Waiter Finger Curls Novels & Stories

I froze, my whole body tensed as Alaric continued to move his fingers under the table. "Would you like coffee with your cake, miss?" the waiter asked. I couldn't speak. I just nodded quickly, my hand gripping the edge of the table so hard my knuckles were white. Alaric didn't pull away. In fact, he pushed two fingers inside me, moving them in a slow, deep rhythm that made my breath hitch. "She’ll have the coffee," Alaric said to the waiter, his voice perfectly steady. "And bring the check while you're at it. I think we're ready to head back."

He entered the luxurious reception of the restaurant. "Good morning, I will be your waiter..." I made a gesture making the young man shut up. That waiter, was a young man with whitish hair, as he had approached smiling, I guessed that this was how generous he must be compensated in his payments, to be attending all day with such a creepy smile must be exhausting.

His grip was so tight that it made my eyes wet. "Eat," he commanded, his face expressionless again, and his gaze fixed on the plate of crab before him. The waiter expertly cuts the meat and places it before him to dip in the sauce. But my gaze was fixed in front of me. The octopus waiter put in front of me was alive, its tentacles twitching slightly. As he poured hot sauce over it, it ceased its movement, silent and still. It was then garnished with chopped green chilies and served. I couldn't help but feel fear at the sight. Why was he doing this? I thought he would take me to Declan, but now I sensed something was wrong.

Adrian murmured, waving him off. The waiter lingered for a moment, his head bent low. Then, he straightened, locking eyes with me. A sinister, triumphant smirk cracked across his face. He wasn't smiling at me; he was staring right through me. "Enjoy the rest of the celebration, Mrs. Cole," the waiter said, his voice laced with venomous familiarity. Adrian’s instincts screamed danger. He grabbed the waiter's arm, his grip like iron. "Who are you?" The waiter's smirk widened, his eyes mocking me. "Just a man making a delivery." He twisted violently out of Adrian's grip, knocking over the champagne tower with a crash that echoed through the room, and vanished into the stunned crowd.

Kiara looked at the menu with a smile . The waiter came towards them with a smile . " Welcome ! What would you like to order ?! " said the waiter . " I want the most delicious cake in your restaurant . " said Kiara with a smile . " I want some raw sushi with the bloody sauce . " said Eskylrious . " I want some of your special chicken wings . " said Alan . " Excellent choice sir ! This is also the favorite dish of our ruler , Alan Lamassac . " said the waiter .

Lelia was very angry now and before she could stop him, her boss grabbed the waiter's hand. Lelia thought that her boss might scold the waiter and let him go, but her boss twisted his hand in an odd way, and then the waiter screamed with a heart-wrenching sound. Lelia stood up from her chair in shock. She noticed that her boss had twisted the waiter's arm in such a way that it looked like it was broken. "Let me go. Please let me go" The waiter begged. He felt like his arm going to fall off anytime. In anger, Duke was using the army's special attack tricks on him.

“Sir, I saw you inquiring about someone on the streets just now. Are you searching for someone?” Excited, Andrius nodded. “Yes, I’m looking for someone!” “Who are you looking for? You can tell me.” The waiter said smugly, “As long as he or she has appeared in this area, I can find out about it. However…” At that point, the waiter suddenly stopped and rubbed his thumb and forefinger together, chuckling as he said, “It’ll cost you extra.”

"You want to eat something? I asked while signaling the other waitress, who was already drooling over what my beta was doing to her fellow. Kelvin had bent the waitress over the counter and was fucking the hell out of her. The small restaurant was now full of moans and groans, but so far, the other two waiters, I and Kedeva, weren't affected by that yet. It has always been that way for Kelvin. He fucks anyone coming his way as long as they have boobs and pussies. "I don't want anything. I've eaten more than my stomach can take. He responded grumpily and then rolled his eyes in annoyance. I chuckled and snapped my fingers at the waitress, who was now sitting on the counter, her legs wide open

"Oh really, how close?" I took his hand and placed it on my wet pussy, sliding his finger up and down my excited slit. He moved even closer and kissed me, our tongues were dancing with each other. I moved my hand and started to rub Lucas's bulging cock through his pants as he slowly fingered me. "Pardon me, can I get you two another bottle?" The waiter asked from across the table, snapping us back to reality. "That sounds good," Lucas replied with his finger still in my wet cunt.

asks one of the waiters at the location. "It's fine, it's just that my girlfriend is a little upset today." He gets up from the chair and grabs my wrist. "What? Let me go! I don't even know you!" I scream, trying to break free. "Sir, I suggest you do what the young lady said," the waiter says seriously. "It's fine, there's just been a misunderstanding," he says with a repulsive smile on his face. "Let me go!" "Shut up!" I groan as I feel him tighten his grip on my wrist.