All Black Waitress Outfit Novels & Stories

The waitress quickly straightened out her clothes before she strode towards the door. She wanted to see if the owner would come in for a meal. At this time, three people stepped out of the car. These three men were dressed in black suits and they were all wearing sunglasses and Bluetooth headsets in their ears. They really looked like bodyguards that were usually seen in a movie. The atmosphere was very solemn at this time. “Gentlemen, may I ask if…” The beautiful waitress rushed forward to greet them immediately. However, the three men did not even bother to look at her and they simply walked straight to Gerald who was busy packing up the food at this time.

Some also had various designs painted on their skin and one bartender had his vest hanging open in such a way that his nipple rings would glow brightly. The VIP area was painted slick black with crystal like trim. Upstairs was a soft pink with black trim. It clicked suddenly that the waitresses in the main area had black shirts with silver writing. The upstairs was black with pink writing and VIP waitresses had black shirts with iridescent writing. He wasn’t sure why he hadn’t noticed that before. Scanning the room again, he saw a very familiar face. Smiling to himself, he left his post for a moment to approach the woman with the rainbow hair.

We walked back inside the restaurant and a waitress came up to us with a notepad and a pan. She was tall with long skinny legs. She had brown eyes, a straight nose, along with her African black curly hair and other features which made her look spectacular. “What would you guys like to have?” She asked. “Mashed potatoes and steak” Allison muttered. The waitress stared at him and smiled as she recognized him. Where’s your lovely wife?” she asked and smiled again. Upon saying that Allison burst out into tears which frightened her, I rubbed his back in an attempt to soothe him.

We ordered T-bone steaks and black forest gateau for lunch before having a nap to prepare ourselves for a busy night. Hours later, the sun set, and we put on our uniforms. Each one consisted of a denim miniskirt that was almost as tiny as its leather belt and a maximizer bra that made my double Ds look like Double Fs. The only thing keeping me from falling out was a white shirt that tied beneath my breasts and exposed my belly. “You have got to be kidding,” I growled. “It’s the same as wearing hot pants and a bra top,” Larissa slipped on a pair of knee-high boots and preened. “Or didn’t they have clothes like that in the seventies?”

A skimpy crop top hugged the upper part of her well enriched frame and her long, beautiful legs which were like a flamingo's, had a jean mini skirt clutching her thighs quite a distance above her knee. She stopped with a scowl and curled her painted toenails inwards when she saw Trisha jugging up to her side. “Do you know what happened here, please?” Trisha asked, panting like a coal train that had carried goods across the Pacific. “What do you mean?” the waitress asked in an odd accent. Trisha's eyes descended to a cheap badge—made of copper, that clung to the waitress' top like a bug. ‘CATHERINE COOPER’ was written on it.

His voice hardened. “You falter once and you're gone.” “I understand.” I said and he nodded toward the hallway. “Uniform’s in the back. Go change.” We stepped out of the office and followed the waitress into the changing room. She tossed a black outfit to me and when I unfolded it, my eyebrows shot up. “This is the uniform?” It was barely more than a dress. The waitress laughed. “What were you expecting? A winter coat?” Another girl smirked from the mirror where she was applying her make up.

she says rolling her eyes getting into her dress. Today we all had to wear white dresses, so Kathy wore bartender's uniform, a white backless dress and white kicks and I wore a white short jumpsuit with a wedge shoe like the rest of the girls. "I'll see you later"she says and leaves the room. I walk to waitress area and I saw Brittany already at work. "Hey you gotta hurry the boss would any here and minute from now. He wouldn't be in a good mood, I feel bad for him right now" she says to me

On the other hand, Mat had walked Aiyana home under the ssnarky orders of the vampire. * * The door opened slowly, letting in two sublime women. Both, a blonde and a brunette, were dressed entirely in black leather and lace and wore thick black glasses. The brunette had pale skin and wore a tight French twist updo. The blonde had ebony black skin contrasted with her long platinum blonde braid. “Welcome to the Crossroad Café! My name is Bianca, and I’m your waitress for today!” the young woman announced cheerfully. The brunette approached with a confident step, slowly removing the gloves that covered her hands. Then, she lowered her sunglasses on her nose and looked at Bianca from underneath.

Otherwise, I don't know how I'd have got away with renting an extra kitchen space. The day goes by without a hitch, but when the time comes, my eyes look coldly at the outfit handed to me by a waitress. "You really do have a problem with your uniforms," I can't hold back a grit between my teeth, lifting the black crop top in the nightclub's colors. "Fluorescent pink bra... classy," I say sarcastically. "Yeah, I know. But, tips are extra," replies the waitress responsible for my express training. "My name is Wini, short for Winifred, but I hate being called by my full name."

That's all I can say about myself. "Mitchell get the hell out of that bathroom" I yelled "Am out already" she said coming out tying a towel on her hair with am the unclad body Pervert "Take this and put it on"I threw her clothes to her a jean trouser and a plain tee Well, that's the uniform although we also have the ID card bearing the name of the cafe. Well we are waitresses or should I say, chefs "Am done"Mitchell said gulping down her coffee at the same time