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Gavin was fuming when he saw the waitress’ behavior. “Leave if you don’t wish to work here any longer, you traitor!” The waitress, who now had 7.5 million dollars in her possession and Javier as her backer, replied very bravely, “You still think you can order me around? I’ve already got 7.5 million dollars right now, so do you think I still want to stay here and be some waitress for you? Go to h*ll, you brainless piece of sh*t!” Gavin was almost about to explode in flames of rage.

I hated to admit that Raphael was right. Maybe she was using me, and I could tell she was playing her cards well. No one worked as a waitress in the vip section without knowing the consequences. Many years when I went there, they assaulted young waitresses, especially the curvy and beautiful ones like her. Only the series waitress served in that section. If she wasn't up to their taste, she would be sent back, and that means trouble for the manager. Once, only robots served the section, but they were destroyed by those horny bastards.

However, he was unexpectedly chatting with another waitress like them today. At the side, everybody was staring at both of them with jealousy. "How could that young man look for just as he comes to the hotel?" The waitress said with annoyance. The manager said lowly, “I’m not sure either. He already reserved a room inside, but he suddenly ran over there to sit. Hey, is the person speaking to him a new waitress here? I haven’t seen her before.” “No, She is Manager Riya's trusted. Manager Riya lets her do whatever she wants and never scolds her when she sits and wastes her time looking at others or sleeping. She even smiles and lets her be, Sometimes Riya insisted that girl rest and sleep well

"We are hiring a waitress for an exclusive dinner party. The salary is 500 dollars per hour. Requirements: - Female - 23-30 years old. - Beautiful. - Have clean and perfectly smooth skin. - Have a Good manner. Contact the number below for more information: 081 xxx xxx xxx xxx" "Crazy. 500 dollars an hour? And just pouring drinks and serving food? This must be a scam. Or if it's not a scam, it must be an advertisement for prostitution under the guise of hiring a waitress. There's no way a job like this would be advertised on a pole anyway." However, Alexa was attracted by the job's huge salary. She was in desperate need of money for her mother's medical bills. So, Alexa called the number in t

Ikaris's voice broke me out of my trans, saying, "I believe my guest had a question for you." The waitress smiled as she turned to me. "Yes," she said smugly. The look in her eyes suggested she was even more annoyed to have been directed to attend to me. I couldn't help but shake my head in disbelief as I gazed at her. "Just wondering if the question I had asked had offended you - simply asking for a recommendation on what to eat at this establishment. However, your reaction was far from what I had expected. In my hometown, it is customary for customers to inquire about the best dishes, and the staff normally will eagerly provide helpful suggestions. Yet, here, it appears that you are more p

Betrayal had a way of overshadowing even the sweetest temptations. “Can I take your order?” I looked up and froze. The waitress, a girl in her early twenties with curly hair tucked under a cap, was staring at me with widening eyes. Her lips parted in a tiny gasp. “Oh my God,” she whispered. “You’re, you’re India Seethal.” Panic surged. I forced a laugh. “I think you’ve mistaken me for..” I tried to make up something “No! No, it’s you! I’ve read all your books. All of them.” Her voice climbed an octave, and she clutched her notepad to her chest like it was a holy relic.

She looked at the waitress who was taking the orders and whispered, “Miss, I am very hungry, but I don’t have any money on me. Can you give me something to eat? I… I will do any manual work. I can wash the dishes and scrub the floor pretty well.” The waitress looked at her and snorted, “Do you think that we are running a charity organization here? If you don’t want to eat, then move aside.” The people who had been waiting in line started to complain. “Miss waitress, is the machine broken? Why is the line not moving? Some of us only have a few minutes before our lunch break is over. Should we go somewhere else?” The waitress smiled in flattery as she calmed the people down, “Guys, please calm

I hope they still do the bottomless brunch I am that hungry this morning. Sitting in a booth a waitress named Alexia and she is unbelievable. She can see Chase’s arm wrapped around Sav’s shoulder and she was still hitting on him saying that she starts her break in forty-five minutes. She didn’t even take our drinks order so that pissed me off so much more. I’m just happy that Sav set her straight and the pair of us went to complain to the manager who said that Alexia will no longer be serving us and will send someone else over to our table immediately. When we got back to our booth a new waiter came over and I must say he looked pretty hot. Sexy brown eyes, jet black hair, a chiseled jawline

She said to the caller and hung up. "How can a waitress be using this kind of phone? It's so expensive" One of them gasped. "You are right, Shirley. This is the latest model I have pestering Ian to get me" Another one said. "Haven't you heard. Most of these waitress are prostitute. They sleep with their customers after working hours. Where else could she have gotten this kind of phone from" the third one made an explanation for herself. Beatrice couldn't talk back at them. After, the customer is always right. It was hard to get this job, she didn't want to loose it.

Abira, one of the waitresses said, tugging her blouse, and making sure it would show her cleavage. “I’m gonna serve him.” Another waitress protested. I frowned and adjusted my wig before putting iced tea and chocolate cookies on a tray and heading out. “Aana…” I paused when my employer called me out and forced me to turn around to face him. “Yes, sir.” “You’ll serve Scott Martinez,” he announced, and my heart leaped into my throat. “I’m occupied, sir,” I replied, my voice raspy. “Abira will take care of your guest,” he said while glancing her way.