After a disappointing night out with coworkers, Samuel finds himself spending some quality time with the cute waitress Jessica. But as the night progresses, he discovers her dark secret.
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Starting over isn’t so bad. Sometimes you need to free yourself of the old to make room for the new. For now, the new included this slick black uniform with a tie. I’d waited tables before, but this place was a bit fancier than I was used to.
Every table was built from carved wood and was topped with clean white tablecloths and a bouquet of red and white flowers. Dark walls and well-placed lights created barriers of shadow around each seating area. I was one of many men and women who waited for these tables and served orders on silver trays.
As I headed out onto the floor with some drinks, I saw my reflection on the open glass door that separated the staff from the diners. I almost didn’t recognize myself with the amount of gel that coated my short, dark locks. My skin was tanned, thanks to the salon I’d found when I first moved here. I looked nice for once.
A petite, blonde waitress passed me as I approached my table. Her tight black dress accented the shape of her breasts and firm ass. Jessica, that was her name. She smiled at me but didn’t speak, as we weren’t allowed small talk in front of the customers.
We’d never spoken before, as this was my first time on the late shift with her. I could have sworn I saw her bite her lip the first time she looked at me, but that might have been my imagination.
When I stopped to transfer drinks to a table, I stood on the side that faced the kitchen, so I could watch Jessica’s cute butt sway in the distance. My distracted eyes almost resulted in a spill. Oops. However, my reflexes kicked in quick enough to prevent a mess, much to my relief. I apologized regardless, then scurried off to see if any of my table’s food was ready.
As I entered the staff-only area, Jacque, my supervisor, stared me down. The skinny Frenchman didn’t need to speak; I knew he’d spotted my lustful glances at Jessica…
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