12:25 PM!
Hilltop Restaurant! The climb is worth it. So was their award-winning cheesecake. Which was why Margo Needy wanted one. Nay, demanded! Bad slave! Luckily for her a certain waiter was not as into the whole master thing like his buddies. At least not yet! He might surprise everyone.
"Man, I love the tips I'm getting today." Waiter Cabot Ross bragged to his fellow waitress and resident Nubian goddess Nikki N'Dolla now that he was rolling in dough. Sundays after church services in town the restaurant was always bombarded by well-wishing verses of God is Goode! Pastor Evan Goode's church often frequented the establishment each Sunday afternoon as a bountiful feast for many of his congregation to rejoice in.
Today was going to be challenging for Cabot. He had to be on his best behavior around the flock or ruin his chances at getting the Pastor's stunningly beautiful, quite athletic daughter Grace. Now that she was volunteering at the nursing home his grandmother resided in, she was even closer to Cabot's gravitational pull. So was CNA Maria Salazar whom he was already dating, the Hispanic beauty living a mere three doors down from Grace.
"Quit bragging!"
"You're breaking bank today too! You got Pastor Goode's table this time around."
"Well, he hasn't left yet so I won't know if he plans on shoveling the contents of his collection plate into my pouch here." She looked around her then tugged her elastic band over her swelling cleavage to show Cabot her right breast as if saying "Speaking of juicy tips! You know you want it." Of course, he did, when he had time. Her gently younger sister Kwikki as well!
"I said I love the tips I'm getting today, not the tits I'm getting." He laughed waiting on his orders to be shoved his way by the chef's sometimes helpful Sous. Her name was actually Susan. Often called Lazy Susan for obvious reasons. It depended on her mood. But considering she was the chef's ole' lady she got off for tedious behavior.
"These are tips." Nikki tweaked her nubby nipple with an unblinking flirtation. Why she went without a bra currently was beyond him. With her dark brown complexion there was no hiding behind a thin white top. He covered her up before being busted. "Party pooper!"
"I'll gnaw on those one of these days. You and Kwikki need to show patience. You know I'm dating Maria and Maria's cool if I play around but I have more pressing concerns right now. Can I confide in you?"
"You know you can."
"Do you know, Roselyn Albright?"
"Rich lady? Stiff's me every time she sits at my table."
"Really? She always gives me around fifty bucks."
"That's only because she wants you to stiff her." She patted his crotch going unseen by diners and other employees.
"Would you think bad of me if I did? I have reasons, not because I really want her. My landlady Margo knows her. Margo's trying to find backers for her Bed & Breakfast venture. Rose would be perfect, but Margo's told me I might have to get closer to her to coax cash from her purse. I'm only doing this for Margo." That wasn't totally correct. Margo had not even asked him to do this for her. What Cabot had in mind weighed a bit heavy on Margo. While not being best friends the two women had shared intimate encounters thanks to their late husbands. In that much at least they had something in common, both losing their husbands over the last few years. Still, Cabot had his mind set on trying his best to lure the millionaire in and see if he could figure out a way to finance Margo. Reverse psychology would be his best bet.
"Do your thing Stud. I'll still be around when you're ready. Now me, I'm not tipping you shit. You're tipping me! Deep pocket! Deeeeeeeeeep pocket!" She hinted for balls deep.
"Oh, crap!" He glanced at the dining room. "The Pastor's daughter Grace is here."
"Let me guess, you want her too."
"We were old track opponents in High School. She just moved closer to town now that Pastor Goode switched Churches to Wildwood from Lansbury. Mind if I help you deliver plates to them?"
"Nope! Help is Goode!" She giggled. "Better hurry though your Cougar momma Rosie just walked in too."
"Fuck me! This couldn't get any worse. I can't misbehave with Grace eyeballing me." He waved at the cute blond looking his way. "Holy crap! Roselyn is misbehaving for me. The Church goers are already looking at her freaking tits. Who wears an opened style dress with that much cleavage and belly showing off around...?"
"Belly? Her boobs are ready to roll out. So are her Rolls Royce's. She needs to lose a bit of pudge before showing off like that. The devil diva herself!" Nikki puckered at Roselyn's boldness, "Ten bucks says she drops her utensils on the floor and bends over to pick them up. You just know those are going to fall out just for you."
"Like yours just did?"
"I helped my girl along, but not even I can compete with those melons. Rosie's got your table."
"She always requests me. I'll give her a minute to look over the menu."
"She's been tanning. I'm darker." Nikki giggled. "I think she's even dyed her hair. Wasn't it dark brown last time?"
"If she's sunbathing her hair is probably just lightening up under the sun. White fabric is thin enough that her nips are showing through. Like yours I might add. Yeesh! Bitch has balls showing off like that around the Pastor. Like you I might add." Twice in a row like a Hint! Hint! "Tables are whispering. Do dinner forks count as disgruntled townsfolk with pitch forks?"
Ping! Orders up! "Yours! Hurry back, Handsome."
"Right! Grab Grace a water and tell her Track Star dusted you so bad he thought you looked parched."
"Seriously?" She smirked, "I got you Track Star."
"Thanks! Be right back."
Collecting two plates for one of his occupied dining tables Cabot gracefully navigated the patrons in delivering a double order of chicken parmesan to an older couple and making certain they were satisfied. Looking over at Grace and seeing Nikki deliver her the water then whisper his mischief, Grace looked up with a playful sneer. Her parents curious as to what Nikki had spoken, she related the message and explained the reasoning.
Pastor Evan and his wife Bianca aka B. Goode followed their daughter's point at Cabot and smiled. Cabot stuck his tongue out at Grace which was not so well received but accepted. An apologetic prayer motion of his hands clasped toward her parents he moved on. Bianca seemed less disturbed by his wag.
"Afternoon, Rose!" He walked by Roselyn, "Be right with you! You look exceptionally nice today. Hot outfit!" She swore he said lick, not look! Her mouth was indeed watering. Especially after witnessing his razzing tongue moments before.
"Thank you, Cabot!" That was all she had time for. Cabot scurrying back to meet up with Nikki to assist in carrying the eight sets of plates to the Goode party preempted Rose from further flirtations. "Playing hard to get, are we? I suppose I must try harder." Food for thought fight!
Rejoining Nikki at the food service counter he claimed four plates well balanced over his forearms. He had this juggling act down to a science, often impressing his customers. Serving those sharing the Goode table as Nikki told him in transit which customer got what plate he tried to be professional and not look at Grace. She too perused her menu having run late. Shrimp pasta seemed popular today with the Goode's. "Enjoy!" Cabot politely told those he took care of. Bianca Goode eying Cabot's demeanor approved and shared a sly grin with her blushing daughter.
"He is charming."
"I told you." Grace whispered trying not to let Nikki overhear. "I'll just take a Caesar salad please. Unsweetened tea!"
"On its way! Cabot is a charmer." Nikki winked at Bianca. "Just sayin'!" Although Nikki was hot for Cabot herself, she would never get so jealous as to ruin his fun. It wasn't like Nikki didn't have admirers of her own, she did! So did Kwikki her younger sister. Share and snare alike!
"It appears your old rival has his fair share of attention."
"Cabot has a girlfriend. We're just friends."
"Mmmhmm!" Momma Goode knew her daughter better than anyone. Her husband Evan quieting their nonsense offered to say a prayer before eating, everyone at their table holding hands. That ended the boy banter very quickly. Dad did not appreciate lust at his table. Although even he coyly snuck glances at Roselyn Albright. Pastor or not he often succumbed to lust like anyone else, he just practiced well the art of masking emotions. "Goode impressions ladies." Always!
Now that Nikki had the Goode table ironed out, she moved onto her other tables, refilling drinks, clearing recent vacancies and the like. Cabot grabbed water for Roselyn and returned to her with swagger. "I don't know who is sweating more me or you." He chuckled then drank her water. "I think I needed that more than you. All of these God-fearing people are praying for you I think."
"Let them. Have your little friend bring me the Pastor's check I'll contribute to his dinner plate at least."
"You don't go to church?"
"Heaven's no! My days as any angel are long gone as you can swell." She meant tell! No, she didn't! Even Cabot knew better. Patting his crotch cautiously not to be seen by Grace and her family he added, "I can relate! Chateau Laffite 2005 again?"
"You remembered. I'm impressed. No, I'll just take a refill of what's left of my water."
"Back in three." He smirked and took her glass back for that additional H2O. A swift flyby of Grace he razzed her again then ignored her going forward. Back with Roselyn she took her water and sipped it to cool her overheated flesh. It was pretty hot outside, even the restaurant's air was fighting to keep such a big place cool. "So, your tongue seems quite active today." Bold ass bitch! Eight hundred million bucks let her speak her mind.
"The pastor's daughter and I go way back. We ran track against one another."
"Ah! So, you're not attached otherwise?"
"Just friends."
