When she emerged after half an hour he looked up in time to put his phone away and enjoy watching her walk toward him. Man was she a fox!
When she got in she buckled up without saying anything.
“Well?”
“I’m supposed to work Tuesday and Thursday night.” She glared at him. “Waitressing.”
Malcolm laughed. “I bet they’d’ve hired you as a dancer!”
“I told you, I’m not going to do that. I don’t think I should even do this. I think I’ll call and tell him I changed my mind.”
“Aw, Ma, don’t do that to yourself. You can do better than that old grocery store. Give it a try anyway. You don’t have to quit the grocery, right?”
“No, I guess not.”
“In fact you could keep working there part-time to keep up your seniority? So no reason not to give this a try, right?”
“I suppose not.”
“Aw, Ma, you’re such a knockout you’ll be drowning in tips.”
She smiled at the compliment. Her son could seem pushy at times but he really thought she was Wonder Woman. Eat your heart out, Gail Gadot!
Malcolm drove to the freeway but then failed to get into the lane to exit for their neighborhood. “Malcolm! Here’s our exit!”
“No, Ma, we need to get you new clothes for the job.”
“Heavens! I haven’t earned anything yet and you want me to spend money first!”
“It’ll work out. You can charge the clothes and you’ll get your paycheck before you have to pay the credit card.” Malcolm had convinced her to go paperless and then hacked all her accounts so he knew everything about her finances. She gave him a weekly allowance which he kept in his own account.
“I suppose. I really hate charging things, though.” She had filed for bankruptcy when Malcolm was just four; she’d piled debt upon debt, borrowing from Peter to pay Paul, until she was clearly in way over her head. Since then she only charged an occasional item to keep the credit card active. Amazing that anyone would offer her credit but she’d learned her lesson and always paid the card off in full.
Ordinarily shopping with his mom, and for clothes for her for crying out loud, would rank somewhere below watching asphalt dry on his list of choice activities, but Malcolm was afraid she’d settle for something too plain or conservative. He picked out a bright red dress with a scoop neck, tight waist and hip-hugging skirt that ended an inch or two above the middle of her thighs.
Ginny put it on the in the changing room, then came out to show him. “I don’t know, Malcolm, I…”
“Wow, Ma! You look great!” A guy waiting for his wife gave a soft wolf whistle; the clerk said, “You kill in that dress, girl. Wish I could rock something that hot!”
“She’ll take it. Now try this one, Ma.” He handed her a shimmering blue number with thin, almost translucent fabric. That was also a winner. He made sure she added nylons, high heels, lacy panties and bras.
When they got to checkout she blanched at the total. Turning to Malcolm, she said “It’s too much, dear!”
“Ma!”, he growled. She made the purchase.
On Tuesday while she put in her hours at the grocery he set up the concealed web cams, three in her bedroom, two each in the shower and dressing area. When she got home from work she ate a quick supper of leftovers and then went to her rooms to shower and change. Malcolm used an app on his phone to fire up the cams. He then went to his PC to watch the show as she undressed, showered, shaved her legs (with plenty of pussy in view), dressed and applied her makeup. He’d never seen her naked before; watching her was a lot better than porn!
She emerged from the bedroom; he closed his PC and joined her in the hall. “How do I look? I’m so nervous!”
“Beautiful, Ma, simply beautiful. Relax, you’ll do great! Shall we go?” Malcolm wanted to drive her and pick her up rather than have her going out alone to the parking lot late.
At first she felt pretty jittery but soon she got into the routine and started to feel comfortable. Then a guy pinched her bottom as she left his table. She yelped and later said something to one of the other waitresses, who rolled her eyes and said, “Part of the job, girl. Pinchers usually tip well. Spankers, even better.”
Another woman added, “Wait’ll you get a groper.”
Ginny gasped; “What do you do?”
“Well, you can have them thrown out, or you can let them see what you’ll put up with, and find out how big a tip they leave. Up to you.”
The rest of the night went pretty smoothly, other than a a guy so drunk he couldn’t remember the name of the drink he wanted, and got mad at Ginny for not being able to tell him. The bouncer escorted that one out the door, folded him into a cab and sent him to the address on his driver’s license. Tough luck if it wan’t up to date.
When Malcolm picked her up he asked “How’d you do?” It’d been a long day, working two jobs, but she caught herself before snapping at him — that never helped — and proceeded to count her tips. Adding in her hourly wage, the total was not very impressive, quite a bit less than she could’ve earned working the same hours at the grocery.
“Not too good, I’m afraid.”
“Well it’s your first night and Tuesday is probably one of the slowest, I bet. Good to break you in. I’ll be they’e busier on Thursday.”
“You’re probably right, dear.”
When they got to the house she unbuckled her seat belt and started to open the passenger door, but Malcolm reached over, pulled her to him, gave her a big hug and kiss on the cheek and said, “Proud of you, Ma.”
She squeezed his hand. “Thank you, dear.” She decided she could stick it out a while and see if the job would be a good alternative to the grocery store.
Inside Ginny plopped down on the living room couch and flipped to a reality show; Malcolm headed back to his room. He brought up the video of her from earlier and began selecting shots to post online as teasers on a web cam site. When he heard her come down the hall he grabbed his phone and switched the cams back to record mode. He stroked his cock as he watched her undress and get ready for bed. When she turned out the lights he went back to the earlier video and rubbed himself off.
By Thursday evening he was all set up, with a live web cam feed to a site catering to customers in Asia who paid fees to watch live and archived footage. She had several hundred viewers and Malcolm earned more than twenty bucks — not bad for first time out! He posted a “Be back live after midnight” notice and the audience was even larger for that session.
Friday as usual Malcolm had his role-playing group over. When Ginny got home from work she usually microwaved something for dinner and then spent most of the evening in her room, reading, listening to music or watching TV with headphones on. The group had already been at it since noon or so and would continue until around eleven.
This particular Friday, Ginny went straight to her room and changed out of her work clothes into her tightest pair of jeans and a form-fitting sweater. She touched up her makeup and strolled into the dining room where they had their game set up.
The group usually ordered pizza around dinner time, but she stepped up behind Malcolm, put her hands on his shoulders, kissed the top of his head and said, “I’m thinking lasagna. Anyone else want some?”
A chorus of “Me!” “I’m in!” and such rang out; Malcolm said, “Sure, Ma, that would be bitchin’.”
“OK, then, give me an hour.” She headed to the kitchen; the guys watched her leave, then she overheard snippets like “Man, she’s hot!” and “What a babe!” Malcolm said, “You got that right!” She smiled all over.
With the dining room in use, Ginny put the lasagna, French baguettes, melted garlic butter, salad and styrofoam plates out on the kitchen table. Everyone filled up their plates and took them to the living room where Malcolm had set up TV trays.
The meal was a big hit; Joey took a big bite of lasagna and said, “Fuu…dge, Malcolm, your mom’s a great cook, too!”
Ginny arched her eyebrows; “Too?”
Pete said, “We’ve been telling Malcom how hot you look.”
“Well, thank you boys! Glad you like…everything.” Her eyes sparkled. She hadn’t told Malcolm but several of her customers had asked when she was going to get up on the stage. She wasn’t about to do that but she was feeling carefree and flirtatious.
After dinner — which the guys helped clean up — they resumed their dungeon explorations, but Ginny found various excuses to wander by or watch. This proved a major distraction and they didn’t get as far along on their campaign as expected but no one complained.
That night Malcolm switched on the cams to catch his mom undressing and getting on her night clothes. Her web audience was over a thousand viewers. Many left comments like What a babe! When we gonna see some action? Malcolm had to give that some thought.
Ginny worked that Saturday night. The club was crowded, the drink orders non-stop; she had several pinchers, two spankers (all good tippers) and her first grope, someone squeezing both her butt cheeks from behind. She didn’t see who but someone at that table left a $40 tip.
She stayed until 2 am; her tips were excellent. She earned more than twice what she’d get at the grocery store. She worked Tuesday, Thursday and Saturday nights for several weeks, which was a strain since she was still working full-time during the day, 8 to 4 including usually two of Friday, Saturday or Sunday.
She had enough seniority to have a lot of control over her schedule. It was important to work at least 30 hours a week for the health insurance, but she cut back to only four days a week with only one of Friday, Saturday or Sunday, though since the workweek began on Sunday she sometimes still worked Saturday and Sunday back-to-back. At the club she only worked until 11 pm any time she had hours at the grocery the next day.
Malcolm, meanwhile, announced he’d gotten a job online; he showed her a bogus web page where he purportedly answered customer questions online about some obscure (that is, fictional) products. He told his mom she could quit paying him his allowance and, in fact, he started contributing to the rent. So financially Ginny was doing great. Then more hours opened up at the club and she was able to work 30+ hours there, with benefits, and cut back to only twelve hours a week at the store.
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