EXTRACT FOR
HER FIRST BDSM EXPERIENCE - Volume 7
(Nicola Diaz)

Lyndsey grabbed two plates of scrambled eggs, sausage, and toast cut in triangles. Bo came in behind her grabbing an order for his table. Her eyes swung to the man as she smiled sweetly and did a quick dancing twirl to keep from dropping the plates. She reacted with dignity and finesse as she danced her way through serving the food quickly and efficiently. 



The breakfast rush slowed, and Lyndsey grabbed the lull and took a break. The wad of bills in her pocket put a smile on her face. Bo walked in while she counted her tips. Smiling brightly, she glanced up at Bo. "I'm already over two hundred dollars in tips," she sang as she waved the bills through the air.



Bo counted his tips and frowned. "One seventy," he said and shook his head. "But the day isn't over yet." Lyndsey nodded but still felt confident she'd win.



The late morning lull slowly picked up and by eleven the crowds poured in with the lunch rush. Lyndsey smiled because it started off with a boom for her. Business men and women streamed in through the doors needing the lunch special and fast. She served the platters of food as fast as she could. Her section filled, and she ran from table to table, filling drinks, taking orders, and bringing food. 



Bo whistled as he plucked the plates and placed them on the tray. He grinned and lifted his chin when Lyndsey stepped up for her orders. "Tips are great," he said and waltzed back into the dining room with the tray of plates.



The laughter sounded from the other side of the diner. Bo entertained his customers with the way he carried the trays. And he had an uncanny memory. He theatrically pitched the order pad on the front counter and took the complicated orders of the large table. They clapped when he delivered the right food and even remembered who had ordered it. Lyndsey frowned because when the table left, he had a crisp hundred-dollar bill for a tip. He wagged his brow at her, knowing she had seen the whole thing.



Ahem. Bo stepped behind the counter after Lyndsey checked out a customer. "Care to count and compare?" he asked.



Lyndsey regarded him for a moment. "Can't, busy right now," she said and offered a small quick smile before rushing off to a table in the corner. Her heart pounded because the lunch rush didn't produce as much in tips as the breakfast rush and she became nervous about possibly losing the bet. Her rent came due after the weekend and she needed her entire paycheck plus tips to help make ends meet this week. She couldn't afford to lose the bet.