My Obsession

Waiting For A Waitress

“Two Kentucky Derby’s, a strawberry dakari, two s*x on the beach, and an order of fries with two lobster tails for table five!” I rushed to the bar, the heals making traversing in the dimly lit room all the more dangerous. So far I had been here three hours and already had two hundred shoved into my bra. I admitted to myself that I definitely needed to worship the ground Tracie walked on.

“Here’s the drinks, lobster will be out shortly.” Phil, the bartender Raymond introduced me to was wiz when it came to mixing his brews, drinks being sprung out left and right. “You’re doing great, Dorry!” He gave me two thumbs up and waved me away, making me shake my head at his turned back. Raymond’s handwriting was not the easiest to read, the t’s he’d made looking like little r’s in the darkness of the club.

“Thanks.” I picked up the tray, making my way over to table seven and being sure to sway my hips. A slight breeze was hitting the bottom of my ass cheeks as I walked, making me want to constantly readjust the dress. Pulling it down wouldn’t do much good though; fifty of my tip money was from flashing a patron already.

“Your drinks, gentlemen. The lobster will be out shortly.” I smiled and fluttered my lashes, the two young men cheering as they took their glasses along with the one lady.

“How about you have a sit with me?” The curly bland man smiled, patting his lap as his friend laughed, the lady they were with glaring at him slightly. “f**k, you could even use my face if you’d like; especially in that tight little dress.”

I tried to keep the smile on my face, noting that the lady was starting to turn beat red. If you don’t want to be jealous, a strip club isn’t for you girl. She had been shooting me looks for the past hour, glaring daggers at the two men any time an entertainer went their way. “Sorry, this little fish isn’t on the menu, boys. But,” I leaned closer conspiratorially, “the one in silver gives the best lap dances.” I winked at the two, getting a five for my troubles as my breasts nearly spilled out of the dress again. I found that sending Tracie to a table helped both of us out; I didn’t have to touch anyone, and Tracie got more tips than normal.

“Order!” I hear Phil call from the bar, making me scamper away from them after that, heading back as fast as the high heels would take me. “Take this to table twenty two. It’s the one in the roped off area; but don’t linger, they’re VIP and in a meeting.” I nodded at Phil, taking the tray and holding it with both hands this time, afraid to ruin the drinks now.

“Table twenty two…” I repeated it, not wanting to f**k up royally. A bouncer from the roped off section saw me coming; nodding and stepping to the side as I passed. Fifteen, sixteen…. The deeper I got into the section, the less people there were. It seemed that even the entertainers were avoiding the area, something heady and heavy cloaking every surface.

“I don’t care. Offer the owner ten more if they signs the paper now and wire it to them if that’s what it takes. This project is already five weeks behind because of that one holdout.” The voice was deadly and deep, making me gulp as I passed table after table. Eighteen, nineteen… f**k; not a POA… the acronym went through my head, my palm a little sweaty as table twenty two was the only one left. “As soon as it’s signed, I want them to hit the ground running on this….”

“Your drinks, Sirs.” My smile faltered just a little when I got to the table, one man having his face partially obstructed by a velvet curtain that was in the way, another looking like he had been chewed out and put through the ringer.

“Thanks doll.” Chewtoy said. He looked like a Chewtoy too, the way he looked ragged and scared. He wasn’t the one that had been talking though, that was for sure.

“Of course; is there anything else I can get you gentlemen?” I put a little extra honey in my voice; knowing I was told not to linger, but still wanting to be polite at least.

“How about this…” Chewtoy pulled out a crisp one hundred dollar bill and placed it on the table. “Guess who has which drink correctly and this is yours.”

“Hal; don’t play with your food.” The voice of the hidden man grumbled, sending shivers down my spine.

“Hmmm… let me see.” One was a bourbon neat and the other a cognac on the rocks. I placed the cognac with Chewtoy and the bourbon with mister dark and mysterious, getting a shocked smile from Chewtoy.

“My God! You got it!” He grinned at me.

“Well; it was a fifty fifty chance, so I went with my gut.” I smiled at him, reaching out to pick up the bill. When I did though, Mister Mysterious shot out his hand, grabbing my wrist in the process.

“Tell me your thought process on this.” He seemed curious, and also a little dangerous too; like someone you didn’t want to lie to. He turned my hand this way and that, studying it and the ring I forgot to take off.

“Well; sorry for the honesty but you,” I pointed at Chewtoy, “seem to be strung out and tired. So in order to feel a little better about yourself and your status, you ordered the cognac. But if you really want people to see you as higher status or important, order it without the ice.”

“Ouch.” Chewtoy hung his head, a soft laughter coming from Mister Mysterious.

“And my drink?” He leaned forward then, only showing a hint of his chiseled jaw line from the light.

“Someone who knows how to savor the finer things and appreciates order. Especially since Phil added a few drops of water to help open up the flavor of the bourbon.” He nodded as I saw the slightest hint of a smile on his lips; eyes from the dark flashed at me for just a second.

His stomach growled then, or at least I thought it was that, making the other guy laugh nervously as he released my hand. “Now that the game is over, I find myself hungry as well… Tell you what; my friend here will double your earnings if you can bring me a Waldorf salad.”

“Deal.” I grinned, leaving the bill and taking my tray, scampering off to the kitchen. I was about to make half a week’s check in just under a half hour, making me giddy and forget entirely about my cold ass in the club air.

I knew that the salad wasn’t on the menu, having studied the vast thing every chance I got, but I knew they had the ingredients for it. Phil saw me coming and did a double take at me, like he didn’t expect me back. “Table twenty two?” He asked as a question, making me feel curious what he meant.

“They want a special salad brought to the table. Is it alright if I pop into the kitchen to make it?”

“Sure?” He was still looking at me like I grew two heads, but quickly going back to filling orders again.

I smiled and hummed to myself as I began to pull out everything I needed. I was in luck too that this was a fully stocked bar with every drink imaginable available to the patrons. I found apples, walnuts, celery, and grapes without fail. Mayo was prevalent, especially with their burger being the special, and lime juice as well. Slicing everything into uniform cuts, I mixed the uniform pieces with the mayo and lime juice while adding in a dash of tajin and pepper. Putting it all into two small bowls I found, I grabbed some forks and hummed to myself, looking forward to the money I was about to win.