Becky Waitress Novels & Stories

After she slid back into her seat he sat down. Samantha waved the waitress over. "I heard, Sam. I'm sorry. This one turned out to be shit too. Better luck next time." "Lucy, do me a favor, bring my rescuer and myself some coffee, would you?" Turning to look at the biker, she quirked an eyebrow in question. "Food, dessert? They have the best cheesecake in town." "Coffee's fine." He said, smiling in a way that seemed to take her breath away.

Beverly grabs the name card on the table and she laughs, showing me what is written on it. “Mr and Mrs Winston.” She reads and I make a mental reminder to give the person in charge a piece of my mind later for the stupid mistake of assuming I was coming to the restaurant with my wife. Thankfully, one of the many waitresses comes to our table to take our order and saves me from the awkwardness of the situation. Beverly orders something. “Would you like a bottle of wine to go with it?” The waitress asks and Beverly just smiles, rubbing her palm over the growing bump of her stomach.

Trey said, his eyes widening. Zane jerked his gaze to the waitress too. She was on the small side; younger than they were, he thought—though he couldn’t be positive. Zane and Trey usually came off as older than their years. This girl had gamine cut blonde hair, big gray eyes, and a mouth so soft and pink it could have been candy. Her Wilde’s Bistro apron made it hard to tell, but he thought her rack was good. “I’m Rebecca,” she said. “If you like, I can tell you the specials.” “Please,” Trey said, like it was really important.

Mama is waiting for the boy, while Tonia is waiting for mama. Tonia suddenly became hungry, so she went out to get any local food available. As she stepped out, she ran into Becky. Becky is also a tenant in the building, she lives in the first room. The compound has two bathrooms and a toilet with one kitchen. Becky is the troublemaker of the compound and she sleeps at home in the morning and dolls herself up in the evening for work. She claimed to be working with a security agent but people said otherwise. They always addressed her as a social worker. She sometimes brings to the house different men and she will tell the neighbors that they are colleagues at work.

It was my little routine and I enjoyed it. I ordered my usual and went to take a seat at the table to wait. Since I came in here every morning, the staff knew me now. I just sat, scrolling through my phone. Another little daily ritual thing I did was g****e if there were any new news articles about missing women or body discoveries around the town or even state. I like to be on top of things, but so far, nothing. Good. ‘Here you go, Mr Smith’. Becky, one of the employees who wasn’t so subtle about her attraction, brought me my order. I thanked her and she left again, a little deflated. I wasn’t interested.

His attention was on his phone as the waitress approached us. “Hi, what would you want me to get you?” Her eyes flickered to Evans and a blush crept up her cheeks. “What about you? What do you want?” She asked Evans. “I want water for now, you can take their orders first.” “Clean or sparkling?” She inquired “Clean please.” She giggled and walked away. “Mimi!” “Jeez Becca, do you want to blow my drums out?” “I've been calling you and you've unlived the waitress with your eyes.”

“Becky, please don't do it you wouldn't like the actions you are going to receive from me please I am begging you and dinner will forever go to safe or was revealing you who's so there please take care of us I'll compensate you with any amount you want we have the money we can set to all “And who the fuck needs your money? to hell with your money! I don't need it, all I want is you, I've done everything possible to make sure I please you for the“I am pissed, I have to make my admissions. I am really pissed!” At this point I didn't know what to do. I realized I was in the middle of some big shit and ended up dealing with it as soon as possible before it escalated. Becky was willing to draw th

she states with a soft blush. “You know I love Donna’s pot roast,” he says with a friendly wink. “Got it,” she giggles, writing his order down and looking over at me. “And you sir?” “I’ll take the same,” I smile, because I can’t help myself from smiling at this sweet girl in front of me. “Right! It’ll be a minute. I’ll bring you out your waters. Becky got busy,” she smiles at us before turning away and heading back to the kitchen.

not that I was forty yet. We made plans for Friday night, and when the waitress came, Beck took the check. I watched her as she eyed me, her perfectly stained lips pursed seductively as she glanced at me from beneath heavy lids. I'd given many a man that same glance. Beck wanted me. She had paid the tab and invited me to dinner at her place.

Sophia just wanted to leave his presence. Becky was her saving grace; she was the most popular employee at the restaurant, and the men rarely questioned anything she said. They always danced to her tune. "Chef Bob, we need help in the back. Can Sophia go back to work? We have a backlog, and I really don't want the manager to question me," Becky said.