All Black Waitress Outfit Novels & Stories

I did not bother to throw the trash and just let it fall down on the ground. The hell I care about with these trashes. Thankfully, my waitress uniform did not get dirty. I put my uniform out and looked at it. It was a black mini skirt just two inches below my butt, which would be a hell if I leaned forward. Paired with the black tube top and high pump heels. With these kinds of I looked myself in the mirror. My reflection was a spitting image of my mother. I chuckled a little to myself. I looked good but I was really uncomfortable with this. I turned around to check if there was something wrong.

Alex P. O. V When she began to pick the glasses while looking down. I could not see her face but I felt something familiar as if I had seen her before. Her face was covered in a mask and she was wearing what most of the waitresses were wearing . The waitress dress looked like those costumes from Playboy magazine.Red colour closet dress with high net stockings, five inch blood red colour hell and a bunny ears on her head. The auburn hair of hers was descending down in some loose curls.

Seated in a deuce booth by the window, a waitress who looked younger than them approached Una and Liezel’s table. Liezel glanced up at the waitress and ordered their usual breakfast combo. “The usual?” the waitress asked. It was obvious that she was new. With her shiny straight black hair, copper skin, and youthful grin, she easily stood out from the rest of the other three waitresses at the café who looked like they were near their retirement.

I get up from my seat to get a glass of alcohol, I know I've been drinking alcohol but like I said it is the only thing a man needs to sort out himself. " You want some drink?" A female waitress, bring the exact alcohol I was about to go fetch. As I take the glass from her. I suddenly scan her up to down... She has a black mask above the bridge of her nose..her legs are familiar, smooth and clean... I can't see her hair because she has a cap on. She retreated..as she walk, I begin to see the colour of her pant. She looks hot like a slut but she is just a waitress.

They both seem to know each other since they both were still too shock to speak and they probably forgot I was even sitting here. I took that advantage and looked at the waitress properly. She was 5ft something, dark black hair that was curled up and put into a messy bun, she wore these really short clothes that hardly covered anything but it did bring out her curves and figure. She was almost fit to be a model.

ALESSIA POV After Nancy left the house, I received an urgent call from my place of work to stand in for one of the workers. I was so tired earlier but I have no choice than to stand in for her. Getting to the restaurant, It was quite rowdy and busy, I changed into my waiter's clothe and started taking orders. Shortly, Some men arrived into the restaurant, They were dressed in black and put on their black shades but removed it the moment they arrived into the restaurant. I recognized them immediately,The strange man who came the other day to have tea. I gulped down nothing as he walked towards me.

I count four people—three men and one woman. “The one in the black shirt,” Christie says, before picking up her loaded tray and disappearing. I roll my eyes and turn back to the bar. They are all wearing black. You know what? I could use a little restroom break. Leah, another one of my fellow waitresses, shows up, and I turn to her. “I need to rush to the ladies, keep an eye on my tables, please?” “Hurry,” she tells me before listing her orders to Jim. “Thanks,” I tell her before heading for the back.

Since they weren't the patient type, waiting could provoke them. Tonight's dress code was a waitress’ outfit. I was clad in a black waitress uniform that had a corset. A white apron was tied to my waist, and a black choker was fixed on my neck. Below the mini gown, a short flare that looked like a skirt. It was attached below the corset. Some tiny white lace designs were wired around it to give it a goth appearance, except that it was in a sexy way. My hair was fanned above my shoulder, and a black ribbon was used to hold it in place. My thighs were partially covered in see-through net pop-socks, and a black high heel was worn to compliment the dress.

I wanted more privacy, and the bar wasn’t going to cut it. Looking around, I didn’t see her come back out. I assumed she was collecting herself in the back. “Can I get you anything, sir?” Another, much older waitress walked up to me. Their pink and white plaid uniform did little to hide just how big her stomach was. Fucking humans. “Coffee, black, please. Is that other waitress okay?” She looked towards the back. Her frizzy black spiral curly hair almost blocked her name tag. Carol. Go figure. “I think she is okay, but I’ll have her come out and say hello.”

Their heavy makeup accentuates their allure, their every move enticing and flirtatious. As Adam and I approach, the waitress standing before us freezes momentarily, her eyes widening at the intensity of our dark aura. Sensing her hesitation, another waitress, bolder and more audacious, swiftly steps in, pushing her aside with a smirk. She looks directly at us, undeterred by our cold facade, and playfully comments on our dashing and handsome appearance, urging us to shed our gloom.