College and low money were the worst when combined. So obviously I'm going to look for a job. Sadly not many places I applied to accepted me due to 'no experience' ,well, all but one
"Arthur dear! Table 78 needs a waiter!"
Looking over I saw my boss. A rather... plum woman with soft ash brown hair that reached her shoulders in curly waves. She had on a tight black and white dress that, if I dare say, fitted her well. Her 2 inch heals making her only slightly taller but she still only reached up to my chin. Walking over to her I took the tray she handed out to me and smiled. "Thank you Miss. Salgado!" Shouting over the music I walked away. As soon as I passed Miss. Salgado I received a soft smack on my bare bottom making me jump and turn around, face read, as I covered my butt with my free hand. Laughing Miss. Salgado walked away.
Walking at a slightly faster pase than before I searched for table number 78. As soon as I found it I froze. Taking in a deep breath I tried to calm my nerves as I started to walk toward my table.
Alfred Fucking Jones with his Danish friend Mathias and their dates Lukas and some girl. Glaring at the back of the girls hair I laughed inwards as I noticed a fake purple strike about to fall off her head. Composing myself I puffed out my chest and stoped in front of the table and put on my best smile closing my eyes as I tilted my head to my right, like I was trained to do. I heard three gasps go around two boys and one girl. Opening my eyes I looked around the table watching both Alfred's and Mathias jaws practically hit the floor as the new girl glared at my outfit. That if I did sat so myself was only a black apron. Yup. No trousers or shirt, nothing, just me in my birthday suit with only an apron to cover my privet parts. The only one who didn't seem surprised was Lucas, but he's already seen me at work so that's expected.
Clearing my throat I raised a brow at the red face American who was practically eating me with his eyes. I would have shied away from his gaze if his stares weren't what I was craving. Hearing a grunt come from said American I looked down to see that the girl in front of him had kicked him. "May I take your order dear gentlemen and fair lady?" Taking out the company's note pad I reached into my pocket taking out my pen. Everyone, I assume, was too shocked to answer so Lukas spoke up first, "Both me and Mathias will take a Akvavit," nodding I wrote it down and turned to look at Alfred," I'm guessing you want a beer?" I asked him as he just continued to stare.
"Uhh yeah," he said pretending to stretch as he turned his head to the left, looking behind me I saw nothing but the DJ and a bunch of people dancing, hearing another grunt I looked back over at the table only to see Alfred leaning down rubbing his leg and the girl retrieving her foot back under her chair, "Bud Light is ok." Letting everything sink in I smirked. Alfred's actions all coming together giving my ego a slight boost.
Looking back to the girl I smiled as she glared not even trying to hide how fake and sarcastic her smile was "I will take your hardest whiskey," nodding I jotted it down before leaning down and whispering to her with a slight giggle. Her face drained of colour as she touched her hair and excused herself to go to the bathroom. Looking back at the table I gave a slight bow before turning around and walking away swaying my hips with every step I took. What can I say, it's not everyday your crush checks you out.
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