Wives For Rent

Chapter 1 One of the unshaven long-haul truck drivers had just asked d**k Whitty, the owner and manager of the modern diner with the bright, flashing neon signs and the shiny aluminum facade where he'd hired the new waitress. "C'mon, man," he smiled, "let's have the secret. Where'd you dig up that sexy girl, huh?" Dick Whitty proudly stuck his thumbs into his belt as he grinned, accepting the trucker's compliment, and he was receiving many since he'd taken Kiki on. And what a delicious teenage dish Lady Luck had served him for a change! Since Kiki had come, he was beaming from ear to ear.... "Well, since ya bein' so nosey and all that," d**k laughed, "I'll be tellin' ya. See, I got her out of a foster home kind of set up. It's like this. The kids get put in these homes until they come of age, then they'se out on their own, see. And if they wants and it's okay, they goes back with their own kin, but usually the kin ain't nowhere around and they're all out on their own." He nodded. "Like this one. So I'm puttin' her up and feeding her and just, you know, takin' care of her till she makes up her mind where she's goin'." As the girl passed by from behind the counter carrying a tray with dishes on it, the truck driver reached out and patted her bottom affectionately. He grinned up at d**k who was counting receipts. "What's her name, huh?" The trucker hadn't been east for several weeks and he'd just driven in early that morning. "They call her "Kiki". She's supposed to have a lot of different bloods, born in Manila and her father was half Jap and something else and her mom was Hawaiian and English, a real mix up and she don't have no idea how the hell she got over here but her mom had something to do with it she thinks like chasin' after the Fleet, somethin' like that during the last war. Ended up in San Francisco and then back East up here." "She makes me horny," said another of d**k's early morning customers. This was Clive Wilkenson and he owned the big hardware stone down the pike closer to town. He always drove out for coffee and cake in the morning. "Yeah," continued d**k, "I didn't have no trouble gettin' Kiki. They knows I'm honest (he winked) in business, I mean, so they up and asked me if I needed some counter help and you guys know I did, so I said, sure, and then when I look up next, there stands Kiki. I couldn't been happier." "Yeah," said Clive, "she's some looker. She really turns me on, get's me nuts hot, know what I mean." He whispered out of the corner of his mouth to the manager. "Say d**k, where'd she get that classy costume she's wearin'?" "You like that huh? Well, I got to thinkin' Kiki's got such a hot set of t**s and those legs, why the hell not, so I got this see-thru blouse and those hot pants and they do the trick, don't you think? s**t, business, believe it or not, has doubled since I took her on back a week ago." "Yeah, you can say that again," Clive laughed. "I don't but have to yank myself out of here to go back to the damned store. I could do that tight little virgin p***y all day and oh that ass and those bouncin' t**s, oh wow!" The three men fell silent for awhile as each lost himself in his own personal fantasy of Kiki's provocative charms as the sleek young body around the diner doing the various and chores and waiting on the tables and helping the other girl when the place would get At the cash register, d**k Whitty stared at her thoughtfully. He was interested in Kiki. She was the product of a brief but probably happy interlude between an English sailor and a Chinese mother. Before the family had broken and the misery began, Kiki had had many opportunities at her father's knee and with her mother to learn of the fantastic heritage that was hers. Kiki had inherited a soft dark skin and slightly almond-shaped eyes but these were blue. She had an out-going manner which came from her father who had some Irish blood in him, plus a serenity she'd inherited from her mother's forbearers. Her mother had told her that her Grandmother had been pure Hawaiian while her father had been Japanese and Dutch. These people must have enjoyed more than usual intelligence because Kiki was anything but dumb. Physically she had a model's body with long, slender legs, smooth, curved thighs and unbelievably beautiful ripe breasts high on her chest. Her features were unusually pixie and cute and she laughed easily and still had the girlish habit of giggling unnecessarily. Kiki wore her raven hair down to her shoulders and most of the time was tossing it gaily about as her larger blue eyes flashed and her carefully cared for teeth shone whitely. In many ways Kiki was very proud of herself and very confident that everything would one day work out. She was also a hard worker and could follow instructions. Above all, this fact counted highly in d**k Whitty's estimation of Kiki, just as high as did his approval of her innate honesty, a quality hard to find these days. "Yeah," said Clive interrupting d**k's reverie, "that Kiki's really stacked. Don't mind me askin' but you been gettin' any since the kid hit the scene?" Dick turned suddenly to follow the movements of a new short order cook he'd just hired. This was an oriental youth, a Korean, d**k Whitty believed and the manager of the diner still wasn't sure he could trust him; but then d**k was always suspicious of any kind of oriental. "No, not yet, Clive," d**k answered. He grinned, "But s**t, I ain't just never got the time and then I keep worrying about rape; you know they gotta be over eighteen and she ain't just quite eighteen and if she squeals, well, I've had it!" "You're makin' too much out of it," said another old cronie at the counter. "Listen, d**k, no judge's gonna believe her word against yours. That's for sure. s**t, man, you been around these parts for a hundred years. You ain't got no reputation but a good one. They'd not take her word for s**t, you gotta know that, d**k!" "Now listen you guys, you're all puttin' bad ideas into my head," d**k Whitty protested but his eyes began to light up with a lust as he thought about actually f*****g the delicious young Kiki. God, naked she must be out of sight. And those t**s and what a tight happy little cunt she must have, he sighed to himself, his eyes glued to her shapely legs and the clinging yellow hot pants that out-lined the sharp curves of her p***y lips so gloriously. Of course, although d**k had said nothing to his friends since he'd taken Kiki on, he'd entertained some ideas of grabbing her ass but in truth he'd done nothing about it; there was the usual problems, the time, the place.... He looked up at Clive. "Suppose she kicks up a storm anyhow and starts wrestlin' with me?" he laughed. "A gal young as this one got one hell of a lot of fight in her!" "Well, if you ask me," chimed in one of d**k's friends, a guy who called himself Bull Cornwell and resembled a bull with his immense physical strength, "we could all hold her down for you, d**k, but of course you'd be good to us afterwards for the favor, now wouldn't you?" "Reckon I'd be," d**k admitted. "Probably it would be easier for all of us if we kind of filled her up with a couple of whiskeys, and then hell, she might even like that. Other day I saw her sippin' some wine with the Korean boy and she liked that." "Well, men," said Clive, "whatcha all think?" Dick looked up and grinned. "Look, business sort of falls of tonight early and the night guy ought to have no trouble workin' by hisself ... and we could all kind of have ourselves a little party back in the hotel lobby, huh? What do you all say to that?" "Yeah," said Clive, "we could put up the "Closed" sign and there'd be nobody to bother us. There ain't anyone livin' back there now, is there, d**k?" "Nope, nobody. Ain't had a hotel customer in over a week and Kiki herself is stayin' in one of the rooms back there so that's gonna make it easy like ... if you know what I mean." As the long day and early evening were on, d**k Whitty could hardly concentrate on his business. All he could think of was Kiki and her lovely little upturned ass, and those great bouncing t**s. And as the time grew close he couldn't tear his greedy eyes away from her prominent pubic mound that seemed to be blinking signals at him as she tended to the diner's customers. Kiki was in the kitchen washing some of the special glasswear. The other girl was taking care of the floor and the counter orders. Kiki was deep in thought. The roadside diner wasn't a bad place to work except of course the hours seemed endless and some of the work was even exhausting ... like the cleaning up before the early morning shift took over and this meant everything including the big greasy stove and every single cup and saucer, knife, fork and spoon and the entire tiled floor of the diner had to be scrubbed by herself and the Korean boy and then polished until they were supposed to see their faces shining in it. Yes, Kiki liked working for Mr. Whitty even though he was harsh on her at times. The tips were very good and the patrons generous. Mr. Whitty had explained that all the tips had to be divided in half with him, but she had already figured out a little system for slipping quarters and half-dollars into her panties and then paying Mr. Whitty only a small portion of what she actually took in. The young girl thought this was a form of cheating but the Korean boy, Joey Wang told her differently. He said that waitresses should keep all their tips and that in his opinion Mr. Whitty was a dirty crook who even didn't pay a fair wage for the work done for him. He claimed that even the cook was underpaid. But Joey Wang was one of those kids who was always complaining, always concerned with the downtrodden and the hapless of the earth. Now he was standing next to Kiki at the sink, his back slightly hiding her from Mr. Whitty's view out at the diner counter. "When you walk I can hear your tips going jingle-jangle," he said. He knew that if Mr. Whitty knew Kiki was slipping the extra tips down inside her panties he'd be mad as hell at her and call her a cheat the way he did every other waitress he'd had since Wang came to work for him. "Thanks" Kiki told her new friend. Since she'd come there to work from the foster farm she and the Korean boy had become close friends, spending a lot of time together talking and planning their futures. Despite the fact that Wang was a foreigner, he knew a lot more about life than Kiki did and she valued him. Sometimes, when business was slow or when Mr. Whitty was nodding near the register, they would hold hands under the counter where no one could see and stare into each other's eyes. "You should be careful about the money, Kiki," he told her and after a moment she made up her mind what she'd do about it. She had by now stuffed a great quantity of assorted coins down the front of her hot pants and they were really jangling together as she walked. Worse yet, she had been invited by Mr. Whitty and his two .friends, Clive, the hardware store man she knew from town and Mr. Bull Cornwall, the boss of the mechanics at the truckers' service station, to a little private party in the hotel in back of the diner. This was to take place after the night shift came on in the diner and Kiki, for some reason she couldn't understand, found herself really looking forward to it. The very idea of it made her feel very much grown up. Whispering in Wang's ear she spoke: "I know what I'll do about it. Keep an eye open on things out here for me, Okay, Wang. I won't be more than a minute," she grinned. She finished scrubbing the last plate and then seeing that the coast was clear, she headed for the ladies' room. She knew Mr. Whitty would miss her but she somehow just didn't care today. It was a crime, Wang told her that she even had to think about hiding money she earned legitimately. Before her brassiere had been the ideal place to hide things but since Mr. Whitty got her the new sexy outfit (for business, dearie) and insisted that she wear it all the time, there was no place for a brassiere under the tight sailor's blouse and her upthrust young breasts were allowed to jiggle freely beneath the silky material. It felt good she had to admit but it also reduced the number of places she could hide things.