It's been kinda busy leadin up to Thanksgiving. Seems like everybody and their brother was bookin the bar for a dinner or party, and guess who has to pitch in and clean up after the parties? Yep. Debi Mae Sims does. It's bad enough makin and servin drinks, and puttin up with crude comments and the little feels the drunks always try to get away with, but to have to stick around and clean up afterwards when all I want to do is to go home and put my feet up really sucks the giant wee-wah. And we won't even talk about the tips... or the lack of. I guess everybody is on a budget this year. But here's a tip from me for all you cheapskates out there, and you know who you are. Y'all need to cowboy up and tip your servers, because they're bustin their asses for you and could use the extra money more than a pinch on the ass. For cryin' out loud, I make better tips workin behind the bar than I do when I'm servin, and servin is a lot harder work.
So yesterday, I had just got home from another after party cleanup party, and there's a comment from Ms Sassa in my blog, and when I checked the EW Forum, there was a message for me in there too. She wanted to do a call NOW, if I wanted to have a chance for any of that orgasmic bliss stuff. I had like 5 minutes to get out of my jeans shorts and t-shirt and into some stockings and a nice skirt and top with heels. Then I had to do a quick touchup on my makeup, and brush the confetti out of my hair. Ms Sassa is a real stickler when it comes to having her pets presentable for a call. I'm usually pretty casual, and dress for comfort rather than style, but Ms Sassa isn't havin any of that shit in her wagon. When I call her, I'm dressed feminine or it ain't gonna happen. God forbid I have any stubble on my legs or on my pussy. I was lucky I'd been keepin up with that, because I wouldn't have had time for gettin in the shower and shavin too.
By the time I got finished gettin ready, I was already a half hour late when we finally connected on the call. She wasn't mad at me for bein late, and I think she understood that I was workin, and that's why I couldn't get there as soon as she wanted me there. But then again, Ms Sassa never seems to get mad at me. She doesn't have to. She just tells me in that sweet as molasses Southern drawl that it was too bad I was late because she was plannin on lettin me cum. I whined a little bit, and before I could even get around to beggin her, she changed the subject.
She asked me what I was wearin, and I told her. I had found a cool pair of baby pink pumps with 4 inch heels, and was wearin those, but when I told her, she made me go take them off and wear the red Barbie shoes she likes so much. I almost walked out of them a couple of times on the way back to the phone, because there is almost nuthin holding them on my feet. I had to take tiny little steps just so they'd stay on. Maybe next time I should try some quick dryin epoxy. When I finally got back, Ms Sassa giggled about my problems in the shoes and then told me what she had on her mind.
What she had on her mind was to get me back on the trainin plan she started me on before, but we let slip.
Like I kinda told y'all before, Ms Sassa is not all that excited about how I dress and take care of myself. She wants me to make sure I take time every night to take care of my skin. I'm supposed to get into the habit of makin sure I'm all cleansed and moisurized and stuff. She wants my skin feeling nice and soft for her, and that includes any hair on me that ain't on my head or eyebrows. I've been known to get lazy and let my legs and pussy go for a week or more, but all that is gonna stop. I have to make the time to stay smooth everywhere.
She also wants me to stop dressin and actin like a tomboy. I don't think she means for me to dress like Scarlett O'Hara in the long, super feminine curls and hoop skirts, gliding around with a mint julep in my hand and fannin myself with the other because I can't breathe in the corset, but you never know. Ms Sassa is into those period outfits, and it wouldn't surprise me one little bit.
She told me again that she thinks I should dress more professionally than in jeans and tennis shoes all the time, and that also includes not leavin the house without at least some makeup and perfume on. Hey, I was just thinkin, maybe the tips at work'll get better!
One thing that she's been happy with is the way I've been keepin up with my nails. I've gotta keep em long and pink, even if they make doin things twenty times harder. She says having the nails is a form of bondage, and that makes total sense to me. It makes her laugh to hear me complainin about the way I have trouble typin on the keyboard, but she says I gotta suck it up, because she thinks long nails makes the hands look extra feminine. So what if I can't button my blouse? At least my nails'll look good.
So that was her trainin plan for me goin forward. I hope I didn't forget nuthin. I think she had more ideas for me, but somethin came up and she had to leave, and so that was that for our call. I guess we'll pick it back up when she's ready. In the meantime, no cummies for Debi Mae. Maybe I won't be late next time.
Thanks for takin my call, Ms Sassa! It was a long time overdue, and it was great talking with you in person again. I'm hopin I'll have some slow time at the bar so I can sit back and daydream about things that you might do with me in the future. That's so much more fun than slapping the drunks hands away for my whole shift.
Oh, and I almost forgot. It looks like people have been easin off on their votin. How about if y'all get on the stick and start votin again every 3 hours? In case y'all forgot, I went to the trouble to stick a vote button up at the top of the right sidebar on this page. Just click on it and it'll take ya right to the votin page. Can't get any easier than that, now can it? Let's get Erotic Whispers up to Number 1 again.
See y'all around the chatroom.
debi mae
