Becky Waitress Novels & Stories

They will arrive tomorrow, and she can start gathering evidence. Iris goes up to her room, the knot in her stomach growing. How was she so blind? She locks her door and takes out the dinner Titan’s head Omega, Becky, had packed for her. “You need good food. I make the best in the world,” Becky had declared. She is a sweet, round, wolf-less Omega, with gray hair and a smile that reaches her eyes. If lunch was any indication, Becky really does make the best food. She promised to save Iris a breakfast plate when she returned in the morning for training.

'' Tina exclaimed. A sigh escaped from my lips as I reluctantly headed over to their table to get their orders. My palm started to sweat and shake badly at this time. My wobbly legs took me to them ''Good evening, I'll be your waitress for tonight. What can I get for you?'' I stated in my professional voice trying real hard not to stammer. I looked up and see him staring at me so intently. I feel my body starting to shake and my heart pounding out my chest. His stare is so intense that it can make anyone cower away.

"Becky Das left her workstation without authorization. Deduct her wages as you see fit." Initially, Becky came here to work thinking that she could take the opportunity to move into Peace's house. She wanted the opportunity to create a little something between William and her. Contrary to her expectations, Peace's family turned out to be so poor! Broke b*tch!. Therefore, she called home every day, making up stories about how poor Peace was while complaining about how bad the job Peace introduced to her was. She wanted the entire county to know how poor Peace was and how useless Peace's husband was.

The male server said still smiling like his life depended on smiling. “It's fine, you can leave.” Becky muttered and he left. “That's weird, he is busy acting as if he knew me from somewhere.” Becky thought silently as she continued drinking. She checked the time on her watch, it was a few minutes past ten already. She scanned the crowd for Ann from where she was sitting but couldn't catch a glimpse of her at all. “I shouldn't have believed her, why does she like stressing me too much? Once it's thirty minutes past ten, I am leaving. She can sleep here if she wants to, I won't even bother looking for her.” Becky muttered.

Becky whispered, her eyes wide open “Becky please!Anyway can you imagine, I met him in the lift.” Evania replied, picking up the desk phone and placing the handset to her ear. “This is Elizabeth from management, when do you hope to submit your requisition.” “Is that Elizabeth on the phone?”Becky asked. “Yeah, always nagging and dragging,” Evania mumbled. “If you can't stand Elizabeth, then you can't work here,” Becky teased “The only person I can't stand is a drunk, messy workmate ruining dinner parties,” Evania countered, pulling out a photo album and placing it on top of her table.

She got him water from the fridge, and left him to get ready. While he waited, Danny sipped the glass of sparkling water, and flipped through the pages of a magazine he picked up from her table. He decided to persuade her to have dinner with him after the game, as he would like to ask her questions about her boss. Becky came out fifteen minutes later, dressed in a pink tee shirt and blue jean pants and white sneakers. “Wow you look stunning” Danny said admiring her shapely body.\ “Thank you” Becky said giggling and turned around, preening as she did so.

"You've been fucking her for two days and you don't know her last name? What a bunch of guys you are." Becky stood up and extended her hand. "Becky Stephens, sir. I'm pleased to meet you." I took her hand and looked her over. I had barely seen her when she delivered the pizza and her company uniform hadn't been particularly flattering. Plus, I'll admit I hadn't looked at her face too much when I was sent the video. First of all, it was buried in Lisa's pussy, and I paid altogether too much attention to watching Rhonda fuck her. Julia was right. Becky was cute as a kitten. Shorter than my slaves, maybe 5-4, younger; with the restless energy of her youth. Her plump breasts which from her short

she said, making Mason glance at Agatha, who bowed her head. “Agatha, come with me,” he said, then walked away. Agatha immediately stood and followed him. Becky smirked while Maria scoffed. “Mother, I’m done. I think my dignity will be intact if I stop chasing Mason around. He clearly has a thing for waitresses, not heiresses like me,” Becky said, picking up her Hermes bag. “You promised me, Becky. It’s just a matter of time—he’ll love you,” Maria said. Becky smiled, then hugged her. “I’ll stop by tomorrow,” she said and left.

Becky looks at her boss and tries to hold Anita who stops limping and shoves her hand away. "Leave her. Just make sure she doesn't fall." Adan instructs as they both leave the office. Anita goes to her seat where she attends to customers who want some coffee. She is the waitress of the company, Cherry Bordello. "Anita, you can't work now. The boss has ordered you to take a day's rest. Please let me take you home. He will fire me if I don't do as he said, please." Becky explains to Anita.

But the memory of her chaotic fall replayed in her mind, and a laugh burst out despite herself. “What’s so funny?” Becky asked, her voice rising. “I’m angry!” Diana snapped, but her tirade was interrupted by the sound of Becky’s phone ringing. “It’s my dad,” Becky murmured, answering the call reluctantly. “Becky, where are you right now?” her father demanded. Laughter echoed in the background, followed by her mother’s chastising voice. “This isn’t a laughing matter, Manni,” her mother said. Becky’s heart sank as her father continued, “Of all the places to work, you choose to be a waitress at the annual business summit?”