All Black Waitress Outfit Novels & Stories

Letting out a growl, I down my drink and then snap my fingers and wait until a waitress dressed in a tiny black dress scurries over with expectation on her face. “What can I get for you?” She purrs, leaning down just enough for her tiny breasts to bulge. “Whiskey,” I respond, shoving my empty glass at her. “Now!” “Yes sir.” Giving me a smile, she stands up and slowly begins to move, all the while being sure to shake her ass as if expecting me to watch it.

She leaned back against the backrest and drifted on the warm buzz her feet were giving off. A waitress arrived at their table. She was wearing red and purple rings. She was also wearing form fitting black latex, the impression of her nipple rings visible against the tight surface, complete with a mask exposing her lovely brown eyes and wide full lips, her blond hair sprouting out the back in a ponytail. Ben hoped she didn't have to wear that outfit for too long. "Would you care for some drinks?" she asked. "I'd like a bottle of still spring water," Ben said and looked over at the ladies. He didn't know what drink to order for them so he nodded to them.

To my horror, every lady around me was wearing sober outfits whereas mine was extremely exposing compared to them. The ladies sitting opposite me whispered something in each other's ear, pointing at my dress, and they laughed quietly. They were certainly making fun of my outfit. It made me feel very uneasy. A waitress came to serve drinks to us and practically poured herself onto Kevin's lap while rubbing her free hand near his crotch. He got irritated and flew her off like some flies. Something felt off. I noticed my dress was somehow similar to the waitresses who were serving drinks around that area. Some of them were also offering some white powdery thing.

the bartender asked. “She will be the only girl in a black dress in the VIP section,” the caller replied. “Noted,” the bartender replied and returned to the bar to continue serving the customers. His eyes hungrily scanned the people in the section but there was no lady in a black dress anywhere. After an hour, two ladies walked in, Angela and Zora. Angela was wearing a black cocktail dress and Zora was in a dark blue close-fitting straight dress whose length was just up to her thigh. The two were approached by a man who walked them to the bar. The man bought a drink for the two ladies and left with one to the dance floor leaving the lady in the black dress at the bar.

Sia, Diana, and Jayden were seated together. A female waitress placed alcohol before them. She was wearing a short black and white gown that only reached her panties. Her breasts were visible to the eye and her eyebrows were filled with nose rings. She stared seductively at Jayden, who didn’t even give her a response, chuckled, pouring wine into three glasses, though several extra glasses still remained on the table. She gave a quick glance toward the others before she stood and began walking away. "Gay..." Sia teased. Diana frowned, looking at the arrangement. "Do we have visitors? Why more glasses?".

I blurted out, feeling mortified for saying that out loud. Dilan was about to respond, but at that moment a waitress approached the table. She was a stunning woman, dressed in a black uniform so short it left little to the imagination, moving with a calculated sway toward Dilan. She leaned over him to pour the wine, letting her breasts almost brush against my mate's arm as she gave him a smile full of promise.

It was around 12:35 PM so that close friend of Alexandra's thought about grabbing lunch together so we let Alex change into the clothes that her friends brought her from her dorm. You know I never thought someone would look that hot in Honeyspot Heather Black Drawstring Sweatpants, White Button Up Undershirt and Nike mini Swoosh oversized boxy sweatshirt in black "here's your drinks and food" the waitress said putting our food on the table while I was helping her because she is one-handed serving five people "thank you" she said shyly after going back into the kitchen before I could reply with a welcome. Cute. Alexandra Lawrence POV:

I quickly got off his lap and went back to my seat, avoiding eye contact with him "Hmm." We heard someone clear her throat, and my full face was red. We turned to see a waitress walking towards us in a weird way with a tray of wine. My eyes narrowed at the brown-haired lady; she was dressed unlike every other worker here I'd seen. Her skirt was so short I was sure if she bent down to pick something, her entire backside would be on display. Her shirt wasn't buttoned up and looked more petite than her as it was tight and made her boobs pop out. She had flashy and seductive makeup on her face, and she catwalked toward us in her heels, which made her taller. Even in her waitress uniform, I felt

"You can't say things like that to me. Not when we're trapped in a tiny room with you looking like sin in that damn uniform." I glanced down at myself, suddenly remembering the skimpy waitress outfit I was still wearing. The neckline dipped low, revealing the creamy swell of my breasts, while the skirt barely skimmed the tops of my thighs. I looked back up at Christian from beneath my lashes, a slow, wicked smile curving my lips. "What's wrong, Sir? "

There's one thing I don't appreciate as a server in club k. And that thing is our uniform. A sleeveless white buttoned shirt tucked inside a black mid thigh flare skirt and paired with white sneakers. How could someone make waitresses who serve alcohol to men wear short flare skirts? I literally can't bend down to pick anything. Each time I'm dropping anything the customers ordered for, I cautiously bend down a little. This is literally one of the reasons I hate the job. And the other reason, these arrogant men don't even try to hide their disgusting attitudes. They flirt with you when they feel like it.