Charged by Kerri Ann

Hazel, grabbing her ass. 
    I gotta give it to her, she doesn’t even flinch. I’d have given him a fast slap to the cheek, then bounced his face off the table, but not Hazel. She bends down low to speak in his ear. 
    “Kid look, I’m old enough to probably be your mothers’ mom. I bet she was a right ripe peach when she became pregnant with you at sixteen, but she’d have smacked you across the face faster than you can speak your own name for grabbing me. So I’d get your hands off my ass or you’ll regret it, pumpkin.”
    His friend sitting close hears the conversation, he looks back to see where his friend’s grubby mitts are, then fist pumps him and their other teammates before yelling out, “taken’ on a cougar!” 
    Without missing a beat, Hazel sets down the tray of dishes on the table behind her, pinches the new kid’s ass cheek with one hand, and grabs his balls hard in the other. He grunts, doubling over on the table. 
    “Sweetie, I’m far from a cougar, and you will use respect when you come to my restaurant. Savvy?” 
    He nods his head in agreement, straining to get words out in his shaky Texan drawl. “I’m sorry ma’am. I don’t know where my manners went. My momma taught me better.” She releases his junk, picks up her tray, and turns back sweetly. 
    “If you need anything else, sugar , just call.” 
    I could work for her no doubt.
    “Um, Hazel? Ryker told me my car is probably gonna cost me a fortune to fix. I’ve been a waitress more than most people my age, and not that I don’t think you can handle the crowd, but I’m sure you could use a break. I just…I could really use the money.” I’m fully enthralled at the balls she obviously possesses, and maybe even a little awestruck.
    I open the door for her and stand to the side before entering back into the cool, air conditioned building. It’s packed inside with rowdy students, frat house kids, and girls with tops that are nearly nonexistent. 
    Hazel puts all the dishes into trays, wipes down her serving platter, then turns to me, sizing me up. I’m used to it. I don’t look like much, and I’m taken for granted a great many times. 
    “Can ya’ make a grasshopper?”
    “Yeah.” 
    “How about Martini’s, Sex on the beach and White Russian?” 
    “I dated a black Russian if that counts,” I quip sarcastically while nodding my head in agreement. “How about a dick’ll do, cosmo, four godfathers, any kind of car bombs, seventeen twist, ten deep—”
    “Got it. You know how to make shooters. That will go a long way here on Friday’s, but can you take an order?” She quickly rhymes off a list of three burger combo’s with various condiments, two drinks, a salad — dressing on the side — and three different deserts. I take her note pad, write it in short form for the cook and recite it back perfectly to her. 
    “K, well as you see, there’s no time like the present.” She turns to the cook window and yells, “Gus, this is Kate. She’s gonna do some time here. Help her out and don’t be a dick.” He flips her the bird while he tosses a salad deftly; I like him already. 
    “Aprons are behind the counter, over where the dish rags are. Pay is shit, so don’t expect much. Kids’ don’t tip neither, so ya’ ain’t gonna get rich. Won’t be more than a few bucks by days end.” I nod my agreement and smile as I put my bag behind the counter.
    While Hazel leaves me to go tend some other tables I grab an apron and get to work.

 
     
    Ryker
     
    J ack did bust my balls about the girl. For about an hour straight, he told me how much of a pussy I was for letting a piece of ass get to me. My cock was still a semi by the time I walked back into the shop and over to the cherry red Cobra. I knew she was gonna be trouble for me. Hell, I was fully immersed in those eyes from the second she turned my way. Tipping her chin up so she’d look directly at me, I’d become mesmerized by the golden hue surrounding