During your stroll through the neighborhood your eye catches on a nearby restaurant. It's just a local diner that you pass by all the time, always looking into but never going inside. Mostly because it seemed a bit dirty. Looking in through the window, you see that there are actually quite a few people inside.
Stepping inside the door, the smell of bacon and pancakes fills your nose. A pretty woman around your age stands at a podium and smiles warmly at you. Her brown hair is tied back in a bun and her uniform compliments her subtle curve. Her name-tag reads "Emma"
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"Welcome to Salt&Pepper! Table for one?" she asks cheerfully.
"Yes, and could I get a booth?"
"Certainly! Luckily for you, this is our last one" she says. Grabbing a menu she guides you to the back of the restaurant and sits you down in the corner. Once your seated she leans in close and whispers in your ear.
"I can tell this is your first time here. I know that it looks pretty bad, but the food is really worth it." With that, she returns to her position in the front.
Looking around, there's actually a good ratio of women inside. Many of them are attractive. You spot a group of older business women on their lunch breaks, spreading gossip between each other. In the booth in front of you sat a lone blonde woman eating a plate of breakfast food. You couldn't see anything else about her, since she was facing away from you. A large group of college girls seemed to have taken over the counter, every stool taken by a woman in a tight fitting shirt with greek letters on it.
You snap out of your thoughts as a pair of large tits block your view. The tan jugs eclipse your vision as they come within an inch of touching your nose. The woman's shirt had more than half of their buttons undone. No-not undone. Looking closer they were gone, clearly from popping off from the tremendous pressure of this bosom. You saw enough to notice that she wore no bra, but her nipples were barely out of sight. Suddenly, the glorious breasts pulled away, exposing the name tag of "Becky." You realize that it was the waitress pouring you a cup of coffee. Looking over her, you're shocked to see a woman in her mid-forties. Her bleach-blonde hair was tied back in a ponytail that went down to her shapely rear. While her top was the same uniform as Emma wore, she didn't wear the skirt or sneakers. Instead she was in tight, denim booty shorts showing off her juicy thighs and black flip-flops. Her nails were painted the same color. Looking into her amused green eyes, you realize she was watching you check her out.
Her ruby red lips curled into a smile. "Ready to order, sugar?" she asked with a slight drawl.
"Um...I think I'll need another minute..." you manage to get out. She leans forward, giving you a nice view of her breasts again.
"Well, let me know if you need anything. Anything" she repeated. She walks over to another table, her flip-flops giving an audible SLAP! with each step.
You shook your head for a second to clear your head. A cougar was just coming on to you...this place is amazing. You needed to come back here again. You look down at the menu and consider your order. Everything seems good. However, the gun feels heavy in your pocket. Remembering why you came here, a thought comes through your mind on how to use it.
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