Beefers: Meals On Wheels

Beefers the sexy steakhouse has been on the backburner for a while with all the other horny restaurants I write for, but I missed this crew. I got back into writing for Jackie with a little effort and remembered loving their designs.

Jackie took a little while to hammer out the details, but I had her look down right away as a metalhead punk-looking girl in a wheelchair. I had a light tone I wanted to keep with her throughout that she’s incredibly competent and reckless, doing what she wants and loving it. Keeping Jackie aggro and vulgar was important to me. I didn’t want her condition to come off as tragic or even negative. It’s just a unique thing about her. So I gave her a muscular issue rather than the obvious “crippled in a tragic accident” story you’d expect from a stunt girl like her and made her capable of doing everything sexual the other girls can do. She’s just extra assertive and mouthy about it.

Throughout all my writing, my main interest has always been in girls that are different; chubby, muscle, goth, etc. Something besides the basic blonde skinny person. Hell, I still think monstergirls are something we’re drawn to out of the same curiosity; just a twist that makes sex (and frankly writing) fresh and new while just seeing what works.

I don’t always write about them, but I adore women living happily with handicaps. Same as different body types in general. They’re more fascinating than they are a fetish. I love to write for them for the fact that I simply CANNOT write them like everyone else; I could write two scenes with the exact same personalities in them, but the fact that one is blind or mute or missing a limb will a some small flavor that will make it more interesting to read/watch for me. I’ll go so far as to say that in the book I’m working on, writing conversations with the main girl and a mute friend who doesn’t know sign language is a blast every time.

That said, it’s sexy waitress time once again!

A rapid drum solo woke Jaqueline Bates from her sleep. She grunted and rolled over, slapping at her phone until it stopped. She sucked up some dried drool and itched a hand through her dark green hair. She had one side shaved close to the skull from neck to the top of her ear, leaving the main mass of it hanging over her head like a curtain for the fuzzy patch. She was slim while in toned shape across her freckled arms and chest, with big blue eyes and some small tits to go with her lean build. She grabbed a half-finished soda from last night and took a swig as she swung her legs over the edge of her bed. It would be the most exercise they would get all day.

Jackie caught the armrest on her wheelchair, swinging around to sit in it wearing nothing but her boxers and one and a half socks. One had been worn down by time or general abuse from her antics. Just like all the ones she’d had over the last ten years, it had “Immortal” caved into the metal of one of the arm rests.

There wasn’t much of a story to her condition. She was wild and reckless by nature, so an isolated muscular condition in her legs wasn’t going to keep her down. If people were going to look, she wanted to give them plenty to look at. She was loud, mouthy, playful, flirty, and daring. And six months ago, Jackie was happy to find out that Beefers (the sexy steak shop up the road from the Target) was not only hiring but was wheelchair accessible.

Jackie threw on a podcast, blasting it through her house and rolling through her morning routine. She lifted some weights, showered with her built-in seating, nearly burned some scrambled eggs on her lowered stove, and ate it while she replied to some online messages and browsed some porn. All while carefully avoiding and feeding Dingus, her dopey golden retriever. He wasn’t even a helper dog: he was just a dumbass and she loved him. She made it a personal point of not needing much help with anything in her life.

She got the text around noon. She yanked on her pants and pulled on an old flannel shirt before she rolled out the door. Eddie and his van were at the sidewalk in moments, the big lug of a coworker getting right out of the driver’s seat.

“Hey, dude,” he greeted cheerily. The brawny guy slapped his hand into Jackie’s and they shared a flexing handshake.

“Hey, man. Ready to fuck up the middle shift?”

Eddie slid open the side door and grabbed Jackie’s handlebars, hoisting her and her seat inside. 

“Yup! And Patty’s off today, so good news for Linda.” 

“I still don’t know what you mean by that,” Linda said dryly. The dark and busty girl was staring calmly out the passenger side window. There was no real spelling out to the calm and logical girl that the blonde Texan had done something so anime as declaring her as her rival. Linda didn’t notice or didn’t care.

“Nevermind,” Jackie dismissed. “Yo, but what if I drift after the van today?”

“Bro! That’d be sick!” Eddie agreed noisily.

“It’s not sick if you lose your license,” Linda scolded quickly. “Or if you slam the brakes and Jackie eats the bumper.”

“She’s right. I’d need like a… cushion or somethin’...” Jackie mused, miming around the front of her wheelchair. Linda glared over her shoulder, getting Eddie’s brawny shoulders to deflate a little.

“If she rides to the side and you do it in the 25 zone by the park, she’d probably be fine,” Eddie’s braided gf conceded. “Maybe on the way home.”

The dumb lug broke back into a huge grin and smacked Jackie on the arm encouragingly. Ed didn’t pull any punches and he was a jocky dudebro to the core. It was why Jackie loved starting shit with him around as the dumb muscle for her dumber ideas.

A short drive later and Eddie hefted her back out of the car. Jackie sped ahead of them and shoulder-checked the door to Beefers open.

“Watch your toes! Gonna be late,” she lied as she wove between Janine and some lunch-time customers. “Somebody cut the brakes. If I go under thirty miles an hour, they’ll make another sequel!”

“Good! The place was gettin’ too quiet with just the good employees around,” Fran snorted. The sturdy milf held up a lazy hand for Jackie to smack on her way past.

“Oh was I too quiet!?” Janine asked eagerly. “Cuz I was playing some early access games last night and let me tell ya-”

The girl stopped in mid-sentence as Xyla threw her a bag of chips. The scrawny cashier gave a quick “Ooh!” and started to stuff them into her mouth. 

“Thank ya, dear,” Fran nodded. “You know how she can get once she gets a’gabbin’.”

The lean dishwasher gave Fran an upward nod before turning up her headphones and vanishing into the kitchen. Jackie passed her on the way back up front. Fran gestured over to a table where a skinny blonde guy sat alone in casual attire.

“Oh my god, Fran,” Jackie scoffed to her. “You’re givin’ me easy money here. Not that I’m complaining.”

“Y’all gonna stall like a pansy or do your job?” Fran pried, barely looking up from her tablet.

“Oh it’s on,” Jackie smirked as she hastily punched in at the register. Fran couldn’t really complain about the girl. She was an eye-catcher for sure, more for her alternative look and loud, playful attitude than anything else. She was confident and active enough that it was really no effort at all to get her to do anything you wanted. You just had to phrase it as a dare or a challenge and she was onboard.

Jackie popped up the front end of her wheelchair and made a sharp turn of her hips to pivot on the spot. She sped across the floor just to suddenly screech to a halt in front of the customer’s table. 

“Hey, dude. Check the menu yet?”

“Yea, I was just settling. Could I get the, uh…”

Jackie’s customer hesitated as he glanced at her. The punky girl raised an eyebrow and jabbed a stinging but harmless punch in his arm.

“No hesitating! Trust your gut and your nut,” she encouraged him firmly.

“Alright! I’ll take the Steak and Shake with an extra 5 dollar deal.”

Jackie jotted down his order. It was a basic combo of fries, steak and a lapdance. She paused and shook her head. 

“Nuh uh. You’ve gotta say it,” she insisted teasingly.

“The 5 Buck Fuck,” he added modestly.

“There you go. Was that so hard?” Jackie asked with a grin. It was a popular item, though the staff liked it just as much as the customers. It was just adding on another sexual act of the server’s choice.

Jackie wheeled up to the edge of his seat, slapping a hand on his thigh.

“C’mon. Whip that fucker out while I drop off your meal ticket and come back to fuck your brains  out,” she ordered bluntly.

“If you say so… I’ve just never… well, not with...” Jackie stared at him with an expectant smile. He finally sighed in surrender. “I’m not gonna hurt you, am I?”

Jackie gave a sharp crow of laughter. “I was gonna ask you the same thing! Don’t worry about it, bud. Let’s just say I’ve got a backup chair in the back if you’ve got trouble walkin’ after.”

Jackie raced to the kitchen and back, sneaking wolfish glances back at her customer. She loved messing with the shy ones. It was why all she had to do was wink at Billy the busboy to get him to blush.

“Alright! Your steaks on the way, so let’s make with the shake.”

Jackie pulled her work shirt off over her head, exposing her perky little freckled tits. She grinned proudly at the staring customer as the green-haired girl leaned her arms on his thigh and flexed her chest, getting her boobs to tighten and bounce in place. It was a trick she’d been thrilled to learn from Fran.

“So what you want me to call you?” Jackie asked as she casually unbuttoned his pants. “I can call you dude or bitch, or you got a name? I get guys who like me calling them ‘bitch’ or ‘daddy’ too, cuz I don’t wanna brag… well, yea I do. But my dirty talk game’s on point.”

“Mark is fine,” the guy answered. He shifted his hips to help her take his pants off, but she recognized a guy who didn’t know what to do with his hands.

“Come on. Help yourself, Marky. We gotta work up that appetite,” Jackie purred.

The handicapable server asserted herself by grabbing Nick by the wrist. She forced his hands on her, burying one into her asymmetrical hair and making the other rub over one of her breasts. She flashed her teeth in a wide grin as she felt his grip tighten, kneading her tit and pulling on her hair.

“Atta boy. Ain’t fun ‘til it hurts,” the dyed ginger purred. She dragged herself and her chair closer so she could wrap her arms around his neck. She leaned in deep enough to kiss him on the mouth, rubbing her hard nipples against his chest before she slid back down. With his dick stiff and leaking, Jackie lowered herself enough that she could press his cock between her tits.

She wasn’t as busty as most of the girls at Beefers, but there was no stopping the girl once she got an idea in her. Jackie pressed her toned chest up against his lower belly, pinning his dick between them as she started to roll her shoulders. She rubbed her breasts up and down his abdomen in a persistent titfuck, grinding more leaking precum across her freckled tits.

“Don’t be shy, Marky,” she teased with her wicked grin staying stuck to her face. She turned her toned arms inward to squeeze her breasts together, their soft flesh creating a tightly hugging passageway for his dick to slip between.

“Shoot that good boy juice all over me. I know a dirty guy like you’s gotta have a thing for the dirty shit. It’s always the shy boys. Too pervy to let everybody know the wild shit you’re jacking off to back at home. Well memorize this moment, my dude. I want you to add me to your spank bank or I’m gonna come and getcha to remind you why this’ the piece you’re gonna get in your life…”

Mark huffed and bucked his hips, holding onto her hair tighter. Jackie gave a low moan as he tugged at her scalp and shot his creamy load between her jugs. It leaked over her smaller rack and stomach, pooling in her lap as she made sure she rubbed the last of it out. She reached between his legs to squeeze his balls just firmly enough to milk a few more drops of his load to fill the space between her freckles.

“Brought your own sauce, did you? Dirty little fucker,” Jackie chuckled. She wiped some of his cum off his dick and licked her finger noisily.

“Oh that was awesome,” Mark sighed as his dick dripped and drooped.

“Well that’s my fiver. Let’s get that shake part out of the way. Make some room for the lapdance.”

“I’m not sure I can handle that right now,” Mark tried to warn, glancing at his softening dick.

“Nah, don’t worry about it. I got this.” Jackie grunted as she grabbed the handles of her wheelchair, boosting herself up on her toned and muscular arms.

“Do you need any-” Mark tried to offer politely but the punky girl ignored him. She planted a hand against the back of his booth seat and pivoted on its weight, planting her ass firmly in his lap with her bit of acrobatics. It was thicker than he’d expected for the otherwise lean girl, plenty round as she showed she clearly had control over her hips. She gyrated her ass against his cock until it started to perk up behind her. She leaned into him, tossing an arm around his neck to steady herself as she yanked off her pants and underwear in one motion. Mark moaned as his hardon started to regrow until it rested firmly between her bare ass cheeks.

“Oh you like that, huh?” Jackie mused knowingly. “You know how many dumbasses I’ve shown up who thought I couldn’t blow their minds? A wheelchair ain’t gonna stop me, cuz I could fuck your brains out with my arms tied behind my back.”

She leaned over the table, resting her taut arms and cummy tits on it. She twerked her ass up and down to bully his dick around, juggling it so that it was spanking against the top of her broad booty. Her legs bounced weakly between his as she leaned on her elbows, boosting herself up enough that his cock brushed past her asshole. Jackie bit her lip excitedly as she bent grabbed one of her ass cheeks and pulled it up to better angle him to get to her pussy.

“Maybe next time, bra,” Jackie purred. “But I’m getting pretty hungry myself. I’ma need you to shove that good shit in there like ya mean it.”

“Oh you like that, huh?” Jackie mused knowingly. “You know how many dumbasses I’ve shown up who thought I couldn’t blow their minds? A wheelchair ain’t gonna stop me, cuz I could fuck your brains out with my arms tied behind my back.”

She leaned over the table, resting her taut arms and cummy tits on it. She twerked her ass up and down to bully his dick around, juggling it so that it was spanking against the top of her broad booty. Her legs bounced weakly between his as she leaned on her elbows, boosting herself up enough that his cock brushed past her asshole. Jackie bit her lip excitedly as she bent grabbed one of her ass cheeks and pulled it up to better angle him to get to her pussy.

“Maybe next time, bra,” Jackie purred. “But I’m getting pretty hungry myself. I’ma need you to shove that that good shit in there like ya mean it.”

She had just started to grind her wet slit over his cockhead, nuzzling its tip between her pussy lips. More comfortable with what she was after, Mark took her by the shoulders and thrust into her hard from behind. Jackie let out a shrill, husky grunt as he bottomed out inside her. She arched her back to push her thick ass against his stomach, pumping hard in time with him as he started to thrust inside her.

“Hell yea, bitch! Fuck that pussy, mother fucker!” Jackie encouraged loudly. “Don’t be a pussy now! Gimme some of that hot fresh dick like you actually know how to keep it up! NNF!”

The green-haired server bit her lip as her nails scraped over the table. Her back muscles visibly tightened and flexed. She was glad to see that her taunting dirty talk was encouraging him to pull and fuck her harder, making her body and booty quake against his cock. Mark sealed the deal when he slid his arms under hers, pulling them up into a full nelson. Her muscled arms made for a solid grip as he suspended her slightly off his lap, fucking her in and out as she was suspended in mid-air.

It had originally been out of convenience that Jackie started liking being lifted during sex, but by now it was a full on kink. Her eyes rolled as her mouth gaped, drooling on the table as she orgasmed over his cock, her lean body quivering in his grip.

“FFFFFuck yea, bitch,” she moaned in a long and vibrating voice. Her hot flood of passion washed over his lap, the last gush of lubricant he needed to finish spurting inside her. Her sensitive pussy tensed around his shaft as she twitched from the deeply penetrating load.

“That’s the good shit,” she sighed as she relaxed her body back against him like he was just another chair. She swayed her hips in a slow motion before she popped them to one side, slipping off his sticky cock. A few more shifts with her makeshift gymnastics as she dropped naked back into her wheelchair.

“I gotta tell ya, I keep comin’ back to this job and it ain’t for the vacation hours,” Jackie laughed as she gathered up her clothes. She reached past his lap to grab her underwear, planting a quick kiss on his cockhead while she was there. Her lips curled into another smile as she tasted their mixed cum.

“I’ll getcha a towel and check on your food,” she said as she firmly patted his thigh. She turned sharply in her chair and rolled towards the kitchen.

“Drive by!” she called curtly, smacking Alexa on the ass as she passed by. The pudgy greeter giggled as her round bottom wobbled around.

“Well somebody’s in a good mood,” she said in her usual cheery tone.

“Why wouldn’t I be?” Jackie asked, leaning back over her seat with another of her wild grins. “I work at a place that lets me fuck the customers and call ‘em a bitch. Plus Eddie’s gonna drag me behind his van after work?”

“I was hoping you’d forget that part,” Linda said dryly as she passed her a towel.

“I only forget important things. The dumb shit’s more fun.”