"Ugh! I hate this place," Audrey grunted into her sleeve, as she wiped sweat from her brow.
This place being Enzo's, the upscale Italian restaurant she waited at in uptown D.C.
She quickly picked up the two plates of spaghetti and meatballs, and rushed out of the kitchen to serve her customers. Her long, curly ponytail brushed against her shoulder blades as she made her way through the tables in the dining room. Her long legs, so tired from moving around all day, not seeming to move fast enough to her customers' table. When she finally got there, she placed the plates on the table.
"Alright, here are your two spaghettis. Is there anything else I can get for you?" Audrey said through gritted teeth as she forced a smile, and shown bright eyes to the couple sitting in front of her. Something she was almost too good at.
The pale woman with tacky fire-engine red hair cleared her throat obnoxiously, and pursed her red painted lips harshly. "As I recall, I asked for no garlic in my spaghetti sauce. And, there's clearly a huge clove of garlic right here." The woman stared up at Audrey as if she were stupid.
Audrey quickly picked up the plate.
"And, I am so sorry about that. I will have that fixed for you in no time." She said, before she turned on her heels, back towards the kitchen.
"Who the fuck would eat at an Italian restaurant if they don't like garlic." She thought as she pushed through the kitchen door.
"What now? Why are you bringing dishes back when its your last table, Audrey?" The young, handsome sous chef yelled across the kitchen towards Audrey.
"No garlic." She stated, as she dumped the spaghetti into the compost bag, and put the plate on a cart of dirty dishes that looked as if it would topple to the floor at any second.
Dylan, the sous chef stared at her blankly. He was tall, standing at about 6"2' with very short blonde hair. He had some of the bluest eyes Audrey had ever seen, with a lean, muscular body. He was drop-dead gorgeous, to say the least. Not to mention, he was witty, sarcastic, and wickedly intelligent. Audrey and Dylan were pretty close friends, and the other waitresses always tried to push Audrey to ask him out. But, Dylan wasn't really her "type".
"I'd really love to meet the person who wants no garlic in their Italian food. If it has no garlic, I don't even think its considered Italian!" He yelled, as he threw another pan on to the stove so he could fire up more tomato sauce.
Audrey giggled at Dylan's outburst. "I thought the same thing." she added, putting her hands on her hips.
"I didn't like Susan at all, but why did she have to go and get herself fired. Handling all these tables is hell." He stared down at the pan, referring to the last executive chef at Enzo's, who met her demise just like the million of chefs before her. They just didn't seem to last too long there.
"Well, at least this is your last day of it. The new chef is coming in tomorrow. I heard he's pretty amazing." Audrey said, flashing a smile at Dylan. He always seemed to make her smile without even trying.
"I hope he is. I couldn't take too much more of this."
"I can't take too much of this lady-bitch at my table. I'm trying to get her fat ass out of here, so I can go home." Audrey huffed, watching the pan of tomato sauce intently, hoping it would cook faster under her gaze.
Dylan winked at her. "Got plans, I'm assuming."
Audrey winked back. "You know I do!"
"You, Ms. Audrey, are a forced to be reckoned with."
Audrey let out a chuckle, as she watched Dylan plate the spaghetti. She started to feel relief for the first time since her shift started. Once this table left, she was free to get home to those plans she had.
* * * * *
Audrey had been home for 20 minutes, before she heard a knock on the door to her apartment. Those 20 minutes barely allowed her enough time to wash away the grime and muck after her shift at Enzo's.
"She can wait." She mumbled to herself as she looked in the mirror.
Her dark brown eyes took in her reflection, from her wild curly hair, milk chocolate skin, small nose, down to the lips she always wished were fuller. She was wearing a black bra, and purple and black striped boy shorts. She slid her hands down her front, feeling her nipple piercings through her bra, and adjusting her navel ring. She went onto her tiptoes and pivoted, getting a quick look at her muscular, yet feminine butt. She put her hair into a bun and walked towards the front door. She looked through the peep hole and giggled.
"Now, this girl is so my type." she thought as she opened the front door for the beautiful, brown-skinned Dominican girl standing on the other side of it.
"What took you so long, baby?" Thalia whined, before she leaned up to kiss Audrey on her lips.
Thalia and Audrey kind of looked alike. Actually, when they were in public, they were often asked if they were related.
They both had the same wild hair, same dark brown eyes, and almost the same skin tone. But, Thalia had an exotic air about her. She had full lips, that matched her sensual curvy body, while Audrey was slimmer, having more of an athlete's body. Audrey was almost 5"10', while Thalia was barely pushing 5"5'.
Thalia and Audrey met at their local grocery store, and Audrey put on her charm so she could get the girl's phone number. They'd been together ever since. Well, not really together. While Audrey had long ago come to terms with the fact that she was a lesbian (which was hard to do her in Caribbean family), Thalia still found it an uncomfortable topic, and never even considered telling her family. And Audrey had no deep-rooted problems with that, although it was annoying. Though she was undoubtedly attracted to Thalia, she found her to be needy and insanely clingy. Audrey had no interest in a honest relationship with her, but had a large interest with her body, and the things she could do with it.
Audrey pushed her body against Thalia's as she slipped her tongue into her mouth. Their tongues danced together, before Audrey started to pull away to leave tiny kisses along Thalia's jaw, down to her neck.
Thalia, forgetting the question she had even asked Audrey, slid her hands up along her lover's sides, her fingers swirling patterns against her skin. Audrey's hands moved up under Thalia's sun dress to rest on her luscious ass. Thalia groaned, and pulled away reluctantly, to hold up a plastic bag.
"I brought food." Thalia cooed, cocking an eyebrow up at Audrey, who took the bags from her, and placed them on the ground.
Audrey took Thalia's hand, and started to lead her towards the bedroom.
