This is written for my friend, Anthony.
Author's note -- If you've read a couple of my other stories, you may recall that I worked part time as a waiter on Long Island in an Italian restaurant during my years as an undergrad. My very best friend was another waiter by the name of Anthony. He was 18 or 19 at the time this happened. Karma will bite you in the ass, my friends!
It was a typically busy Saturday night at the restaurant. I was a server at P_____________'s on Long Island for a couple of years on and off during my undergrad years and enjoyed the comradery of my fellow waiters and bus staff as well as the kitchen. The restaurant was family-owned Italian cuisine and while it was small, it was fairly upscale.
I had been there for about a year when Aldo hired Anthony. He was a tall, somewhat shy, Italian boy, who was the cousin of someone in the family back in Naples and migrated to the United States right after school ended.
Anthony was put under my wing to learn the ropes. His English was good, but he was unaccustomed to dealing with New Yorkers and became the brunt of jokes by the local patrons who loved to tease him because he was so formal and polite to everyone.
Physically, he was about 6'1, just a hair shorter than me, but he was leaner with a shock of very black hair that sat like a mop on his head and a five o'clock shadow that made him look a little wild and unkempt. The women who worked at the restaurant loved to mother him and the MILFS and wives that came to dinner with their husbands loved to check him out when the husbands weren't looking. He was "cute" and sexy at the same time and reminded us of a wild horse -- the Italian word for wild horse was Cavallo selvaggio, so we gave him the nickname of Cav. But his looks weren't the only reason for his name. Anthony was "blessed" in other ways -- the first time one of the guys saw his endowment in the men's room, they kidded him relentlessly about his size and called him Horse cock, so the "Cav" stuck.
There were certain couples that we considered regulars and loved serving them. They were pleasant and tipped well and the servers and waitstaff established a rapport with them over time. Because the restaurant was close to a country club in Nassau County, we would get a lot of ladies in their white tennis outfits who would stop in for midafternoon drinks with their girlfriends. To me, there was nothing sexier than short skirts and tight little tops and I had my share of friends who would tease me.
But as much as they loved flirting with me, they absolutely adored Cav and would ask for him to serve them -- by the third or fourth cocktail, they were openly checking him out and would call over to the bar and say, "Anthony, please bring us another round, darling!" When he brought their drinks, they would make lewd comments to one another about his tight little ass and how they'd love to bring him home. It was all good fun.
Everything changed one Saturday evening when a new couple came in for dinner. The reservation was under Anderson, but it might as well have been Asshole. The husband looked to be in his early forties, with thinning hair, a belly and an attitude that just reeked of contempt. His wife was younger, slender and absolutely gorgeous. We guessed that she was about thirty, with blonde highlights, a tight little body and smallish breasts. As soon as they walked in that first night, we turned to one another and said, "Trophy wife".
Cav was their server that night.
After they were seated, he worked his way over to their table, squatted down to eye level and introduced himself.
"Good evening. My name is Anthony and I have the pleasure of serving you tonight. May I start you with a glass of wine or cocktail while you look over the menu?"
The woman looked at him and beamed. The husband scowled.
She said, "Hello Anthony...thank you. This is our first time here so open to suggestions?"
The husband rolled his eyes at his wife's friendliness, turned to Cav and said, "Whiskey neat -- Jamison -- tall."
Cav nodded and then shift to the woman and waited. Her blue eyes shone, and her smile lit up the room. While he tried to maintain some semblance of decorum and respect, he felt his cock harden a little. She was wearing a fitted dress that matched her eye color -- it was conservative but short and showed off her tanned legs a little.
Cav said, "And you, Miss? A cocktail or perhaps a glass of wine?"
Hearing "Miss" made her smile, but she looked quickly over to her husband to make sure he wasn't upset by the idea that they might not be married. But he was looking over the menu and if he heard, he didn't say anything.
"I'll have a glass of Merlot please, Anthony... Thank you so very much!"
Cav smiled at her, nodded and said he'd give them a few minutes to look over everything and would be back to tell them about the specials.
I was standing over by the kitchen when he walked by to go to the bar and I whispered to him, "She's stunning -- beauty and the beast...Cav grinned but said nothing.
Once the bartender made the drinks, Cav looked over at the couple and saw the wife looking at him and smiling. The husband was looking at his phone but glanced over to her and then followed her gaze to see what she was looking at. When he spied Cav, he snapped at her, and she looked away and then down.
Cav brought the drinks over to the table and placed the merlot down first.
"For you, Miss..." he said.
He placed the whiskey down in front of the husband and said, "For you, sir."
The husband scowled at Cav but said nothing. Cav asked if they had any questions about the menu and offered to tell them about the specials, but the husband cut him off in mid-sentence.
"I'll take the filet mignon -- medium rare -- tell the chef if it's wrong, it's coming back." He barked.
His words made her wince and she put her hand on top of his to settle him down. It was the wrong move. He pulled his hand out from under hers and threw his napkin down on the table, got up and walked away.
The wife smiled weakly at Cav and said, "Sorry about that, Anthony...my husband gets 'hangry' when he's between meals -- please don't take it personally."
Cav smile and said his dad was the same way and no worries.
"What can I get you, Miss?" he asked.
The blonde smiled and asked about the specials. She picked a scallop dish with vegetable medley of the specials and Cav nodded.
"Great choice...I've had it myself...it's quite tasty..." he said, reaching for the menus from her hand.
She gave him a little smile and a half wink and said, "Tasty is good..."
Cav picked up the little flirtation in her voice and grinned.
"Yes, it is...very appetizing..."
As he took the menus from her hand, his fingers touched hers lightly and she blushed a little. As he was walking away to put the order in, he glanced back at the table and caught her checking out his ass... He got hard immediately.
