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Blue Light Special

Date: 10/7/2015, Categories: Humor, Author: Buz, Rating: 34, Source: LushStories

Duke-Wisconsin game,” Wilbur said as he put out his cigarette and attempted to fan the smoke away. “One day you’re gonna get caught,” fussed Doreen, “As well as bein’ against company policy, there’s a city ordinance against smokin’ in restaurants.” “Fuck that shit!” Wilbur leaned into the grill as he began scraping the grease off with a spatula. Coming through the door, Bugs noticed Wilbur at the grill. “Wilbur, I gotta getcha that twenty-five for the game. How’s next Friday, it’s payday?” “No prob, Bugs,” Wilbur grunted, “I ain’t in no hurry.” “Shit far!” Sarge belted out, “After the way you got waxed on the Michigan State-Kentucky game, I’d think you’d need ole Bugs twenty-five right away.” The sergeant chuckled under his breath. Wilbur seemed irritated. “Who’s cookin’ your food today?” “Just funnin’ witcha, Wilbur.” Sarge nudged Bugs toward a seat at the counter. Wilbur walked through the employee door mumbling under his breath. “We better sit up here, Bugs,” Sarge cornered his eyes toward the employee door in the back. “I hope I didn’t piss ole Wilbur off, but maybe we should keep an eye on his cookin’ anyhow.” The two hefty policeman took seats on counter stools right in front of the grill. “Y’all know Wilbur wouldn’t do nothin’ like that to you fellas,” interjected Doreen, “some Yankees passin’ through maybe, but no way to you boys.” “Would y’all believe we had some Canadians in here the other day?” “Ah, no shit!” Bugs grinned as he eyed the menu. “Yep, they sounded ... like Yankees when they talked, but they was real pale and right friendly.” Doreen leaned over the counter, her low buttoned waitress blouse exposed her very ample cleavage. Both Bugs and the Sarge attempted to discreetly eye her breasts. Doreen smiled. “Canadians, huh? We don’t get too many of them.” Bugs eyes locked uncontrollably onto her cleavage. “I heard unlike Yankees, they’re friendly.” “Y’all like what y’all see?” Doreen, who was in her mid-thirties, wore her bleached blonde hair tall and big. She had always been considered very attractive and though she wasn’t as trim as she used to be, her curvy figure was still considered very sexy. And her breasts were well known and appreciated in town. “Those are nice,” Bugs grinned. The Sarge leaned back, furled his eye brows and stared at Bugs. Doreen straightened up and placed her hands firmly on her hips. “I was talkin’ ‘bout the menu, Bugs!” She was actually quite pleased, since she had meant for them to notice her cleavage to begin with. “Oh! Uh, yeah,” Bugs was obviously startled. “I, uh, I think… yeah, give me the breakfast, All-Star Special with the eggs over easy, bacon and make the hash browns scattered and smothered, and I’ll have sweet tea.” Doreen scribbled on her order pad, turned to the Sarge and smiled as she waited for his order. “An All-Star Special breakfast, too, eggs scrambled well, sausage, and grits instead of hashbrowns, lots of extra butter and give me a coffee, black, no sugar.” “Okay, sweeties.” Doreen ...