Waitress Romane & Geschichten

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?”

"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

A waitress approached them. “Hi gentlemen, my name is Jane. How many people are in your party?” She asked. Frank leaned towards her and said, “Sweety, I’m here to talk to your boss. Let him know, Franky’s here.” “What do you want to talk to Jo for?” “Just mind your business and get him.”

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 winked before signaling for the server. "Good afternoon, my name's Viktoria, is there anything I can start you ladies off with?" The waitress spoke. I looked up from my menu only to be taken back to prom, it was her. The mousy brown-haired girl I saw Karter kissing all over and for a second I almost lost it. I was staring down, the short, petite, brown-eyed, freckle-faced girl here, in my favorite restaurant. My nightmare had come out of my head, the daydream that would keep me awake at night had escaped my mind and was standing a few feet from me.