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HIS PRIVATE STRIPPER {He owns Her} Chapter one. Amy's Eatery;; 5:30pm Jasmine walked into the kitchen ready to take the last order. “Some Collard greens” She said to the chef who quickly fixed the dishes. She walked back, serving the dish. She could feel the gaze from the man. Furthermore, she's just a common waitress, for crying out loud. Can't they just keep their lustful eyes to themselves? But she can't really blame them, but this silly uniform that clings to her body so tightly, bringing out her curves.

"He was talking to her and it looked like they were getting back together." Jocelyn scoffed. "You don't know that-." "She's Abby's mother. If they can get back together for her sake, then who am I to stand in their way?" "Hello!" the waitress approached. Her name tag said Sandy. Kiki thought that she must be a new night shift waitress. "What can I get you to drink?" "Hot cocoa for me," Jocelyn replied, and then raised her eyebrows at Kiki. "The same, please."

120pounds ma" The fair waitress replied "Here"she hands her the money and walked out of the hotel to her car then slowly she drives home ©opyrightes Reserved

Zira woke up abruptly, pushing Ixora's hand away in a panic. "It's me. It's Ma'am Ixora," Ixora reassured her when Zira appeared disoriented. "Ma'am Ixora?" Zira asked, then her eyes focused on Ixora's face. "Yes." "I'm sorry, ma'am." "It's alright. Come on, I'll walk you to your room." . . . "Here you go, ma'am," Cherry looked up, unsurprised that it was another waitress delivering their food. This one avoided eye contact with her and didn't glance at Jake either, focusing entirely on the table as if it were an alien to be studied. Smart waitress.

Considering how smoking hot Naomi looks, she only had to work at the bar for a few months before getting promoted to serve only the wealthy man that comes to the bar. Naomi served as a waitress but got hot tips and stuff as a stripper. She made her way through slaying her body around, she didn't care all she wanted was to make money even if it meant selling her body cheap to wealthy men. She went on and on with the job, she became a favorite to most of the men.

She nodded and began to think that she knew where this was headed. "First, thank you so much for filling in the other day for Kimber's section," Tracy said. "From what Kara told us, you did an outstanding job and there weren't any incidents." Bill nodded. "It's important, especially in those two sections where we allow the girls to go topless, that the waitress knows how to flirt just enough to keep the people happy, but not provoke any unwanted behavior." She nodded. "Thank you," she said. "I appreciate that."

she said as matter of fact and shruggled . There was long silence, before Janet broke it again, "Since your broke ass decided to lose two golden chances in a row,What are you going to do now huh!" "What are you going to do now broke ass"she asked with a Stern look "I really don't know" Aria replied looking clueless. "Poor thing,anyway I got some tips from one of our customer yesterday"She started saying, "About what" Aria jumped in anxiously "That Era international hotel is recruiting waitress,if you don't mind"she said quietly

She winked before signaling for the server. "Good afternoon, my name's Viktoria, is there anything I can start you ladies off with?" The waitress spoke. I looked up from my menu only to be taken back to prom, it was her. The mousy brown-haired girl I saw Karter kissing all over and for a second I almost lost it. I was staring down, the short, petite, brown-eyed, freckle-faced girl here, in my favorite restaurant. My nightmare had come out of my head, the daydream that would keep me awake at night had escaped my mind and was standing a few feet from me.

I wanted more privacy, and the bar wasn’t going to cut it. Looking around, I didn’t see her come back out. I assumed she was collecting herself in the back. “Can I get you anything, sir?” Another, much older waitress walked up to me. Their pink and white plaid uniform did little to hide just how big her stomach was. Fucking humans. “Coffee, black, please. Is that other waitress okay?” She looked towards the back. Her frizzy black spiral curly hair almost blocked her name tag. Carol. Go figure. “I think she is okay, but I’ll have her come out and say hello.”

the waitress asked, tapping her pen against the notepad. “A cheeseburger, medium rare, curly fries, and a chocolate milkshake,” he said, smiling his most charming smile. The waitress simpered and batted her lashes at him. From the periphery of his gaze, he saw Keyah giving him a side-eye. It was so easy to annoy her. “You got it, handsome,” the waitress said with a flirty smile before turning her attention to Keyah. “And you?” “I’ll have a cheeseburger and a coke.” “So, Keyah Wilson. Where were you born?”