Miss Jill stood dumbstruck in the kitchen doorway. Certainly, she did not expect any customers to still be in the dining room, and definitely not one being serviced by her entire staff. She was at least five foot ten in her high-heeled shoes with long dancer's legs. Her skirt was a few inches above her knees as is the current fashion. She was dressed conservatively in a grey suit, which was to be expected for her position. Her business attire could not hide her shapely body. Her breasts were easily as large as Gina's. Her waist narrowed perfectly over her flaring hips. Her straight blonde hair cascaded to the middle of her back. Even from forty feet away, her azure eyes beckoned me.
I stood up and went to her. She stepped back and found her retreat blocked by a wall. "My name is Chuck," I said holding out my hand to her.
"I'm Jill, the manager," she said nervously. "What's going on here?" She wouldn't shake my hand, so I let it fall to my side.
"My wife found Armand attractive," I said. "We couldn't persuade him to follow us home, so she opted to take on the whole crew instead. Isn't she beautiful?"
"Ah...yeah...she's pretty."
"She sure is having fun."
"This really isn't proper. I should fire all of them. This is a respectable restaurant."
"What time does this shift come to work?"
"Four o'clock. Why?"
I looked at my watch. "It's eleven-thirty. You would have sixteen and a half hours to interview, hire, and train seven new people. Do you think you could do that?"
"You've got to be kidding."
"If you fired all of them, that's what you would have to do." I gestured at Gina and her eager crew of lovers. "Have you ever done anything like that?"
"Are you crazy? That's perverted."
"Can't you stand that much attention?"
"It's not that. I can't sleep with those men; they work for me."
"Would you like a closer look? There's no rule against looking, is there?"
"No." She tentatively took a step away from the wall. "Doesn't it bother you to have all those men...ah..what's the word I want?"
"Fucking?"
"Yeah. Fucking. They're all fucking your wife." She took another step. I put my hands in my pockets.
"She's loving it. That's what counts." The waiter was replaced by the chef between Gina's open legs. Jill looked at me half in fear, half with desire.
"They're just using her."