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[Immortalsane] Ethel Gets A Tip
Ethel (it was her great-grandmother’s name) pulled her phone out of her pocket at the sound of a little chime. The distinctive tone was for a new hook-up app she’d downloaded a few days ago. Unlike the others she’d used previously, this one had the distinct advantage of getting right to the heart of her interests.
Hi, was all the message said.
The twenty-two year old waitress rolled her eyes. She flicked the screen to get a look at the profile. No picture, no profile, not even an age, just a preference list, and a screen name. She snorted in annoyance and shoved the phone back in her pocket. Her profile clearly stated that she didn’t talk to blanks, not that anyone ever read the damn thing. Well…some did. And those had been fun. But the vast majority had been a waste of time. If it weren’t for the happy few, she’d have deleted the app by now.
She stacked a plate on one arm, then another on the other, and then picked up one more in either hand before heading out to table fifteen to drop their order.
“Ok, folks,” she said with a practiced smile, “That’s one short stack with sunny side up and bacon, one double cheeseburger with seasoned fries, one Colorado omelet, and one Ceasar salad. Can I get you anything else?”
They shook their heads and thanked her for their meals. Well, most of them did. The boy kid, looked maybe thirteen and miserable with it, had his head buried in his phone. His fingers were flying across the screen and he seemed to be making every effort not to look at her. She suppressed a chuckle when his father reached over and waved a hand over the phone.
“Um, thanks, yeah, no I’m good,” he muttered. The offending hand pulled away from his phone as his father sighed. His fingers resumed flickering.
“Sorry,” the dad mouthed.
Ethel grinned and smiled to show she didn’t mind. She turned away to head back to the kitchen, and saw the boy’s fingers stop moving abruptly out of the corner of her eye.
She almost jumped out of her skin as the app sounded off again. She forced herself not to look over her shoulder until she was most of the restaurant away. The boy was watching her from under a fringe of bangs, face slightly red. Surely not…
She stepped into the kitchen and pulled her phone out, swiping the lock screen straight into the app.
Sorry, I meant to send more but my Dad wanted me to order something. I’m Josh, I’m thirteen, and I think you’re really pretty. I noticed on your profile that you don’t have a lower age limit, so I thought I’d message you. Sorry for being a blank profile, I just downloaded it today and haven’t set it up yet. Um, do you do any public? I’m down for anything you want to do. Oh, I’m the kid you just delivered a cheeseburger to. Sorry, I’m super shy.
Ethel grinned. Hmmm… as much as she wanted to, she was on shift… Sorry sweetie, she tapped out, it’s not that you’re not cute, but I’m at work.
She glanced over at the orders up and snagged a chicken fried steak for one of her tables. She delivered it, but her smile was a facade this time, and she found herself glancing in his direction. She hadn’t been lying about him being cute…
Her phone dinged again while she was making the rounds doing refills. She felt a little surge of anticipation, and realized with a private grin that she was open to being talked into a little action. Have to be a hell of a pitch, though.
It was ten minutes before she got a chance to check her phone again, but fortunately the restaurant wasn’t too busy, and her section was emptying out as tables cashed out. She said a private thanks to the universe that her job didn’t include cashiering, the owner preferring to have a trusted manager or hostess run the register rather than allow underpaid waitstaff the temptation of getting near money. Cynical as all hell, and a fairly rude assumption since it was the owner’s choice to pay slave wages, but at least it meant she didn’t have to be running up to the register in addition to everything else her job entailed.
She popped the app open, and grinned, relieved for once to someone hadn’t taken the first no. Now that things were quieting down…
Look, I know it’s a lot to ask, but I’m really down for anything. My grades just came in and I heard my Dad talking about repurposing me if they drop any lower. I don’t want to end up in a butchery or working a road crew the rest of my life. Please? Help me go out on my terms?
Ethel felt a shiver of sympathy to go with a stiffening between her legs. The moment she’d heard about the government subsidized app SnuffMe, meant to hook up the adventurous, sadistic, or thrill seekers with those wanting assistance with self termination, she’d downloaded it. Up til then, she’d been trawling through various dating apps looking for her fix, but now, they came to her!
Her hand slid down to grip her stiffening hardon, and she grinned. And no more surprises there, either. The app actually had options for various stages of MtF transition, so partners seeking her out knew going in that they weren’t going to get any cunt in the bargain. She grimaced. Now, if only she could sidestep the folks that wanted to snuff an MtF, she’d be golden.
Pushing that thought aside, she tapped out a response. Careful, kiddo. “Anything” covers a lot of ground. What if I wanted to, say, dismember you?
She glanced out the kitchen door, and found Joshua’s table. She watched him look at his phone and tap out a response. She couldn’t tell if his face had changed or not, but his posture had grown a little straighter, she thought.
Her phone dinged and she looked down again.
*Gulp* Um, I mean…well, that’d be terrifying, tbh. But…I really mean anything I guess. I hope it wouldn’t hurt too much, but…I just don’t want to go home tonight. If they didn’t cost so much, and if there was one in walking distance, I’d use a term booth, but…beggars can’t be choosers. So…as long as I end up snuffed, I guess it doesn’t matter how you do it. But, um, if it could not hurt, that’d be awesome?
Ethel bit her lip, hand in her apron pocket, clutching her cock as it rose to full mast. The possibilities were immensely hot, but if she was honest, she didn’t really want to make the kid suffer. She just liked killing people. Although…
OK. Do you want me to come get you, or do you want to just meet me out back?
She stepped out of the kitchen and snagged Brett, one of the waiters on shift. “Hey, I’m taking my break, cover for me?”
Brett glanced at her section, which now comprised only three tables, one of whom was nursing a pot of coffee. “Oh, god, you want so much of me,” he deadpanned. “However will I cope.”
Ethel snorted. “Thanks, Brett”
“Hey, just gimme a smoke when I go on break and we’ll call it even,” he said with a grin.
“Jesus, Brett, don’t you ever buy your own?”
He laughed and started for the kitchen. “Hell no, those things are expensive!”
Ethel laughed and shook her head. Her phone dinged and she glanced down at the screen.
I’m too nervous. Come get me or I’ll never get up the nerve, please?
She nodded and stepped back in the kitchen, slapping her palm against the time clock long enough for it to register and clock her out for lunch, before heading for the drinks station. A minute later she set down three refills on the family’s table. “Doing ok, folks?” she asked, heart pounding.
They nodded. She took a deep breath. “Mind if I borrow him?” she asked pointing at Josh.
Blank stares met her question. The mother froze, fork halfway to her lips, and blinked. “I…beg your pardon?” she asked.
Ethel put on her best service smile. Her cock was twitching and pounding in her shorts at the thought of taking the kid away from his family, literally, with their full knowledge. “Oh, he’s been chatting with me on SnuffMe, the government hookup app for termies. I figure as long as we’re slow, I’ll take him out back and end him.”
They stared at her in shock for a moment, and the mother dropped her fork. “Joshua Andrew Matheson-”
“Felicity,” his father said sharply, placing a hand on her arm. She snapped a glare at him, but cut off her impending tirade. He looked at Josh measuringly. “Is it true?”
Josh nodded without looking up.
The boy cleared his throat, hands clenched together.
“He heard you might be repurposing him,” Ethel put in quietly.
His father glanced at her, and then back at Josh. “I see. And what, you decided to take yourself out first?”
His father stared at him, eyes narrowed, for a few heartbeats and then smiled a little. “I can respect that.”
Josh twitched and looked at his father for the first time. “You…really?”
“Michael-” Felicity began, the color draining from her face.
“Boy’s made a decision, Felicity,” Michael said firmly. “If he’s man enough to decide to go out on his own terms rather than making us argue and agonize over it while his grades keep dropping, then who are we to argue with him getting a little help going through with it.”
He held his hand out to his son, who took it, looking like he’d seen a ghost. Michael gave his son a firm handshake. “Goodbye, son. And good for you.”
Josh smiled shyly and squeezed his dad’s hand before standing up. He hugged his sister, who looked annoyed. “Bye, sis,” he said softly.
“You couldn’t have, like, done this at school or something?” she muttered.
He laughed. “If it makes you feel better, now you get my room. And your pick of my stuff.”
She grinned. “Fair enough. Later, lil bro.”
He stepped around the table and his mother caught his arm. She looked like she’d swallowed something nasty. “Couldn’t you…couldn’t you just hang yourself? Or maybe a term booth, we’ll pay.”
Josh blinked and reddened. “I…uh…”
Michael chuckled. “Felicity, the boy wants a beautiful woman to snuff him, not a bolt gun wielding robot.”
Felicity winced and gave Ethel a dark look. “Exactly what do you have in mind?”
Michael groaned. “Woman! That is between them!” He winked at Josh, and made a shooing motion. “Go. I’ll hold Her Smotherness off whilst you flee.”
His sister choked abruptly and began coughing into her hand while Ethel grinned and grabbed Josh by the arm, dragging the slightly stunned boy away from his spluttering mother, and saucily grinning father. She led him out the employee entrance at the back and into the alley way. She let go of him once outside and pulled up the legalese portion of the app on her phone.
“OK, I need you to…” She looked up to find him staring at the wall blankly. “Hey, hello? You still in there?” She asked, waving a hand in front of his face.
He jumped. “S-Sorry. I just…it’s been awhile since my Dad was proud of me.” His eyes took on an urgent look. “Um, listen, I’m not going back on it or anything, but if you happen to let it slip that you had your way with me and maybe forget to mention that you have a cock…” his eyes widened and he paled. “Not that I mind…I mean…and I don’t mean…I’m not expecting sex, I just…”
Ethel snorted and put a hand on his shoulder. “Relax, kid. I’m about to kill you, you’re not going to offend me. And I get it, ok? I’m perfectly fine with letting your dad think you went out a straight stud.”
He blushed. “Thanks,” he murmured. “Sorry for spazzing.”
“No worries. Now, you know how this works?”
He gulped and nodded.
“OK, so thumb on the reader,” she said, holding up her phone. He pressed his thumb to the little scanner and it pinged. “And again to confirm.” He repeated the gesture and it pinged again. “K, and now we just,” she held the phone to his shoulder and thumbed the scanner twice. It let out a little fanfare, which she thought was a tad over the top, and the screen showed that his citizen chip had changed status to ‘assisted self-termination’ and she grinned, “and you’re officially dead. Now we just have to actually do the deed.”
He paled and took a deep, shuddering breath. He firmed up his jaw and managed to keep his voice from quaking too badly as he asked, “How do you want me?”
Ethel reached up and ran her thumb over his lower lip. “Naked, for starters.”
Josh nodded shakily. He stepped out of his shoes and pushed his pants down to his ankles with sharp, jerky gestures. As he stepped out of his pants, he pulled his shirt up over his head, leaving him in just his sock and briefs. There was no art, no seduction to his movements, just a boy getting undressed who happened to be shaking a little. He reached down to pull off a sock and flailed for a second before she steadied him. He shot her a grateful look and then pulled off his socks one after the other. He took a deep breath and fingered his briefs for a second, before shoving them down with a determined movement, stepping out of them as well.
Ethel stepped back and looked him over with an appraising eye. He wasn’t muscular, but he wasn’t out of shape. He had a little pudge building up for a growth spurt, or left over after one, and it gave him a soft, boyish look. He was still mostly hairless, just a few wisps coming in over his cock. And that was standing half up under her gaze, a decent size for a boy his age. His hands twitched with the obvious urge to cover himself, and she smiled. She reached out and took his cock in her hand, rolling it and feeling it firm up almost instantly as he gasped.
“So,” she said with a grin, stepping forward and reaching up to entwine her fingers in his hair, “answer me honestly: was I just the first one to pop up on your radar, or did my cock have anything to do with your interest?”
He blushed. “Um…you were the first I was interested in who looked like you might do kids? And the fact that you had a cock was, um, I mean-”
Ethel grinned wider and tightened her grip on his hair, tilting his head back and leaning down until their noses touched. He shivered and his cock throbbed in her hand, his eyes widening. “Let me rephrase that: I’m going to get off in you. The question is, am I going to fuck your dying body, or fuck your dead body?”
Josh gulped. “Is, uh, I mean…I’d like…”
She arched an eyebrow at him and squeezed his cock, hard. He yelped and stuttered out, “F-F-Fuck me f-first p-please!”
She laughed and tilted his head, licking his jaw up to his ear. “Now, was that so hard?” she murmured in his ear. He shuddered as she used her grip on his hair to pull him down to his knees, letting go of his cock as she did so. She pulled her apron around her waist, sliding it until it fell behind her, and mashed his face into her groin. He gasped at feeling her hard on pressing into his cheek.
“Take it out,” she purred, heart racing at the sight of the cute kid on his knees in front of her.
He licked his lips and reached up to undo her shorts. He managed to get them unbuttoned and unzipped with only minimal struggling from his shaking hands, and tugged them down slightly to get at her panties. Since her apron covered her up, she tended to wear men’s bikini’s at work for comfort and the bright red underwear were already sporting a little wet spot. He reached into her waistband and gently tugged it out, lifting it over her cock, freeing it. It slid down to point straight out at his face, slapping him gently since she kept him from pulling away.
“You like it?” she asked softly, rubbing his face against it.
He blushed crimson and nodded.
“Good. Now, you’re going to suck it. And so you don’t half ass it, be aware that the entire thing is going in your ass, so it’s in your best interests to get as much spit on as much of it as possible,” she said with a wicked grin.
Josh shivered and nodded. He reached up and wrapped a hand around it. To be fair, Ethel privately admitted, some combination of early hormone treatment and genetics meant that it wasn’t a monster. It was only six inches long and about an inch and a half in diameter. A slender, ladylike cock. But the knowledge that she was going to kill the kid made it hard as nails, and she fully intended to fuck him good.
He licked his lips and took the head in his mouth and she hissed with pleasure. He had soft, full lips, and they felt and looked every bit as amazing as she’d hoped they would wrapped around her. She relaxed her grip on his hair slightly, giving him a bit more freedom of movement to see what he would do.
Josh suckled at the tip for a moment or two, belatedly bringing his tongue to the party with a hesitant swipe at the underside of her head. Then he let out a sharp breath and just fucking went for it. Ethel groaned as he reached up and grabbed her hips, pulling himself onto her cock in one motion, his nose tapping her smooth groin.
It was a mistake on his part, and one he realized immediately when he gagged sharply. Ethel let out a breathy laugh as he jerked back coughing. “Points for bravery,” she panted, grinning. “Try and swallow as it hits your throat.”
He coughed a bit more, nodding, and then gamely tried again. He went much slower this time, but that only meant he gagged sooner. Ethel grinned and held him in place, feeling him spasm around her cock, eyes drifting half closed as she enjoyed it. It wasn’t often she made someone gag with her cock, and she thoroughly enjoyed the sensation, sight, and sound of it.
“Mmm…actually,” she murmured as she pulled him back off to let him cough. “I think I’m just going to fuck your throat for a bit. Tap my leg if you think you’re going to toss, k?”
He nodded, opening his mouth wide even as he struggled to suppress the coughing. She shivered at his easy submission and slammed home again, groaning as his throat twitched and jerked around her. She fucked his face for a pleasant few minutes wit a dreamy smile on her lips while he gurgled and choked, staring up at her red faced with watering eyes, his hands on her hips. She was seriously contemplating whether she could choke him to death with her cock when she felt an urgent tapping on her leg.
She pulled out and let go of his head, skipping out of the potential line of fire. He fell to his hands and knees and coughed, trembling from head to toe. The coughing fit passed as she watched him, admiring the faint sheen sweat leant to his skin. “Better?”
He nodded and straightened up. She grinned at seeing his cock standing straight up against his stomach. She reached down and fondled it, whispering in his ear, “I think someone enjoyed being used as a fuck sleeve.”
Josh cleared his throat and nodded, his face red, though from the choking or embarrassment she couldn’t say.
She laughed softly. “Lay on your back and pull your knees up to your chest.”
He obeyed, and she stood over him, looking down at his soft young form, cock throbbing with anticipation. I’m going to fuck that, she thought, head spinning with lust, I’m going to be his first and last.
She reached behind her and fished in her apron, pulling out her smokes and a lighter. She lit up, and then reached down to fish amongst his clothes. She could swear…there! Triumphantly, she pulled a studded scene kid belt off his pants. Even better for her purpose, as she examined it she realized it had been customized. It had his name on the back, the steel studs painted with lurid red nail polish, and what looked like nerdy cufflinks were pressed through the unused holes. There were a couple of pendants hanging from rivets that were clearly added by punching into the leather, one a video game symbol she recognized, one some fan thing she didn’t.
He paled and bit his lip at the sight of it. She cocked her head in momentary confusion, and then chuckled. “Relax, kid, I ain’t goin’ to beat ya’.” She winced inwardly as her slight southern drawl came out in her excitement.
She kicked his clothes into a pile between his legs and knelt down on them. Then she tucked her smoke into her lips, and reached down to place the belt around his neck. His eyes widened in understanding as she settled the impromptu noose into place. “There we go,” she murmured with a smile. She took a few more drags off her cigarette, and then stubbed it out on the pavement beside them. With a wink to him, she tugged her shirt up, tucking it behind her head. She wasn’t wearing a bra, since her tits were fairly small, and he gulped at the sudden sight of naked woman flesh.
She sat up and spit on his exposed hole. She reached down and pushed her spit into him with a finger, watching him wince a little at the slight stretch. She spat a few more times, working her finger in and out a little more until she thought she could get inside him. Then she grabbed her cock and placed the tip at his entrance. She locked eyes with him, grinning fiercely, heart tripping out a mad staccato, and rolled her hips, forcing her way into him a few inches.
Josh yelped and his grip on the back of his knees tightened. He squirmed in place, biting his lip as she slid deeper and deeper into him. Ethel let out a soft moan of contentment when her hips met his ass, all of her encased in hot, tight, virgin boy. Josh’s head fell back, face screwed up and eyes closed. Ethel adjusted her grip on the belt and leaned forward to nuzzle at the join of his throat and shoulder. “You feel amazing, kiddo. I’m going to seriously enjoy feeling you die on my cock.”
Josh shuddered and his ass spasmed around her at her words. He opened his eyes and managed a small smile. “Th-thanks, I guess?”
She pulled on the belt, just enough to start the blood pooling in his head, and leaned up, nibbling at his ear. She lid a hand between them and encircled his cock, squeezing and tugging gently. He gasped at that and she smiled, starting to roll her hips, micro fucking him. “That turn you on?” she murmured in his ear. “Hearing me talk about killing you for fun?”
He shivered and whispered, “Y-yeah.”
She chuckled throatily, and licked at his jaw. “Good. Bet you never thought it would end like this, huh? Naked in an alley with a tranny cock up your ass, getting strangled with your own belt.”
His cock jumped and his ass clenched again and he started to pant. “No,” he whispered softly.
“Tell me,” she breathed as she started to lengthen her strokes. “Tell me what you wanted to be, what you thought life would be like?”
He shuddered. “I w-wanted t-to b-be a t-teacher.”
She groaned and sat up a little, stroking his cock in time with her thrusts, using it as leverage to start fucking him in earnest, pulling almost three quarters of the way out before bottoming out with each stroke, keeping an even steady pace. “Teaching what?”
He shivered and whispered, “E-English. I-I like w-writing.”
She arched her back and leaned down to suckle at one of his nipples, nipping at it as he gasped and squirmed. “Any good?”
Josh swallowed, his head starting to feel a little heavy from the belt around his neck. “I-I w-won a s-state e-essay contest this year.”
Ethel laughed breathily. “I’ve never killed an author. Matheson, right?” She sat up and kissed him gently on the lower lip, admiring the way his mouth gaped unconsciously in his darkening face. “I think I’ll have to hunt down that essay.”
His eyes widened. “R-Really?”
“Mmm,” she grinned. “Yeah. Print it out, cum all over it, and frame it on my wall.”
His cock jerked sharply in her hand and she chuckled. “Hell, I might cum just from reading it.”
He licked his lips. His face was brick red now, and his eyes were starting to flicker. She eased up on the belt slightly. Hot as the look was, she didn’t want to send him out accidentally. “Why?” he asked hoarsely.
She leaned down and nuzzled his face. “Because,” she whispered. “I’ll know that the kid who wrote it? The kid who beat out everyone else in the state for that award? The kid with all that potential? I fucked that kid to death in an alley.”
He gasped and shuddered, his cock pulsing and throbbing. His ass was sucking at her, and she knew he was getting close. She sat up and looked down at his face, a broad smile on her own, enjoying the slightly shocked, aroused look on he wore. “I love it,” she said softly, dreamily. “Knowing that all you could be, all you could have done, I took away. Before now, my favorite kill was a girl that failed her doctoral exam. All that potential gone when I slammed her cunt while I held her head under in a public pool, killing her while a lifeguard watched.”
He was panting and shaking now, and she could feel his orgasm coming. She leaned in closer, smile widening. “But you are going to be hard to top. You know why?”
Josh shook his head slightly.
Ethel tightened the belt again, feeling her own climax beginning to build. “At least she had a chance. You? You had all the possibility, all the potential in the world, and you’re never going to even get a chance to use it.”
She kissed his forehead, thrusts speeding up and she groaned out, “Because instead of becoming a writer, or a teacher, you…are going to be a nice, memorable orgasm,” she panted as she suddenly yanked on the belt, eyes locked to his as he strangled in earnest, “and then I’m going to throw your corpse in the dumpster and go back to work.”
He let out a faint, breathless keening noise, and shuddered. She felt his cock spasm sharply and his ass clamped down as little jets of boy cum hit her abdomen. She forced herself to keep her thrusting steady, watching for the moment the light faded from his eyes, wanting to cum as he died.
“And the…best…part,” she panted, grabbing his left leg as his grip loosened, pinning it to his chest and using it for leverage to keep fucking him, “is that…I’m going to…serve your mother drinks…” she whispered leaning down, eye to eye with him, “and the whole time…I’ll be thinking…about how I…fucked and strangled her kid…with the hands that pour her Coke.”
She watched as that last raised one final spark inside him. She felt another jet of boy cum spatter against her as his ass clenched weakly around her. His eyes went dark and she lost it, thrusting violently twice before shooting into him. She fought the urge to collapse, pushing herself up to sit on her feet. She shoved him off her cock and hauled on the belt, pulling him against her while keeping tension on the belt. Wouldn’t do to have him recover, after all. She scooted over to put her back to the dumpster, dragging his twitching body with her, and then looped the belt over her shoulder and down across her back bandolier style, so she could hold tension on it by keeping her her hand down at her side instead of pulling up and out. The position put his head on her shoulder, and she snuggled with her gruesome teddy bear as she fished a cigarette out and lit it.
She smoked contentedly, running her hands over his flesh, enjoying the feeling of life fading. He was already gone, his body just didn’t know it yet. She kneaded and stroked his skin, cupping his ass, waiting for…there. That moment when the vitality, the life vanished and his flesh turned from supple body to dead meat. She looked down at his face and Frenched his gaping, blue lips, tongue entwining with his limp one, and sat back to keep the pressure on until she finished her smoke. Overkill, maybe, but she owed it to him to make sure.
Five minutes later, she stood up, shoving the corpse off her. She hauled it up by the belt and a thigh, and rolled it over the edge of the dumpster. She meant to just drop it in, but at the last second, she grinned. She grabbed it by the hair and worked the belt loose, gasping softly at the sight of the deep grooves it made. She definitely wanted to kill that way again and, well, why buy a new killing belt when this one made such a distinctive trophy?
She gathered up the pile of clothes and used the shirt to wipe herself off, then tossed them in on top of the corpse along with the shoes. Then she slapped her forehead and pulled the pants back out, fishing through them to retrieve the phone she knew was in the back pocket. She whistled and congratulated herself on her foresight when she got a good look at it. This model had only been out a couple months, and it was a high end phone. The family would definitely want it, maybe to turn it back in and end a possible lease, or at least sell it onward if they didn’t keep it.
Ethel spent a moment straightening up, tucking everything back where it was supposed to be. On a whim, she slid the belt through the loops of her shorts. It barely fit, but it fit nonetheless. A sadistic impulse made her hike her apron down so the belt was visible before she slid the phone into her apron.
The door banged open and she turned to find Brett sticking his head out. “How much can you smoke, woman?”
Ethel laughed. “What makes you think I was just smoking?”
He cocked an eyebrow and looked at her closely. “Nice belt.”
“I like it.”
“You weren’t wearing it when you clocked on.”
“Why Brett, are you looking at my ass again?” she asked, playing coy, grinning in the flush of watching him figure it out. So exciting to know other people knew about her hobby, doubly so that it was perfectly legal.
A light went off in his eyes. “Wasn’t there a Goth kid at one of your tables wearing a belt like that?”
“Well, there was…”
“O…k…” Brett leaned against the door, eyebrows going up. “And he gave you his belt?”
“Sort of. He’s not using it anymore,” she said, reaching out and thumping her hand against the dumpster, a huge shit eating grin on her face.
Brett stared at her and then he laughed, shaking his head. “Gimme a smoke, woman, and I won’t tell the boss that you’re snuffing customers on break.”
She giggled and pulled out her pack, handing it to him as she walked to the door. “I swear I wasn’t going to, but then my section died, and god he was cute.”
Brett stepped forward and let the door fall closed a bit, blocking her way. He pulled out a smoke and lit it, puffing at it while eyeing her.
Ethel drew up short, watching him watch her. “What?”
“You snuff kids?”
She swallowed. “Look, I’m not-”
Brett grinned. “Chill, woman, I’m not calling you a monster.”
She felt some tension ease out of her shoulders. “Then what?”
He looked down at his cigarette. “I’ve got a cousin, sixteen, sweet kid. Not dumb, but she doesn’t try all that hard at anything.” He took a long drag and smiled at nothing. “Mostly because she’s got a deathwish. But, get this, she wants it to be special. Not as in, ‘I love you, please snuff me’ special, but special like, out of the ordinary.”
Ethel’s mouth twisted. “I’m not sure I want to be the one to snuff her because she thinks I’m freak enough.”
Brett snorted. “Ethy, I’m not saying you should snuff her because you’re trans, I’m saying you should meet her, and then figure out if you can go crazy enough to get her where she wants to go. Because it might be a good time for you, and the girl is crazy.”
“Oh. Reeeally,” Ethel said softly, mind turning. She arched an eyebrow. “And what makes you think I’m that crazy?”
Brett grinned and shrugged. “I don’t, necessarily. But you’re a good friend, and a nice person, and I think if you’re willing and able, I would rather she went out by someone I know would give a damn, and not some random asshole who happens to win her ‘who’s the biggest, nuttiest sadist I can find’ lottery.”
Ethel laughed. “Ok, fair. Look, we’ll do drinks and talk more about this maybe. Right now,” she glanced at her watch, “I’ve got two minutes to clock back in.”
Brett nodded and stepped aside, opening the door for her. “Place is dead right now anyhow, so the boss shouldn’t jump down your throat, but…”
She winked. “Better on the clock than yelled at.”
He laughed and nodded as she hustled through the door, making it to the clock and slapping her palm on the reader with a minute to spare. She glanced out at her section and her heart jumped at seeing the family was still there. Their drinks were still full, but…she fingered the phone in her pocket. She grabbed their check off the table by the door.
She stepped out and walked across the floor. The sister saw her coming first, and even better, she saw the teenager double take when she glanced down and saw her brother’s belt. That got her parents looking and Ethel crossed the last fifteen feet to their table with three sets of eyes on her, one curious, one locked on her waist, and one trying desperately to burn her to ashes by sheer force of will. She wasn’t entirely sure how this was going to go, but her inner exhibitionist was screaming at her to flaunt the fact that she’d literally just minutes ago snuffed their son and brother.
Before she could say anything, his sister piped up. “Is that Josh’s belt?”
Ethel’s hand fell to it and she stroked it lightly, possessively, her excitement at showing off making it almost a sexual gesture. “Yeah. It became really special to me recently.” She grinned. “I don’t normally take trophies, but…I just had to this time.”
She watched as the implications filtered in and felt a flutter of excitement as his sister turned red looking at it.
“But,” she continued with a grin, as she reached into her apron and fished out his phone, holding it out, “trophy laws notwithstanding, I’m not an asshole.”
His dad smiled and took it. “Thanks. It occurred to me that he took it with him about five minutes after he left, and I wasn’t looking forward to the thought of searching for it.”
Ethel inclined her head. “No problem. Can I get you folks anything else?”
Felicity twitched, her glare ratcheting up from why can’t I kill you by wanting it all the way to I will murder you with my bare hands and like it if you don’t go away very fast. “I think you’ve done enough,” she said flatly.
Michael winced and mouthed sorry before calmly shaking his head. “No, we’re fine. We just wanted to…well, thank you for bringing this back,” he finished lamely, patting the phone as his wife transferred her death ray to him. “Do we pay you?”
“No,” Ethel said with a saccharine smile, setting their check on the table. “The hostess takes care of that at the front.”
She nodded at them and walked back to the waitress station, leaning back against it to watch at they left. Felicity moved like Michael was in for a loud time of it the moment they got into the car, and Ethel felt a pang of sympathy for the man. The daughter cast one last lingering glance at her brother’s belt, and then hastily jerked her eyes away when she realized Ethel was watching, face going deep red.
They paid and left and Ethel relaxed. She probably wouldn’t have been fired if they made a scene, but in hindsight, showing off had been a bit dumb. Her cock twitched and she grinned. Exciting though.
She was fingering her phone in her pocket and thinking about doing a puzzle when the door opened. She straightened up and got her waitress smile on to greet a customer, only to blink as Michael Matheson came rushing back in. He speed walked over to the table and scooped up his son’s phone. Ethel frowned. How had he forgotten-
And then he looked around and spotted her, starting toward her at speed, and she got it. Deliberately, as an excuse.
She smiled at him as he pulled up in front of her. “Yes, sir?”
He fished in his pocket and pulled out a twenty. “Here.”
Ethel’s stomach fluttered and before she could stop herself, “Oh, you already gave me the best tip of the night.”
Michael blinked and for the first time all night, looked a little uncomfortable, sending Ethel’s heart into overdrive. She couldn’t take it back, so she just smiled and hoped.
He recovered and grinned, tucking the bill back into his pocket. “All right. Just,” he coughed and leaned in, “would you tell me…I don’t want details, but…did he go out…well?”
Ethel grinned and leaned in. “Like a real man,” she said with a wink. She couldn’t resist adding, “one of the best I’ve ever had.”
He caught it, and his face suffused with a hint of pride. “Really? I wouldn’t have thought he had it in him.”
Ethel almost choked on laughter as she honestly said, “Oh, he had it in him all right. He had it in him to the very end.”
He grinned wider. “Well. Huh.” He laughed softly. “Good for him.” He pulled the twenty out and set it on the counter next to her. “Thank you for taking care of my boy.”
And with that, he nodded to her and walked away with a spring in his step, obviously pleased at the thought of his son, the sexual dynamo. Ethel managed to wait until he was out the door before collapsing back against the counter, shaking with waves of silent laughter.
She kept the twenty though. Because twenty bucks is twenty bucks.
Ethel lay on her bed, one hand on her cock, the other on the touchpad of her computer, wearing nothing but her new belt. Cum lay splattered across half a dozen pages of printed paper, covered in serifed text, and she lay back closing her eyes.
Who knew it was possible to blast that hard to a discussion on terraforming?
She made a happy little murring sound as her cock softened in her hand, her other hand stroking her belt slowly. She was supposed to meet Brett to talk about his cousin tomorrow when they were both off.
Her phone pinged and she smiled.