost bouncing the last few steps to Amanda.
    “What’s wrong?” Amanda asked.
    “He’s here… he’s here… holy shit, he’s here…”
    “Who’s here?”
    “ Him .  Your boyfriend.  Alexander Porter…”
    Just hearing his name made Amanda’s heart flutter.  Her body warmed over like she were standing in front of a raging fire.  Her cheeks were burning already, red as apples, but that compared nothing to what was happening inside her body.  Becky said something else but Amanda didn’t hear her.  She mentally begged herself to not get turned on… do not get turned on … do not …
    Amanda bit her lip as she felt the soft moisture between her legs.
    Damn.
    She was wet.
    “He’s sitting in your section again,” Becky said. 
    Amanda couldn’t respond.  She just walked by Becky, feeling her panties moving, almost squishing between her legs, all thanks to Alexander Porter.
    She turned the corner and made her way out to the table that needed the coffee.
    First things first.
    As she did, she couldn’t help herself as her head turned to