Rosalie Somers walked back into the stock room with the large salad container like she had always done for the last four years. It was almost closing time, and she was, like always the closing waitress at Bob’s Diner just off the main highway near Ridgeville, South Carolina.

She smiled at the Stephens Brothers, Duane and Nathan, the two men who had spent the last five hours of that Friday fixing the compressor of the walk in freezer that was located in the corner of the stock room. Each time in those five hours that she had clicked her waitress shoes into the room, the two large black men watched her every movement with lust until she got what she needed and puttered out.

The dark orange waitress uniform that she wore was cut just about halfway up the thigh, and Rosalie’s legs were very shapely and pleasing to the eyes. Her ass and boobs were also well framed and both gave just the right jiggle as she effortlessly moved about. At 5’6” and 129 pounds, the 36-27-38 sexy 25-year-old food server with the long dark brown hair had been holding the brothers’ cocks at attention all day. Normally it didn’t take over five hours to fix a compressor, but the men were plenty distracted.

The two brothers were huge. Duane, 30, at 6’3” 225 was very fit and the older of the two. Nathan was bigger though at 6’5” 239, and only two years younger. They looked more like they belonged on a football field than they did in blue workmen overalls.

Nathan: “Damn man! That bitch is bangin’. My dick is gonna burst if I don’t get a piece of dat.”

Duane: “I know what ya mean yo. She smells great too. Her little white ass probably never been around no black snake before though.”

Nathan: “All the better my brother. All them little white dicks; that pussy’s got to be tighter than a frog’s ass.”

Duane: “Nigga yous crazy. Ain’t no white girl that looks like that gonna fuck ugly ass niggas like us.”

The two brothers laughed together as they continued working. Just then the cook Frankie walked in and came to the doorway of the freezer.

Frankie: “We close in about 25 minutes. You boys just about done?”

Duane stood up and put his hands into the back pockets of his overalls. He hoped that what they were just talking about wasn’t overheard.

Duane: “Mister Walsh, we’re sorry about the long hours on this one. The compressor is in a very precarious place. We’ll only charge you for four hours labor and parts, but we might have to come back Monday though and finish up.”

Frankie: “Monday? I can’t have that freezer off all weekend. You seen how hot it is today. All the shit in there will spoil. Bob Turner would be fucking pissed if we lost all of that stock. How much longer would it take to finish up tonight?”

Duane: “We just need about two more hours, but you’re closing in twenty five.”

Frankie: “Only two more hours huh? All right hold on. Rosalie! Can you come in here a minute?”

Duane and Nathan looked at each other not knowing why he was calling the object of their lust and the reason why they were not finished in the first place. After about fifteen seconds Rosalie appeared.

Rosalie: “What’s up Frankie?”

Frankie: “These two say they need a couple of more hours. Can you stay until they’re done? I’ll make sure you get two hours double time. I’d do it myself but Caroline’s been bitching at me for coming home late. I promised I’d be on time tonight and she’s going to cook something special.”

Rosalie: “Well, I did have a date with Mark tonight, but I guess I can blow it off if you’re going to pay me double. Sure. I’ll stay till they’re done and lock up.”

Duane and Nathan stood there in shock as this exchange went down. Were they seriously going to be left alone with this cute little white waitress in this diner in the middle of nowhere off the highway?

Rosalie: “Oh wait! Mark was supposed to pick me up. If I stay, how am I going to get home?”

Before anyone could say anything else Nathan thought quickly.

Nathan: “Looky here Sweetie. I suppose my brother and I could drive you home in our van when we finish if you’d like? That is if you don’t mind?”

Rosalie was uneasy. She lived with her parents in an all white suburb. How would it look if she were seen being driven home by two very large black men? How would she explain it to her Father if he had somehow saw? As she contemplated it all in her head Frankie made the decision for her before she could object.

Frankie: “Great! So it’s settled. Here are the keys. If you don’t mind I’m going to knock off now and hit the flower shop before it closes. Caroline won’t know what hit her.”

Frankie removed his apron after handing the keys to a shocked Rosalie and grabbed his coat. He was then quickly out the door and they heard him drive off. Rosalie looked at the keys in her hand and then looked up at the two brothers. Both were smiling at her.

Rosalie: “Ok guys, I’m gonna go lock up and finish cleaning. You need anything just let me know.”

With that she went to the front of the diner. Nathan looked at his brother who was still standing there with his hands in his back pockets.

Nathan: “Hey D, remember that time you knocked the pin out of the freezer door at the Capon Hotel last summer?”

Duane: “What? Yeah I remember that. Why would you bring that shit up now?”

Nathan: “Remember we thought we were locked in? Remember? Well this door over here is the same type like that one was.”

The door he was speaking of was the one for the overall stock room. Back in the day, the whole room had been one big walk in freezer. Before it was a diner, the building was an out of the way meat market.

Duane: “Yeah. So.”

Nathan: “It sure was hot today. Shit, it’s been worse in here all day. I bet it could get hotter if we shut that door.”

Duane: “Nigga what the…”

Nathan: “Nah man listen I bet if we can get this bitch to think we’re all locked in we could eventually get some of that pussy.”

Duane: “Get your mother fucking horny black ass over here and let’s finish fixing this compressor.”

Nathan: “Right! We fix the compressor first. Then we get some of dat pussy.”

Duane: “Listen, you ain’t gonna fuck this shit up! I won’t let you.”

Nathan: “Now come on D. I know you wanna fuck this little white bitch just as much as I do.”

Duane: “Sure! I wouldn’t mind getting some, but I ain’t about to go to mother fucking jail tonight.”

Nathan: “Jail? Ain’t nobody even trying to go to jail. Man you worry too much! You just leave everything to me Bro. We gonna get some tight white pussy tonight!”

Duane shook his head and laughed to himself. He knew what his little brother was thinking and even though he liked the idea, he wanted to finish the job and make sure they secured their money. Their Father Henry had started this little refrigeration repair company back in the 60’s. When he died two years ago in 1979, he left the company to his two sons.