Page 5 of His Naughty Waitress
“Do we have room for one more?” Jeff asks out of the blue, staring right at the waitress as she approaches again, balancing our coffee mugs on a tray in one hand, and the coffee carafe in the other. “I don’t know if twelve girls will be enough, but thirteen…that could be our luckynumber.”
It’s obvious to me what he’sgettingat.
“Hey, Missy,” he addresses her. “Have you heard of the Neville Lodge? It’s about fifteen miles southeastofhere.”
She nods at him, setting down the mugs. “Sure, I do. Would you gentlemen like somedirections?”
“We’re actually staying up there for the next coupleofdays.”
“Great to hear. I hope you enjoyyourstay.”
“Listen, Missy. How would you like to hang out with ustonight?”
Her eyebrows raise and she grins. “Me? With all sevenofyou?”
Jeff shakes his head. “No, nothing like that. Maybe you could bring a few of yourfriends?”
“Yeah, sure,” she says casually, but is looking directly at me, even though she’s replying to Jeff’s question. “Sounds like fun.” She pulls out her order pad, and only then does she look at Jeff. “So, what can I getyouguys?”
Interesting.
Maybe I have a shot with this bet,afterall.
She takes our orders and leaves to pass them on to the cook in thekitchen.
“I’ll be tapping that ass tonight,” Jeffinformsus.
I nod, but I don’t agree at all. “Nice score. Just make sure she’s not jailbait oranything.”
“I doubt it. She has a nice eighteen-plus rack. I’d say it’s at least aD-cup.”
“What the fuck does her bra size have to do with her age?” Markus barks, shakinghishead.
“Let me by, Vic,” I tell my brother. “I need to takeapiss.”
I head to the restroom. Time to find out what Missy’s reallythinking.
