Waitress Novels & Stories

This booth is prime real estate and that’s exactly why I wanted it. I don’t recognize my waitress. She gives her name as Lex and takes my order. She appears to be a typical badge bunny—poufy hair, big boobs, and long legs. Quite a few of them work off and on at Fiddlers because they know cops hang here. The other badge bunnies are usually dispatchers. I tried very hard to love the dispatchers who kept me safe during my shift, but you always knew who the bunnies were. I order a Corona in a bottle, which comes with a lime wedge. I sit back and bide my time.

They sat down in a table for two and a waitress came to get their orders. " Good evening sir". The waitress was a tall dark lady. Lillian wasn't comforted with her,her attitude was kind of seductive. "We'd take the main course" Before she left to get the orders, Lillian asked her if she knew someone who worked here as a Cook before,she even called "Joy" but the waitress refused to answer her question. Mark pleaded with her and she agreed to tell them only when she's done with work for the day,that's if they could wait and they agreed.

I knew that she was going to blurt something smart but useless for me. "Babes! You know, knowledge is power is time is money," she said. I snorted. "Ughh! stop with the Ambrose." She pouted. "at least that silent ice-man is hot." I sighed. Nothing can be done with this dream girl. "Yo girl, let's start your work otherwise cakey-face would exaggerate your late coming." She said. I rolled my eyes. That's the truth I know cakey-face aka Stacy is one of the waitresses who only works here to get different flavours once a week. She is worse than the brothel I'm telling you.

A skimpy crop top hugged the upper part of her well enriched frame and her long, beautiful legs which were like a flamingo's, had a jean mini skirt clutching her thighs quite a distance above her knee. She stopped with a scowl and curled her painted toenails inwards when she saw Trisha jugging up to her side. “Do you know what happened here, please?” Trisha asked, panting like a coal train that had carried goods across the Pacific. “What do you mean?” the waitress asked in an odd accent. Trisha's eyes descended to a cheap badge—made of copper, that clung to the waitress' top like a bug. ‘CATHERINE COOPER’ was written on it.

Melissa said as she tried to achieve a somber expression. “ What will you like to drink?” the waitress asked nonchalantly while she flipped her apron where she was wearing a name tag called Rain. “ Are you not shocked by that?” Selena asked the girl. “ Excuse me I am paid to work and serve guests and get out in due time. I don’t care if the owner is a promiscuous woman in fact this is a norm. She sometimes even brings two to three men and in front of the guests she goes at it.” Rain explained in details. They were both taken aback, while the waitress took their ordered for food and drinks. “ Do you realize a simple plate of fish

flashed in neon above the door and the smell of burgers and coffee drifted out like a promise. I pushed inside. Bells jingled overhead. The place was half-full, with truckers at the counter, a young couple sharing fries in a booth, and an old man nursing coffee in the corner. I slid into a worn vinyl booth near the back, the seat sticking to my thighs through my leggings. My hands shook as I pulled out the crumpled bills and counted them twice. A waitress appeared almost immediately, order pad in hand. Her name tag read “Gia” in cheerful blue letters. She was in her late forties, with warm brown skin, curly hair pulled into a messy ponytail, and kind eyes that

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.

Noah said as he increased the vibe. Ava could barely speak, but nodded. The waitress came over. She was attractive brunette wearing a black tank top and a black mini skirt. Ava had seen her before and been greatly attracted to her. Her breasts were smaller than Ava's and she wondered if the brunette was wearing a bra. The waitress looked at Ava and the blonde could tell she was wondering what was under the dress. "Hi my name is Erica. I'll be taking care of you today. What can I bring you?"

It can still take me to the restaurant where I work. At the restaurant I work as a waitress at a small Italian restaurant downtown. The owner, an elderly woman named Rosa, is kind to me. She knows I'm a single mother with three kids. She gives me shifts that aren't too heavy, and sometimes she gives me leftover food to take home. "We have a big table today, Sera. Are you ready?" Rosa asked that morning. I nodded. "Ready, Rosa." I work like a robot. Smiling at customers, taking orders, delivering food, cleaning tables.