Chapter Two
"A-and for you?" I stuttered, "What can I get you to drink s-sir?"
The group of normies grinned at Tony as we locked eyes. My normal go to phrases completely slipped out of my mind simply because I felt like I was in the presence of a king.
In my head I looked like Puss-in-Boots when he first meets Shrek and Donkey as he makes the cute eyes to distract them but more than likely I looked like a mentally deranged man with his jaw glued to the floor. Tony beamed at me with his huge Colgate smile contrasting with his tanned competition skin. The dimples on his face accentuated the sharpest jawline known to man.
"I'd just like a glass of water," he said enthusiastically.
"You're not on a cut anymore big dog," a man who I assume is his brother teased. "C'mon man you'll be fine with a little liquor in ya!"
"I can't just scarf myself with so many calories too quickly," Tony chuckled.
"Then why are we here then?" his brother teased.
"I'll have those drinks right out for you," I said.
"Thank you so much," Tony smiled at me.
The celebration commenced as all of their mixed drinks were being brought by the bussers and the caterers holding steak on a stick began offering some. I of course had to deliver soft drinks but the only one to order water was him.
I lean on his left side and set the water down, catching a whiff of the competition tan. An alluring sense of coconut and lycra engulfed me, the relaxation of being at a beach made me reminisce. His smell was so comforting and masculine all at once. Like coconut oil smeared over a musky sweaty armpit. My mouth watered.
"I forgot to ask," Tony muttered in my ear, "Would you mind bringing me a small bowl of lemons for my water?"
The resounding tone of his voice rang through my ear as I was still leaning over him. My spine shivered and my skin immediately crept. His eyes stared into mine centimeters apart. Oh you can cut the sexual tension with a knife!
"Yes-sir," I said slowly.
His eyes a hazel brown with green circling the pupil. His hot breath coating the space between us as I was held aghast at the site. There was something there, I just couldn't quite put my finger on it.
My entire demeanor changed for the better. Even the botched boob vegan bitch and her sugar daddy were not as annoying as they were when they arrived. They probably came in hangry and decided to take it out on me...assholes. The sudden rush of the restaurant felt seamless as my other tables were starting to head out.
The meal was finalizing, they asked to bring THEE Man of the hour a complementary cheesecake dressed in caramel syrup signing the word "Congrats!"
"Do you mind taking a group photo?" One of the guys asked.
"Sure!" I said.
Tony looked exuberant as his family and friends crowded around him holding the plate. Lots of smiles all around. I felt proud to even cater to their needs, mainly his...for obvious reasons.
"Let's flex!" Tony said.
Oh?
Tony struggled to undress from his tightly compressed hoodie that was practically plastered against his muscles to reveal a basketball jersey he was wearing underneath.
His bulging bronze biceps were dwarfing his already large head and traps. His shoulders looked like the metal ball they use for the hammer throw in the Olympics! His chest protruded to the point that his side boob was seen popping out of the jersey's arm holes.
The nape of his neck. That's my favorite part of a man. The cleavage along with the structure of the traps holding his head. A symbol of power and confidence. Dedication.
Tony stood beside the other guys completely making them look like normal-sized humans when they were still larger than me. He grabbed the medal from his neck and gritted his teeth around the edge of it smiling and in a sudden move he brought up his arms in the same pose I was transfixed in earlier in the restroom stall.
The double front bicep poses now here in the present, I'm bearing witness to the real deal, not just something I see on the internet but here in the middle of the bane of my existence.
The same pursing of the lips. The cocky grin. A muscle geek Fantasy! He unclenched the medallion and in one swift motion removed his shirt. Right in the middle of the restaurant.
"Holy shit!" I gulped.
His friends stepped aside and began cheering Tony on. A cocky grin grew on his face as he stared straight into the camera. My insides jumped for joy as I made eye contact with him through the screen.
Suddenly, he leaned forward at the waist and stretched his wingspan. In one swift motion, he clenched his fists, and every vein in his arm from his wrist to his shoulder extruded, and like a crab, he folded his arms across his torso.
His chest swelled with pride in hitting a most muscular pose. The entire restaurant steered their sight, a sight to behold in our direction. But above the fascination, laid the pure shock of someone having the guts that he has to show off their physique.
This leaves this all to me, the guy capturing the moment and getting a first-class seat to this shredded giant tanned in triumph.
"Sir," my manager Rico marched through the tables, "please put your shirt back on or I'm gonna have to ask you to leave!"
And click. The moment sadly came to pass, and so did I. Good thing we wear all-black uniforms. He unfortunately put his jersey back on and covered up the goods once more and I handed him the phone.
