Brooke - Chapter 1
I had just turned nineteen and was working at a local seafood restaurant. The restaurant was not a great place to work, but it paid the bills and I made a fortune in tips. I was still living at home. I had decided to take a break year between high school and college. I hated that job; dealing with customers, carrying disgusting food back and forth between tables and the kitchen. One day, however, that all changed.
I grudgingly walked into the entrance to the restaurant, dressed in my uniform and ready to work. I passed my friend John, the bartender, as I entered the establishment. After I gave him a wave, I passed the hostess stand and walked toward the kitchen to clock in. I noticed there was a hostess, and I had never seen her before. I was deep in the zone trying to get myself mentally prepared for the dinner rush and dismissed the thought of the hostess as I ran through my list of prep work.
As I made my initial rounds of the restaurant, I went to the hostess desk to see where my table section would be for the night. It was a Friday night, and although it would be a busy and difficult evening of work, I knew I would make a lot of money in tips. When I approached the hostess stand, I noticed and memorized my section for the night. I had a decent section, and I was excited at the possibility of making good tips. As I was looking at the seating chart, someone walked up behind me.
"Hi," a voice said, "I'm Brooke. I'm new here."
"Hello," I replied, "my name is Everett. I was just looking at the section chart. I hope I didn't mess with your stand."
"Oh no, that's totally fine. Actually I wanted to meet all the servers. I want to make sure I can attach a face to the name when I'm seating people this evening," Brooke said.
"Well, it's great to meet you. I'm happy to have you on the team. Make sure you bring all the big money to my tables tonight!" I cleverly replied, feeling a bit nervous.
She was absolutely gorgeous. She had a great, slim figure and she was wearing a strappy spring dress. It was chilly in the restaurant. I could have sworn she wasn't wearing a bra and could just make out her erect nipples. It was one of those situations where I had to look away and adjust myself, even though I wanted to stare for hours. She had a great body, but I knew if I stared too long I would get into trouble.
Throughout the night, I'd try to make passes by the hostess stand; pretending to go to the bar, or back to the kitchen, just to get a look at that beautiful woman. She had straight, brown hair down past her shoulders. She had very skinny legs and a very small ass. She had trim hips that made her ass look like a bubble I wanted to pop. Hell, she was 18, and had a very hard body. At the end of the night, I was eating my free dinner, a plate of chicken parmesan. I was seated in the bar, eating my food, waiting for my last table to pay their check and vacate the restaurant. She came and sat beside me. The whole night we had been exchanging glances and stares, but I couldn't tell if she was into me.
As I was eating my food, she began talking to me.
"You know, I was impressed how well you did tonight," she said.
