Owen VS the Waitress (Patreon)

The penultimate chapter to the "Owen VS the Senior Class" saga. Owen tests the limits of his strange powers, and learns a thing or two.

As always, big thanks and love to all of you, my generous patrons. An extra thanks for your patience, and work kinda overwhelmed me this winter.

  

CHAPTER 4 – FINE DINING

It was a lovely, sunny Sunday afternoon, although Owen wouldn’t have known, locked in his room with a new FPS. He wouldn’t have known, if he wasn’t summoned by Blake. Owen hated being at her behest, but he had to admit- he enjoyed playing a pawn in her wicked schemes.

Blake was waiting for him at the Big Boss Roller Diner. It was styled like a 1950s drive-up diner, complete with waitresses on roller skates. Owen knew the place well, although he never dared eat there; Big Boss’ was the domain of the cool kids.

Owen crept up to the bustling diner, trying very hard not to be noticed. Music blared, engines grumbled, and pretty teenagers flirted and cavorted. He spotted Blake; she had Mommy’s white Escalade today. Owen ninja’d up to the driver’s side door.

“Pssst!” he whispered. “Hey!”

Blake hopped out of the SUV. Owen took quick but careful note of her outfit; black cropped hoodie, that displayed her tan, flat tummy, and skin-tight white yoga pants. No panty lines in sight. Carefully coordinated black & white cross trainers and her hair in a tidy pony tail. Dressed to work out, without a bead of sweat.

“What the fuck” she snapped, looking around. “Don’t let anyone see you!” She grabbed Owen by the collar and tossed him into the Escalade, right in the driver’s seat. She hopped in after him, landing roughly on his lap and effectively hiding him from sight.

Blake’s pony tail whips him in the face; it smelled amazing. He tried very hard not to focus on her ass grinding into his lap.

“Look over there,” said Blake, oblivious to her impromptu lap dance. “See that waitress?”

The waitresses at Big Boss’ were hard to miss. Hot pink & white uniforms, with little paper hats and short, flaring skirts. And of course, roller skates.

Blake pointed to one with a very distinct punk rock flare.

“The one with the purple hair and the nose ring?” She looked like she walked straight out of Hot Topic- equal parts hot and terrifying!

“That’s the one,” Blake nodded. “Watch this.”

The waitress skated up to a Mini Cooper, and bent down to talk to the driver. Bending at the waist, causing her flared skirt to rise up, exposing a pair of black silk panties, covered in tiny skulls.

“Her skirt” Owen gasped. “She doesn’t know…?”

“Oh she knows.” Blake grumbled. “She knows that showing a little peek of her panties gets her better tips. And it turns her on , as well.”

Blake shifted, getting comfortable, pressing her shrink-wrapped ass right into Owen’s virgin crotch.

“However. She isn’t showing off her panties,” she hissed. “They’re mine.”

“…yours?” gulped Owen. Despite his best efforts, Blake’s body draped over his was having a measurable effect on his body. He tried to sink lower into the leather seat, but there was no doubt she could feel his swelling erection pressing into her Lulu Lemons.

“Her name is Lana. She’s a Freshman in college. We dated for two months. And then she dumped me.” hissed Blake. “No one dumps me.” Blake clenched her butt cheeks for emphasis, gripping Owen’s bulging corduroys.

“Y-you want me to steal them back for you?”

“Obviously.” Blake pondered for a long moment. “No. Wait. That’s too easy.” Owen could almost feel the wicked smile creep across her face. “You’re going to make her give them to me. Willingly.”

“But-but how?” Owen stammered. For him, making a woman’s clothes fall off was easy. Convincing her to take them off was practically impossible!

“I know Lana. I know her body. Maybe better than she does,” Blake hummed. “She likes flashing that cute ass of hers, making all the high school boys hard. But it gets her wet too. She’d get off shift, and she would be horny as hell.”

Owen was trying to follow her, but the naked small of her back, exposed by her cropped sweatshirt, was just inches from his nose.

“She’s about 2 hours into her shift. Safe to say she’s already a little moist.” Blake continued. “Let’s help her along.”

“O-okay. But I don’t know what to do.” Owen whimpered.

Blake laughed. “Considered this a little practical Sex Education. Free of charge.” Blake leaned forward over the steering wheel, arching her back. Owen could see the two little dimples in the small of her back. “Lana has very sensitive nipples. Let’s get that bra off of her.”

Now, Owen could have just used his telekinetic powers to tear the bra right of off poor Lana. Shredding her uniform and leaving her instantly topless at a diner full of teenagers. He could do that, he knew Blake expected a little more finesse.

That said, he also needed to work quickly. The pressure and warmth of Blake’s ass was driving him mad. And while it was easy (and fun!) to simply slide a pair of panties down a woman’s legs, bras required a bit more skill.

With the barest flick of his telekinesis, he popped open the top button of her uniform as she zipped around the parking lot. Then the next button, exposing a matching black bra. Lana rolled along, hoisting a tray of burgers, unaware of her gaping uniform. 

As she did her signature bend-at-the-waist lean to set the burgers down, Owen unhooked Lana’s bra. Then, before the poor waitress could realize what was happening, Owen ripped both shoulder straps.

The flash in her eyes showed that Lana knew something was amiss, but before she could even straighten up, her broken bra tumbled out of her uniform to the blacktop.

Quick as a flash, Lana snatched up her bra, abandoned her customer and fled to the ladies room. Her bra unsalvageable, she emerged minutes later. Lana’s uniform was buttoned back up, but her pointed b-cup breasts quivering and jiggling. 

Blake purred in approval, rolling her hips. Owen was officially at full mast, and he was terrified the domineering blonde was going to lash out at him for it. If she noticed the enthusiastic erection nuzzling between her butt cheeks, she was clearly more interested in Lana’s predicament.

“Look at her, that slut” Blake said. “Her face is all flushed. I bet she’s already a soaking wet mess down there.”

“W-what should I do now” Owen squeaked.

“Hmmm…” Blake pondered. “Can you, like, touch her? With your mind? Like it was your hands?”

“Well, yeah” said Owen. “But she’ll feel me doing it.”

“That’s the point, stupid.” Blake grinned. “Just imagine your hands on her legs. Your fingertips touching the inside part of her knees.”

Owen watched Lana, racing around to catch up with her customers, but trying to not jiggle her breasts too much. He imagined his hands sliding over her calves, to her knees. 

Lana spun around, nearly falling. Looking for the dirty old bastard that just copped a feel. But there was nothing…

Blake cackled maliciously. “Keep going…”

Lana brushed at her legs, trying to swipe away the invisible molester, but to no avail. 

“Go higher” Blake commanded. “Lightly. Like you’re trying to tickle her. She likes being tickled.”

Owen’s invisible hands slide along the outside of her tanned thighs, circling around to the inside. Lana lifted the hem of her skirt, gazing in complete bewilderment; there was nothing but goose bumps on her legs.

Owen was struggling with a bump of his own. Between Lana’s smooth legs and Blake’s yoga pants, Owen’s excitement had become irrepressible. He squirmed to find a position that didn’t drive his bulging trousers directly into Blake’s ass, to little success. If she noticed his situation, she didn’t care. Or more likely, merely thought it funny.

“Look at her tits!” laughed Blake.  Lana’s nipples had stiffened into firm nubs, poking through her thin uniform. “Her nipples are crazy sensitive. I once made her cum, right in Starbucks, just by playing with her nipples.”

The mental image of Blake and Lana snuggling on a couch in Starbucks, Blake’s hand discretely up Lana’s sweater, deftly teasing Lana’s nipple… was making Owen’s head swim. And his power’s stray.

Lana steadied herself against a wall, arms crisscrossed over her chest. Her knees wobbled and face flushed.

“Are you doing that? Naughty boy!” Blake twisted around to look at Owen. “Want to know what her nipple feels like in your mouth?”

Blake raised her hand and popped her pinkie into Owen’s mouth. 

“Just like that,” she said. “Give it a little nibble.”

Owen obeyed, gently biting the slender pinkie probing his lips.

Lana shrieked, cupping her tits! 

“Ohh, look at that! She likes it!!” Blake purred. Suddenly aware of the tawdry scene she was making, Lana crossed her arms, but unwittingly popped a button loose, exposing a soft valley of cleavage. Lana’s lips were swollen with excitement, her cheeks flushed and glistening.

Blake probed her pinkie a little deeper. Owen dared to give it a little suck.

A pornographic moan escaped from Lana before she covered her own mouth. She wobbled dangerously on the skates, and squatted down on her haunches to steady herself.

From their angle, Owen and Blake had a perfect view up her skirt, at the black silk panties.

“Oh, I think she is good and ready” said Blake. “Time to finish her off.” She removed her hand from Owen’s mouth and took his hand in hers. Owen was feeling as flustered as Lana, well aware of Blake and her thin yoga pants wriggling against him.

“You ever touched a pussy, Owen?” He croaked out a “no.”

“Lana has a very pretty one. She keeps it shaved, so it feels like this…” She pressed his fingertips to her slick, pouting lips, tracing the soft folds.

Lana dropped to her knees, panting. She tried- and failed – to hide her building arousal.

“Right now Lana’s pussy is as wet as my mouth. Wetter, even.” Blake continued. “She’s making my panties a soaking wet mess right now.” 

Blake rocked her hips back and forth against Owen. Her yoga pants had tugged down even further, exposing the swells of her tanned ass cheeks and crack.

Lana shivered, her pert, braless tits nearly spilling out of her uniform. Almost subconsciously, Owen flicked open another button. Lana was blissfully distracted as her excited nipples peeked in and out of view.

Another waitress rolled over to check on Lana. Lana put on a good show of composure, although the waitress obviously pointed out Lana’s exposed tits. Lana fumbled to re-button her uniform, and her coworker skated on.

Blake spread her legs, wrapping them around Owen’s. He could feel the heat and humidity of her pussy, the bulb of her labia stroking against the crotch of his trousers.

“Now, between Lana’s lips,” continued Blake, in a teacher-like tone, “is her clitoris. Can you say clitoris?”

“Clitoris” Owen gasped.

“Very good. And the clitoris feels like this…” Blake stuck out just the tip of her tongue, and guided Owen’s fingers over it. Lana shuddered, arching her back and spreading her knees. 

Blake flicked and pressed his fingers over her tongue, finally guiding his thumb and forefinger to give it a little pinch. In response, Lana trembled and spasmed, her face frozen in a beautiful, silent scream.  A final jiggling quake through her body and then she slumped over a sweaty mess.

Blake reclined against Owen, relaxing. “Congratulations. You just made a girl cum.”

“BLAKE--?”

Lana locked eyes on her former lover, and wobbled back on to her skates. “Blake, is that you?”

“Oh shit.” Blake said. She scrambled to roll up the window, but it was too late. Lana rolled up to the Escalade, her bangs still sweat-plastered to her rosy cheeks. 

“I told you not come here. Are you stalking me?” Lana demanded, wiping the sweat from her cheeks.

“Please. I stopped by for a snack.” Blake replied. “BUT… I couldn’t help but notice you’re still wearing my panties.”

“I am not!”

“Then show me your panties.” Blake demand.

“NO.” Lana balked. “I’m not lifting up my dress, pervert.”

Blake gave Owen’s hand a little squeeze, and Owen understood.

Lana’s uniform flew up, as if caught by a breeze, exposing her silk panties. Her obviously soaking wet silk panties. Lana shrieked and yanked down her hem.

“Awww, but they’re all wet now. What have you been doing in my panties, Lana” Blake teased.

“Shut up, Blake.”

“I know what you just did, Lana. I know what your “O Face” looks like.”

“Shut up, Blake!”

“Want to know a secret?” Blake whispered. She leaned out the window of the SUV, and for the first time, Owen could see that her white yoga pants were also soaking wet. “I made you cum just now.”

“Bullshit.”

“Oh? Bullshit?” Blake mused. “What happened to your bra?”

“N-nothing…” Lana crossed her arms, shielding her stiff nipples from Blake’s leering view.

“Let me see those tits.”

“NO you perv-“

“Tits. Now. Or I will rip that dress right off of you and make you cum like a slut. Again. Right here. In front of everyone.” Blake grinned. The rosy flush drained from Lana’s cheeks.

Blake snapped her fingers and Owen obeyed.

Lana’s uniform BURST open, right down the buttons, to the hem of her skirt. Her breasts sprang free into the bright sunlight. The remains of her apron slithered down her hips to the ground.

“See? Those are my panties,” Blake said. “But you got them all wet, Lana.”

Lana SCREAMED. Silence fell over the diner. All eyes turned on her.

She fumbled her uniform closed and turned to flee… but her skates could find no traction. Lana kicked and kicked, but her skates slid uselessly against the blacktop. It was her uniform- the hem seemed caught in mid-air, as if in some invisible snare.

“I want my panties back, Lana.”

Lana tugged and tugged at the phantasmal force snagging her uniform, but the dilemma became clear- stay and suffering Blake’s supernatural whims, or strip her dress and escape. The dress slipped from her shoulders. Covering her tits AND her panties was becoming increasing difficult.

“Give me my panties, Lana.”

“How… how are you doing this?!” Lana panted.

Blake grinded her hips into Owen, pressing against his painful erection. Her yoga pants had ridden down so far her bare ass was rubbing against his fly. 

The effect was beautifully agonizing, sending Owen’s brain into an intoxicated spin. That, in turn, sent psychic shockwaves out to Lana, who was feeling a rhythmic, throbbing pressure against her black silk panties. A dry hump, were she not so wet and slippery.

“You’re always super sensitive after you cum, Lana” Blake said, getting short on breath herself. “Your second orgasm is always way bigger than your first. It should be quite a show.”

By now a crowd of wide-eyed gawkers was forming around Lana. Patrons and servers alike were watching Lana writhe and pant, flashing hints of nipple and panty and she wrestled feverishly with her ravaged uniform.

“Lana?! What are you doing??”
“What’s wrong with her?”
“Bitch is crazy!”
“Is she… masturbating?”

So captivating was Lana’s unintentional performance, no one seemed to notice the blonde in the SUV giving an enthusiastic lap dance to a nerd just a few feet away.

Lana’s trembling knees gave out, and she melted to the ground- but her uniform remained snagged in midair. The sleeves of her uniform wrenched her arms away from her body, leaving her breasts and panties exposed to the gawking mob. 

All Lana could hide was her face and her expression of humiliating ecstasy. Her panty-clad ass gyrated in sync with Blake’s, faster and faster.

Blake’s yoga pants had rolled down, completely exposing her bare ass as she abused Owen like a sex toy. Delirious with lust, Owen contemplated grabbing two handfuls of Blake’s slapping ass cheeks. But before he could screw up the courage, Blake grabbed his trembling hands and thrust them under her hoodie. 

Two braless breasts filled his eager hands, pert nipples dancing between his fingers. It was the greatest thing Owen had ever felt in his entire life. He squeezed the firm young flesh, Blake and Lana both moaning in response. All fear and restraint lost, he pinched Blake’s tender nipples between his thumbs and forefingers.

Blake and Lana bucked and lurched, sweaty faces agape with shattering pleasure. The two women convulsed together, although many feet apart, and collapsed in sloppy, panting heaps.

Blake shoved away Owen’s hands, his welcome worn out.

Lana’s public humiliation was quickly washing away her sexual intoxication, even as her body still quaked from a second orgasm. Her bewitched uniform seemed to un-hex itself, and dropped down on to her body, recovering an iota of modesty.

“Lana…” Blake huffed. “My panties…. Or should we go… for round three?”

Arms crossed over her tingling breasts, Lana whimpered. She knew she had lost, but her ordeal was not over yet. 

With a gaggle of customers and coworkers watching, she hiked up her ruined uniform, hooked her thumbs into the waistband of the black silk panties and slid them down her hips. The gusset made a lewd, wet noise as it peeled away from her hairless pussy.

Her roller skates made removing the panties awkward, forcing her to splay her sweaty thighs to remove the lingerie. 

Lana wobbled back on to her skates, and sheepishly rolled over to Blake’s SUV. She handed her ex-lover the drenched underwear, to Blake’s sadistic delight, and then fled into the spellbound crowd.

Blake took a moment to savor her sinister victory, before remembering Owen and his erection pressing against her bare ass. She brusquely hiked her yoga pants back into place, opened the SUV door and shoved Owen out.

He crashed to the blacktop, his trousers soaked with Blake’s juices. The crowd of popular kids would have normally found the sweaty nerd and obvious erection a hilarious sight, but Lana was a tough act to follow.

“Bye bye, Owen.” Blake sang. “See you in school!”

She revved the SUV and roared out of her parking spot before Owen could even get to his feet.

His head swimming, his pants drenched, and his balls three shades of blue, Owen fled the scene before he attracted any more attention. He was feeling used and abused, but enthusiastically grateful for the experience.

Still, he thought of Lana’s ordeal, and he was overcome with guilt and regret. Although he was enjoying this whole new prurient experience, Blake had made him a slave to her devious agenda. 

Was being Prom Queen really worth all this?