Waitress Novels & Stories

It was a quick distance to the restaurant, and the ambiance was comforting, giving a warm vibe as soon as you walked in. "Phew, His voice sent shivers down my spine." Daya remarked. "I would immediately get on my knees if it were me." Gwen giggled as they took their seats. “And what would you like to have darlings?” The waitress walked to them. She was in her mid-fifties, her fine voice as she smiled at them. “We'll have the special treat. We have a new team member. Her name is Kathleen,” Matt announced. “Welcome to SweetDine. My name is Leslie, but just call me Nana.” The woman said sweetly.

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.

"Of course. Through this way." The waitress was a young woman. They seem the same age. The waitress’s hair was straight blonde and tied back into a ponytail. The waitress was very friendly and cheerful. It was as if she didn't have the burden of life on her shoulders at all, so she could act as friendly as that.

They were rich people from all over the world, and they were there in pursuit of excitement. As soon as Qin Haodong and the others entered through the door, a beautiful young waitress greeted them. Unlike other places, all the waitresses there were only dressed in a revealing bikini, giving a panoramic view of their protruding figure, long snow-white legs and slightly trembling mountain peaks. Men couldn't help but look. The waitress wearing a bikini said enthusiastically, "This gentleman, I am the 39th waiter of the ring. I will provide service for you. Is this your first time here at our ring?"

They needed me, and no matter how much I wanted to escape, I couldn’t abandon them. I heard a tap on my table which made me look up. The waitress standing before me had a lean, athletic build and sharp features that made her seem both tired and intimidating. Her jet-black hair was tied back in a messy ponytail, and a faint smudge of eyeliner was the only makeup she wore. She was dressed in a snug black sweater and ripped jeans, her apron hanging loosely around her waist. She stared down at me with narrowed hazel eyes, as if trying to gauge whether I was worth her time. Her expression was indifferent, almost bored, as she pointedly eyed the massacre of croissan

" They started to jeer at Leyla and Freddy, which was surging in the hall. Abashed and angered, Leyla almost lost her temper. Freddy also blushed in embarrassment, then he kept away from this voluptuous but stupid woman subconsciously. They lost both their project and their faces. But that was all. However, for the waitress who had jeered at Rita, she was frightened the hell out of her. Because this fancy restaurant was one of the companies owned by the Wilson Group. The girl wearing cheap sweater was Mrs. Wilson. Realizing that, the waitress jolted and dropped on the floor.

” Waitress ~”You can't do that. Kayley ~”I can and I just did.” Waitress ~”Kayley please.” Kayley ~”It's Mrs D'Angelo. And you can leave now.” We watch as the little bitch gather her stuff and leave. We all have a big smile on our faces as she turns back and look at us. Waitress ~”Bitch.” Kayley ~”Oh fuck you just did not.” René ~”Kayley don't.” Danny ~”Kay don't.”

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?”

She seems like a good person. "Yes, you are right, Shella. I am the new waitress here but not yet official because our boss needs to observe me first if I am really qualified for this job. I am Deandra by the way but you can call me Andra if you want," I smilingly said to her.

a girl in fancy dress had her twinkling eyes on me. Florissa snapped two fingers at her face, “Hey, eyes here. Give me lobster pasta and a cocktail.” “How about you, sir?” the waitress wore tomato cheeks. Florissa snapped two fingers on both hands, “Hey, hey, hey. I wasn’t done talking to you. He will have fillet mignon with fries on the side.” “Anything else? How about a drink?” she kept staring at me. Florissa stood up, “You are getting on my nerves, girl. If you can’t do your job, you should find another one or do you want me telling on your boss?”