Waiting Small Dinners
My third year in college, I wound up with a small part time job of waiting tables in the small private dining room at the university. Usually it was two or three times a month they needed me so it worked out great. We were also allowed to accept tips and I did quite well. All the girls were nice, but I quickly realized I was among the nicest looking ones, and definitely had a very nice figure. That plus my playing up to the main host never hurt.
One evening after a small dinner of eight, everyone had left but the host. He'd paid the bill at the office and came back while I was still cleaning up. He was glad I was still there, and came over very close to me. If it were just any man I would have been uncomfortable with how close he stood to me. Certainly it was invading my personal space, but I didn't mind because I saw money in his hand and knew what he probably was going to do; tip me well.
He said some nice things...mostly about me and my looks...before he handed me two $100 bills. That was the most I'd ever been given, by a huge margin. I tried to be gracious and tell him it was too much, but he insisted I keep it saying it was worth it to help out my education and he'd be having future dinners and asking for me if that was OK with me. I said sure, absolutely, it would be a pleasure to serve you again. And that was how my friendship with Samuel started.
Three weeks later the dinning service notified me that I had been requested for a dinner in about 10 days, asking if I could serve. My answer was quick since I expected, correctly, that it was Samuel's company. At that dinner he had his usual half dozen guests from some local company that he did business with. The dinner went well and everyone seemed pleased. Sam had ushered all his guests out when he came back to me with an envelope in his hand. He was very pleased and since the envelope was sealed I just paid attention to him and stuck the envelope in my pocket. He said some very nice things, some of which were clearly a bit much for me...a single college woman...to be hearing from a man sporting a wedding ring on his finger.
"Amy you are so nice looking...giving us great service...and such a nice personality...that I would like the opportunity to get to know you better. Do you think that is possible?"
"You are really nice too, and I enjoy serving you and your business friends. What did you have in mind?"
"Well after I finish my short seven o'clock meeting I will be back in my room at the Northstar for the rest of the evening and... uh...well...would love it if you could stop by for a while."
Now I'd never been propositioned quite so obviously before, but I didn't mistake what he had said. It was interesting too that what he'd given me then was in an envelope and the two times before had always been just been the bare money. It had also felt a bit thick, and while I was not wanting to please him just for the money...he was a nice man...and I already had the money...so I could go or not go.
