"See, I told you the wait staff was scrumptious here!" Elizabeth McGowen whispered loudly. "Go ahead and drop your spoon so that one will bend over to pick it up." She said as she giggled.
Kate smiled in spite of herself. It was musing to see frumpy Elizabeth, the wife of dour banker David McGowen tittering like a school girl over twenty something waiters.
Across the table from her, Dorthy Taylor agreed. "Those boys would positively wear you out Liz. she said in a raspy voice. Dorthy had been divorced for a year. Her husband had abandoned his 52 year old wife for a 24 year old coffee shop girl. As she brushed her permed hair back from her forehead she said, "You are just so much talk. You need to get out and live a little."
"So I could be a sotted old slut like you," giggled Elizabeth. It was a standing joke between the married Elizabeth and Kate that Dorthy was a loose woman. In fact, she had only had a few dates and those were totally unsatisfying. The singles scene for women in their fifties was dramatically different than for men. Elizabeth, Kate and Dorthy had gotten into a routine of shopping together on Thursday mornings and then having brunch. Their favorite restaurant at the moment was Chasers, an upscale bistro with a the usually assortment of light wooded fixtures, ferns and dark haired Latin twenty something waiters.
As their dark haired dark eyed waiter moved towards them, Kate could not help herself but to notice the olive skin of the boy against the white shirt. She smiled as Elizabeth blatantly flirted with the boy as she ordered her usually cob salad and ice tea leaning over to show as much cleavage as she could. Although he flashed is bright white teeth at her, his dark eyes belayed a sense of annoyance.
Well, Kate thought, as she unconsciously adjusted her white silk blouse, it is probably no different than what he does with his friends to girls at the bar and strip club. It is good for him to be the object every once in a while.
Elizabeth loved showing off her boobs. The extra thirty pounds she had gained in the last year made it more difficult than ever to squeeze into the little sundresses she had favored in her youth but she did what she could. Kate thought that Elizabeth always tried to over compensate for the conservative life she had with banker David.
Kate on the other hand tended to dress very conservatively in crisp stylish blouses and trim cut suits. She thought she had held her figure pretty well in her 51 years. She worked out religiously 4 times a week. Her only indulgence towards sensuality was the lacey bras she favored. She mused that her poor little b cups deserved the best.
While Elizabeth was the flirty Marylin Monro frump and Dorthy was the and overaged but under sexed Mae West, Kate always thought of herself as the cool put together Grace Kelly type.... Only 25 years older and not so pretty. She smiled to herself at the images.
She turned her attention back to the menu, knowing she would probably order the same club sandwich and ice tea she always did. "Oh lets, see, "she said closing up the menu. "I think I'll have...."
As she raised her eyes up to the waiter he had a totally different look on his face. The black eyes seemed to smolder and the polite asinine grin he had given Elizabeth was replaced by a light insolent smirk.
She looked across the table where Elizabeth was giggling as she told Dorthy some story about someone's pool boy.
"Ummm," Kate stammered, trying to remember what she was going to order. "I think.."
"Code Blue." He said quietly with his black eyes flashing and the smirk expanding.
Kate's heart stopped. Her jaw dropped open and her breathing increased. She could feel a surge of adrenaline piercing through her body. "W-w-what did you say?" she said stupidly.
She watched his lips form the words very slowly and definitely but almost inaudibly. "Code Blue, back this way now." He smiled wickedly again turned on this heel and moved towards the door to the kitchen.
Kate quickly looked over to where Elizabeth and Dorthy were talking to see if either had heard any of the exchange. They barely noticed as Kate excused herself to make a quick phone call and slid away from the table.
She could feel her legs wobble as she moved through the restaurant as if in a daze. Her heart seemed to be racing at a pace that the entire room could hear as she traced the path of the waiter. He turned the dark corner to the alcove where the doors to the restrooms were and entered the swinging door to the kitchen.
Kate hesitated outside the door to the women's bathroom. She could just take a right and go in there and this would not happen.
She took a deep breath, turned to the left and pushed open the swinging door to the kitchen.
In contrast to the clean orderly serene setting of the restaurant, the kitchen was a chaotic array of food and people and dishes and heat and noise. The cook, dressed in a dirty white tee-shirt and apron looked up and smiled. "Hey Juan, looks like Blue gave you another one." He shouted. "What did you do to deserve such treatment." Juan, her waiter just smiled at the cook and grabbed Kate by the wrist, just above the new gold chain bracelet she had purchased this morning. He pulled her to a small alcove that served as a pantry just behind the door that was swinging back and forth as the other three waiters entered and exited the kitchen.
"Okay lady," the lips said in a smirk. "Fifteen minutes right?"
As Juan pushed her back into the alcove she could feel her back against the shelves. She found herself worrying about getting flour on the back of her suit and almost smiled in spite of herself. That was the least of her worries.
"Ummm well," she stammered.
"You agreed to Blue, fifteen minutes... she said." Juan said, a light edge of doubt creeping into his voice. "Didn't you promise her?"
Yes she had. She could remember the thin cool lips telling her that she was now owned by Blue. How could she say no? The trim, confident and beautiful woman named Blue, seemed to know exactly what she wanted and needed even if she didn't herself. She had said yes anything... anything for you Blue and she had done anything Blue had asked. As Blue took control of her all of her real life, the husband, the clothes the money, all seemed to belong to someone else. Someone boring, and unfulfilled. The women that Blue owned was vibrant, sensual and .... Alive.
