Novel & Cerita Waiter Finger Curls

Author's Pov Freya sighed placing her one palm over her waist and other rested on her swollen stomach as she watched the stubborn man wearing a waiter's clothes taking orders from the customers more like from his fan girls who visited the cafe almost daily just to watch the giant man cladded I a waiter's clothes serving them. His face spared on emotion as he took the order with blank gaze not even acknowledging the open invitations from the swooning girls, and as expected he did what he always do. He raised his hand showing them his ring cladded finger snatching their flirty smiles and gestures. It was obvious from their faces they wanted to leave but too late.

He was getting too close and that was bothering her. "Because I want you to be here," he said. She already knew that but why? Just then their meal arrived. The waiter placed his dish with a hesitant glance in his direction. He was too busy looking at her. "Bon appetite," the waiter bowed before leaving. He finally tore his gaze from her to examine his dish. The bowl before him was brimming with a vibrant red curry that seemed to have been concocted in the depths of hell. Sera swallowed. What she was thinking.

They nodded their heads and left. "Oh wow what did you do to them? Magic? Pradai asked "No we don't do magic, we are magic" Curl said with a wink "Oh, so what did you do!?" Pradai still wanted to know, incase of next time. "Just tipped them off, kind off" said Curl with a shrug "They won't leave me alone, such a burden!" Or are you going to give them meat?" "Right! Meat" Curl snapped his finger "Let's go eat meat" he quickly took Pradai by her hand

While I stand and wonder how long it will take before I collapse or faint from exhaustion. We take our various seat and watch as the waiters who are also covered behind masks, serve our dishes. Two male waiters walk up to us and begin to place our food on the silver clothed table. Then I noticed something strange. One of the waiters had a familiar looking tattoo on his wrist, I only get glimpses of it when his sleeve rises up a little whenever he places something down on the table. It's a drawing of a three head snake or is it a dragon? A voice in my head tells me something is not right. I observe the actions of the waiters.

“Act normal.” But there was nothing normal about the way his fingers slid up my inner thigh, slowly, deliberately, until he found my bare, soaking core. “Already wet,” he muttered under his breath. “Fucking filthy little thing.” His fingers circled my clit lazily as the waiter approached. I tried to squeeze my legs shut—he stopped me with a quick slap to the inside of my thigh. “Good morning,” the waiter said cheerfully. “Ready to order?” I could barely speak.

She needed. That’s where she saw him. Finn Murphy, one of the cater-waiters. Tall, at least six foot one with messy brown hair that looked like he’d run his hands through it five minutes ago, a charming grin, and currently juggling three champagne flutes while apologizing to a guest he’d just spilled on. “Sorry, sir! It’s my first day as a flamingo. I mean… a waiter.” The guest, a middle aged man in a bow tie burst laughing despite the wet spot on his pants, Finn winked, bowed dramatically, and somehow made the whole thing look intentional.

“Please, sir. Can we have some salt? There isn’t any on the table and the food needs a little seasoning for my taste.” The waiter nodded and headed off to the kitchen, but he returned with a worried look a minute later. “I’m so sorry, sir. The containers are out at the moment and the head chef is filled up. Can you borrow from a fellow customer? I apologize for the inconvenience.” The man nodded, acting nonchalant. “It’s okay. That’s fine.” The waiter smiled, like he had been given a good break, and left. Then it happened—the man turned to get salt from our table and he touched Shane.

I moaned and moved backwards so his fingers would touch my clit but he avoided that sweet spot and kept torturing me with small hand movements. I held his hands, trying to guide it to my clit but he pulled out. “Felix, please..." “Please what?." He asked and took my earlobe in his mouth. He sucked it gently and I moaned. “Please touch me " A waitress walked by and waved to me once she recognized me, I nodded in her direction. Felix ran his finger over my clit, just very lightly and I shivered. He pulled the bud with his fingers and rubbed it slowly. I grabbed the edge of the table and bit my bottom lip to keep myself in check.

"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

My hands were too busy shoveling food into my mouth like I was trying to beat some kind of record, and my fork kept slipping off my plate because I didn’t have the coordination of a human being. It was only when I glanced up that I realized the waiter was watching us—staring, actually—as if waiting for me to do something embarrassing. I swear, he gave me the kind of look you reserve for when you spot a toddler attempting to feed themselves for the first time.His eyes broadened in a combination of disbelief and judgment. fantastic, absolutely fantastic. This is how I create an impression. But when I glanced over at Mr. Wright, he didn’t appear to notice—or at least, he didn’t acknowledge it.