hotchytick
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Okay, go back to when i was 18 years old and I worked at a fine dining restaurant down town. I was a server dressed up as a penguin waiting on high fuluten customers who wished for the best customer service and food we could offer. The customer service I gave was second to none...particularly on this night. The restaurant I worked at had an inside and an outside part to it. The outside was called the veranda or just plain "patio." The exterior was open only during the summer.
The restaurant was a family owned business and I was in pretty good with the owners. The working atmosphere was very relaxed (as much as a restaurant could get) and we were allowed to get away with a lot of bullshit, like drinking from the bar after hours, and sneaking a steak from the cooks on break. This night, and I remember the date well, June 17, I thought I pushed my customer service and my liberties to the limit.
Two ladies sat in my section out on the veranda. One was in her earlier forties and was kind of chubby. The other one was probably a little bit younger but a knock out brunet. Both were smartly dressed in summer dresses and matching heals. The cubby one, whose name was Kathy had straight long hair, and the pretty one, whose name was Candice, had long curly hair and great features.
So I approached their table in the normal way and proceeded to take their order. Right off the bat they both ordered apple martinis. After getting their drinks I took their order and strode off, not thinking much of the situation.
So fast forward about an hour. Candice and Kathy had finished their dinners and several, apple martinis. I think Candice was a little farther along then Kathy. When I asked them if they wanted anything else, Candice piped up and said: "I don't think I can touch a thing after that." Right as I was about to walk away Kathy asked me where I was from and if I were in school. I told here that I was local and that I was starting university in the fall. We chatted for a few more minutes. These two were obviously kind of tipsy at this point and I was surprised when Candice asked me I was allowed to drink here at work. "Here, while I'm working?" "Yeah, does your boss care?"
I answered; "He's pretty cool, but I don't think he's that cool."
Candice: "Here finish my drink for me, I think I'm drunk and I hate to see a good drink go to waste." Actually she hadn't even touched her drink, and if I drank it, which I wanted to, it wouldn't have been the first time I had taken a drink while working. So I figured "what the heck."
"Um, okay." I said
"Here crouch down by my side so no one will see you." Now I should explain to you that their table was right next a wall on the veranda, so I could see people comming my way, but with a long skirt on the table no one could see me crouched down on my knees. It was a perfect place to smuggle a drink. I bent down on my knees while she handed me the glass and in one big gulp I downed the whole thing. I hadn't eaten all night so it went right to my head. Besides being dizzy I noticed that Candice's bare feet where popping out of her shoes, as she had her feet kicked back behind and crossing each other. Her shoes were flat on the ground and her feet where perpendicular in the air.
Right as I was about to pop back up, Kathy handed her glass to Candice to give to me saying "here finish this one too, I gotta drive. You look like you could use a good buzz." I looked up at Candice with a coy look on my face and said "If I get busted I'm so dead." Candiced laughed and said "If you boss walks by, I'll just say I dropped my glass and you were picking it up for me!"
Inspiration struck me right at that moment, "Here, better yet I'll say I'm practicing good customer service and giving out foot massages to all of our guest." Candice kinda chuckled but didn't say anything.
"Here, maybe I should practice what I preach to make it more believable." I reached under the table and ran my fingers up and down the sole of her left foot, well in actuality I was more tickling than rubbing. Candice reacted with a "Ooooooooooh, that feels goooood." I remember distinctly her dragging out the "goooooood" part, because it came out kind of slurred, like she was really drunk. But she didn't ask me stop, so I didn't stop until Kathy said, "if he's giving you a foot massage, then I want one too, I paid for the damn meal."
"No way am I giving this up, this kid is too good, this is the best service I've ever had. "
She was serious.
At least one and half solid minutes of tickling/rubbing had gone by and I had a serious rocket in my pocket. My knees were starting to ache but I didn't care one bit. Candice put her hand on my head and gave my hair a tussle and said "Do you do this to get better tips? Cause you are in the wrong business, you should be a masseuse with those soft hands."
"Flattered, no tip is needed, the pleasure was all mine." I said.
"You better stop because I'm going to fall asleep after all that alcohol."
Now I had a problem, how to get up. I pulled my cummerbund as far down as I could over my pants, to the point where it looked ridiculous, and quickly adjusted myself to put things strategically back in the right place. I suddenly felt very sick to my stomach and had to excuse myself from the table, saying thank you and that I hoped to see you again soon.
"Oh we're coming back don't you worry, I want my massage next time" said Kathy. Candice just smiled.
The restaurant was a family owned business and I was in pretty good with the owners. The working atmosphere was very relaxed (as much as a restaurant could get) and we were allowed to get away with a lot of bullshit, like drinking from the bar after hours, and sneaking a steak from the cooks on break. This night, and I remember the date well, June 17, I thought I pushed my customer service and my liberties to the limit.
Two ladies sat in my section out on the veranda. One was in her earlier forties and was kind of chubby. The other one was probably a little bit younger but a knock out brunet. Both were smartly dressed in summer dresses and matching heals. The cubby one, whose name was Kathy had straight long hair, and the pretty one, whose name was Candice, had long curly hair and great features.
So I approached their table in the normal way and proceeded to take their order. Right off the bat they both ordered apple martinis. After getting their drinks I took their order and strode off, not thinking much of the situation.
So fast forward about an hour. Candice and Kathy had finished their dinners and several, apple martinis. I think Candice was a little farther along then Kathy. When I asked them if they wanted anything else, Candice piped up and said: "I don't think I can touch a thing after that." Right as I was about to walk away Kathy asked me where I was from and if I were in school. I told here that I was local and that I was starting university in the fall. We chatted for a few more minutes. These two were obviously kind of tipsy at this point and I was surprised when Candice asked me I was allowed to drink here at work. "Here, while I'm working?" "Yeah, does your boss care?"
I answered; "He's pretty cool, but I don't think he's that cool."
Candice: "Here finish my drink for me, I think I'm drunk and I hate to see a good drink go to waste." Actually she hadn't even touched her drink, and if I drank it, which I wanted to, it wouldn't have been the first time I had taken a drink while working. So I figured "what the heck."
"Um, okay." I said
"Here crouch down by my side so no one will see you." Now I should explain to you that their table was right next a wall on the veranda, so I could see people comming my way, but with a long skirt on the table no one could see me crouched down on my knees. It was a perfect place to smuggle a drink. I bent down on my knees while she handed me the glass and in one big gulp I downed the whole thing. I hadn't eaten all night so it went right to my head. Besides being dizzy I noticed that Candice's bare feet where popping out of her shoes, as she had her feet kicked back behind and crossing each other. Her shoes were flat on the ground and her feet where perpendicular in the air.
Right as I was about to pop back up, Kathy handed her glass to Candice to give to me saying "here finish this one too, I gotta drive. You look like you could use a good buzz." I looked up at Candice with a coy look on my face and said "If I get busted I'm so dead." Candiced laughed and said "If you boss walks by, I'll just say I dropped my glass and you were picking it up for me!"
Inspiration struck me right at that moment, "Here, better yet I'll say I'm practicing good customer service and giving out foot massages to all of our guest." Candice kinda chuckled but didn't say anything.
"Here, maybe I should practice what I preach to make it more believable." I reached under the table and ran my fingers up and down the sole of her left foot, well in actuality I was more tickling than rubbing. Candice reacted with a "Ooooooooooh, that feels goooood." I remember distinctly her dragging out the "goooooood" part, because it came out kind of slurred, like she was really drunk. But she didn't ask me stop, so I didn't stop until Kathy said, "if he's giving you a foot massage, then I want one too, I paid for the damn meal."
"No way am I giving this up, this kid is too good, this is the best service I've ever had. "
She was serious.
At least one and half solid minutes of tickling/rubbing had gone by and I had a serious rocket in my pocket. My knees were starting to ache but I didn't care one bit. Candice put her hand on my head and gave my hair a tussle and said "Do you do this to get better tips? Cause you are in the wrong business, you should be a masseuse with those soft hands."
"Flattered, no tip is needed, the pleasure was all mine." I said.
"You better stop because I'm going to fall asleep after all that alcohol."
Now I had a problem, how to get up. I pulled my cummerbund as far down as I could over my pants, to the point where it looked ridiculous, and quickly adjusted myself to put things strategically back in the right place. I suddenly felt very sick to my stomach and had to excuse myself from the table, saying thank you and that I hoped to see you again soon.
"Oh we're coming back don't you worry, I want my massage next time" said Kathy. Candice just smiled.
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