All Black Waitress Outfit Novels & Stories

I didn't want anyone walking up to me or recognizing me here at all. Walking slowly in and observing the place, I observed lots of movement, which somehow wasn't chaotic. Everything here spelt class. And then the most unique thing about this place: The masks. Every waitress wore one. Dark, elegant, just enough to hide who they were without hiding what they were there for. Their outfits did the rest, minimal and suggestive. A lot of them clearly went beyond just serving drinks. But I didn't really give a fuck about the waitresses. Barely even looked at them. I just went straight to the bar.

" Tunde answered. "Keep denying it. If you like to say we have nothing in common, I still know I'm your best friend. I’m going to get a bottle of beer and I know you want one also." Caleb said, signaling down to a waitress. A light-skinned waitress who was dressed in a green skirt and a yellow crop top which hung uniquely on her body walked up to their table. She slowly walked seductively to their table with a smirk plastered on her face.

she blushes, looking the dress over. "Have you had time to choose what you'd like?" a waitress asks, stepping next to our table. The logo on her shirt indicating Bob's BBQ is catering the town's event. She's cute with her blonde pixie cut, and black apron. Those cheeks are full of freckles, giving off an innocent allure. "I'll take the lobster," Rae hands her the menu. "Hey sweetheart." I wink at the waitress, and can hear Rae roll her eyes from here. "I think I'll have the pulled pork," I inform, slowly taking my eyes to a pissed off Rae back to a sexy little waitress.

~End of flashback So there I was, serving alcoholic beverages to mostly perverts who undressed women faster with their eyes than they ever could with their hands. Getting up on shaky legs, I opened a locker and retrieved a water bottle. Gobbling down half of it, I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand and placed it back into the locker. My eyes flickered to the exit and I broke into a cold sweat. I wiped my sweaty palms on my short flared red plaid skirt waitresses were supposed to wear, paired with a fitted white dress shirt, repeatedly. I glanced down at the outfit and scrunched up my nose

I have dark raven black hair, green hazel eyes, and just the perfect touch tanned skin. “So, what would you like me to order for you?” “Make mine the seafood, and make sure they make it spicy this time.” “Sure, if you don’t care about your stomach.” I hurry to get wash my hair, so I’ll have the time to blow dry it right after I wash up. After my shower I needed to dry my hair as I brush it to the right style, and carefully do my make up. I hurry to the closet to get my work clothes. It’s a short black leather dress laced in the front of it, and I get the knee-high leather boots on with the ridiculous heel on them. I really don’t like the idea of working at a place like this, but sadly I need

A young lady approached them, she was dressed in the uniform the other waitresses were wearing. “Good evening gentlemen.” She said pulling her blond hair behind her ears. “What will you order?” “Black coffee for me first, no sugar please,” Jake said looking through the menu. “I’ll have iced americano.” Martinez said with a smirk on his face, she wrote the orders down and left them with another infectious smile on her face. “Hey, man,” Martinez called in a small whisper and Jake glanced at him from on top of the menu. “The waitress, doesn’t she kind of remind you of someone?”

The number 8 was on her back with the word Rosa printed on top of it. Ben and his wife was kind enough to allow her, Clara and a few waitresses to wear the uniform and decide on how long or short they want their pants to be but of course, the more skin you show, the more tips you get. Not to mention a sore butt at the end of the shift with these drunkards trying to grope them and even get slapped once or twice.

The office wasn't open Sunday's. The waitress passed my overflowing drinks on a tray, and as I carefully grabbed them, I swivelled my head to walk back to the table noticing a glimpse of the sapphire eyes I couldn't get out my head. Jet black lashes fanning her rosy red, makeup enveloped cheeks; Slick, soft, brunette strands disappearing down her back; Tight dark blue jeans accentuating her beautiful curves; and her tiny frame was slightly taller from her heels. The woman looked as incredible as she did earlier.

Another girl approached her suddenly and handed her a bag before running off. Aaron reckoned that it was the pantry attached to the kitchen area seeing the items there. The girl opened the bag in a rush and pulled out the waitress's uniform. Aaron understood she was one of them. He kept talking on the phone disregarding her movements but His eyes froze the second the girl hurriedly took off her shirt and pants leaving only in her black undergarments. He could see everything clearly because the window was half-open.

Samuel muttered. “Sorry, can I help you?” A waitress asked. She had a red beret that matched her skirt and a black shirt. All the waitresses and waiters wore a similar uniform. It was different to other restaurants but made them look fashionable. “We supposed to meet with Ryan Hoffman,” Caleb responded. “Follow me.” She smiled then walked off. They followed her to a private area where a coloured man sat. He had braided hair and wore a full black Nike tracksuit. He also had a gold batman pendant on a chain around his neck.