Waitress Novels & Stories

"Young master!" Bastian called his master. He walked up to Lexus and Stella. “Please, let me speak!” Bastian bowed to pay respects to Lexus and Stella. "What do you wanna convey?" asked Lexus, who was actually curious. “This waitress is called Delana. Since the beginning of Miss Steffy's arrival, she has treated her badly. Later, this waitress was assisted by Mr. Robert insulting Miss Steffy in public.” Bastian pointed at Robert, who was standing near the cashier's table alone. "Even Mr. Robert didn't welcome you the first time, did he?"

Henry’s voice always had a soothing aura that I enjoyed. “Wow, that is nice. My baby wants to be a sailor too.” Kenneth said from his side, after taking the platter from the waitress. “Anything else you want, sirs?” The waitress asked slowly and seductively, swaying her waist slightly to highlight her beautiful curves. I could tell that she was Jamiacan from her accent and she has a very attractive face. “Um, I am good.” Kenneth replied. “I need another glass of cocktail.”

She whispers, leaning her back against the booth. “I’m sorry ma’am, but your face doesn’t ring a bell.” She hiss. “I’m Cassidy. Alessia Cassidy Meyer.” “Okayyyy.” “Okay Miss Meyer. It’s nice to meet you. I guess.” “Can I take your order ma’am?” The waiter finally arrives. “Oh I’d like grilled turkey and fries with some fresh orange juice.” She replies smiling like a child in a candy store. “Okay,” the waiter reply scribbling on his little jotter.

He smiled waving at us as he headed back towards the elevator "He was sweet." Alice smiled over at me taking my hand in hers "Yeah he was." I grinned A waitress who appeared to be in her mid to late thirties with brown hair that was tied back into a pony tail and a completely black uniform came over to our table within minutes. "Hello ladies my name is Zariah and I'm going to be your server tonight. Can I start you off with something to drink?" She asked smiling down at us "I'll have a water." I smiled back at her

I wanted to run, to hide, to climb him right there and fuck the doubt out of my system, but I had tables to serve. “Kayla,” he called, striding toward me, his voice cutting through the clatter of plates like a low growl. Heads turned—customers, coworkers, all gawking at the billionaire who’d just stepped out of a tabloid. I froze, my fingers tightening on my tray, my pussy throbbing despite myself. “I’m working,” I said, my tone clipped but polite, years of waitressing keeping my voice steady. My heart was a mess, Xiamond’s image flashing in my mind—her red dress, her confidence, everything I’d never be.

Then something happened that she almost missed. A young waitress, no older than twenty, was crossing near the bar with a tray of drinks when one of the mafia bosses, clearly several glasses past sober, reached out and closed a hand around her arm hard enough to make her flinch. The girl's face went pale, her tray tilting dangerously as she tried to pull free without causing a scene. Arsen moved before Sera had even fully registered what was happening.

" The two answered again. Scarlet? Scarlet? Who was Scarlet again? I think Jake had told me about her. " Hi. Nice to meet you, my name is Sarah. " I extended my hand to shake her. She approached with a huge smile on her face. She was a little taller than me. She wore light blue jeans and a navy blue shirt. " Much pleasure. My name is Scarlet. " She squeezed my hand friendly and shook it. She seemed to be very kind. " I'm the cook here. Ahhh.... That Scarlet! The head cook. " Scarlet, she's the new waitress we hired yesterday.

she replied. "Hello, forgive me, we are super busy today. My name is Holly, and I'll be your waitress. Can I get you something to drink?" the waitress asked. "Bring us the usual," I replied. She smiled and said, "OK, I will bring it immediately." "The usual? Wow, you must come here often?" Alessia said. "All the time, Daunte always said he wanted to meet his mate organically," Dominic said with a light chuckle.

"Now I'm curious." "I took Madeline…" She kicked his feet under the table. "We're keeping the waitress waiting." "Oh." Drew glanced up at the waitress. "Apologies." He turned back to her. "Go ahead, babe." At the word 'babe', the waitress' eyes bounced back and forth between her and Drew's faces. Then she sighted the rings upon their fingers and understanding dawned. The stars were erased from her eyes and immediately a professional veneer took its place. "I'll have," she cast Drew a sly look, "chili cheese fries, bacon cheeseburger and mocktail."

We walked back inside the restaurant and a waitress came up to us with a notepad and a pan. She was tall with long skinny legs. She had brown eyes, a straight nose, along with her African black curly hair and other features which made her look spectacular. “What would you guys like to have?” She asked. “Mashed potatoes and steak” Allison muttered. The waitress stared at him and smiled as she recognized him. Where’s your lovely wife?” she asked and smiled again. Upon saying that Allison burst out into tears which frightened her, I rubbed his back in an attempt to soothe him.