Waitress Novelas e Histórias

The waitress came over and cleared her throat, I look up and gasp as her violet eyes stare into mine, a smile graced her face as she spoke, "good evening, what a sweet looking couple you are, my name is Fresca, I'm your server this evening, may I tempt you with a drink?" I shake my head and nearly scream, "NO," I blush as a few heads turn our way, I lower my voice, "thank you, unopened bottle waters for us, please." She smiled at me, "sparkling, or no?" I stiffen as her eyes left mine and went to Bastien, "no, not sparkling." She nods, not moving her line of vision off of Bastien, who is paying her no attention, his eyes on me shining with concern.

I said confidently. "Well, I will be here just in case you can't put up with them," Tristan told me winking his eye. I chuckled at his reply. Our food came with a red-haired waitress wearing glasses. Her cheeks were covered with freckles and her tiny body barely fit into her brown uniform. "Hello everyone is there anything else I can get you?" She asked politely. "No, nothing else. We're good for now." Tristan told her. "Okay Sweetness, I'll be right over here if need me. My name is Kimberly, but you can call me Kim." She winked at Tristan and gave him a flirtatious smile before walking away.

Tamera is very uncomfortable. "You are my favorite actor. Your acting is so amazing. Your character is such a manly man. You fit the role perfectly." Waitress said. "Thanks. We're ready to order." Dax said. "Oh sorry. What can I get you?" The waitress asked. "I'll have the pot roast sandwich and a coke." Dax replied. "Prefect, I'll get that for you right away." Waitress said. She turns to leave without even taking Tamera's order, totally ignoring her.

Waitress equaled cash and cash equaled a little drug money, or at least she figured that's why they ripped her off six months before. After a cold shower, she made herself dinner, un-packaging one of her never-ending supplies of Top Ramen. She received a free brunch at the diner between the breakfast and lunch rush so the Ramen held her over. Without a television cable hookup, her options were limited, so she watched the grainy local news and then a sitcom until her eyes lowered and she passed out on the couch-bed. Around midnight, she woke up enough to shut down the television, but for the next four hours, she tossed and turned thinking about table eight's li

'' Tina exclaimed. A sigh escaped from my lips as I reluctantly headed over to their table to get their orders. My palm started to sweat and shake badly at this time. My wobbly legs took me to them ''Good evening, I'll be your waitress for tonight. What can I get for you?'' I stated in my professional voice trying real hard not to stammer. I looked up and see him staring at me so intently. I feel my body starting to shake and my heart pounding out my chest. His stare is so intense that it can make anyone cower away.

They are loud screamers. “Oh wow. I don’t think I am any of that, but I think I am more than that.” Rosella smiled. “I’m not a screamer, but a chronic moaner.” “Too much of that sound bores me.” I cut her off. Soon, the waitress came to attend to us and fuck my life, I was praying the waitress should turn out to be Kaida. I wanted her to work here and be the one to serve us, so I could see that beautiful crafted face of hers.

She leaned back against the backrest and drifted on the warm buzz her feet were giving off. A waitress arrived at their table. She was wearing red and purple rings. She was also wearing form fitting black latex, the impression of her nipple rings visible against the tight surface, complete with a mask exposing her lovely brown eyes and wide full lips, her blond hair sprouting out the back in a ponytail. Ben hoped she didn't have to wear that outfit for too long. "Would you care for some drinks?" she asked. "I'd like a bottle of still spring water," Ben said and looked over at the ladies. He didn't know what drink to order for them so he nodded to them.

It’s like a giant glass jewel resting in the middle of nowhere, glowing with this honey-colored light that makes the sand look like diamonds. It's so beautiful in a way that doesn't just take your breath away, it leaves you dead with awe. A waitress in black ushering wear walks past us with a tray of drinks. "Mr. Arsher," she greets, nodding at Cairo. Then she looks at me. "Miss." I watch her walk away, totally confused. "Wait, who's she serving? Do people actually live out here?" “They’re setting our table,” Cairo says, giving my arm a little squeeze.

Mga waitress at dancer lang yata ang nagbago dahil halos mga bente anyos lang ang naririto. "Hoy! Anong tinitingnan mo diyan?" sita ni Aston ng mapansin'g titig na titig ako sa isang waitress na naroon sa dulong mesa. "Ah, wala. Nahagip lang siya ng paningin ko." "Maganda no'h?" Ani Aston na ang tinutukoy ay 'yong waitress sa dulong mesa at pasimple pa ako nitong siniko. Kaya naman, napipilitan'g tumango na lang ako.

Clurife flicked his hand impatiently as if to say, hurry up. “They—” he opened his mouth to speak but stopped as their waitress approached. She seemed to be in her late twenties with dark brown hair, big, doe-like eyes, and flawless skin. To sum it up, the woman was beautiful. “Welcome to the Monocle. I’m Alicia. Can I get you something to drink?”