The night started out like any other night at the restaurant. I was making a killing in tips, thanks to my abundant flirting. I could only guess that my 21 year old body wrapped in the uniform didn’t hurt either. The uniform was the traditional tight white shirt and the orange shorts. We were also required to wear pantyhose and sneakers to complete the look.
I have to say my 36C-24-35 body looked incredibly hot in the uniform and my manager, Mr. Simpson, insisted on giving me a size under what I usually wear. This resulted in lots of cleavage bursting out of the top of the low-cut shirt and the shorts riding high up on my hips, letting quite a bit of cheek hang out. Yes, I think the uniform contributed greatly to the amount of my tips.
I had been at the restaurant for about a year and that allowed me to make quite a few friends among the other waitresses and establish a long list of regulars. I had a few of my regulars in this particular night and the waitress crew was all of my closest friends. I was in a good mood and it had the makings of a fun night.
One particular table had two of my best customers and I decided to have fun with them. I stood very close to them while taking their order. When I brought anything to their table I would lean over in front of one of them, bringing my cleavage right in front of their face. I could tell they were enjoying this by the big smiles on their faces. One time I even put my arm around one of them and hugged him. Since he was sitting at a low table this brought his face very close to my chest. I could feel his breath on the top of my breasts. I would get a big tip from them tonight.
A little later I returned to their table and picked up a plate. There was another table close by so I had to squeeze through a small opening. In squeezing through my breasts rubbed along the back of the lucky guy. I guess I could have gone around but this was much more fun. His smile lasted about 15 minutes.
My friend Kristi noticed what I was doing and she was teasing me about it. Kristi is my closest friend and the most beautiful girl I have ever seen. She is blonde like me with a smoking body. Her measurements are 38-25-36 and she is in fantastic shape. We work out together and you could say she has a hard body. Many people say we could be sisters but I think she is much prettier than I.
Pam was also working tonight. Pam is a brunette with a tight little body. Her breasts are small, I would guess 34, but her waist is tiny and her little ass sticks out on top of her gorgeous legs. Her ass probably gets more attention from customers than anything else in the restaurant on her nights to work. The only issue with Pam is she is a spitfire, she tells people exactly what she is thinking. Sometimes this can create a problem, especially when a customer gets a little too friendly and she announces it to the whole restaurant.
Another waitress on tonight is Brenda. She also has a very nice body and her breasts are her best feature. She also receives a too-small shirt from our illustrious manager. Her breasts are a little bigger than mine though and she has trouble keeping them from popping right out of the front. The shirt in fact sits lower than her bra, creating a very sexy look. In fact, all of our bras are pretty visible due to the sheerness of the shirts so we have to be careful to wear pretty bras.
The last girl on tonight is Tammy. Tammy is a little heavier than the rest of us. She has large breasts but she also has rolls around her midsection which the uniform does not showcase very well. Tammy is a sweet girl, though and we have a lot of fun.
As I said, the night was going well. I had already made a couple of hundred in tips and there was plenty of night left. It was about 9 o’clock when Tommy came in. Tommy used to be a cook until he was fired a couple of weeks ago. Our manager caught him stealing from one of the registers. Tommy raised quite a ruckus and claimed he didn’t do it but he was fired anyway.
Tommy walked in and smiled as he passed me on the way to the back.
“Hello, sweet Holli” he said.
“Hi Tommy” I answered.
I had always liked Tommy. I thought he was sweet but he did always seem a little angry. He was black and he grew up in a tough neighborhood. I felt kinda sorry for him so I always tried to be nice to him. Pam, on the other hand, made no bones about the fact she thought he was a thug and the other girls just ignored him for the most part.
He went in the back and disappeared. I had lots of customers so I didn’t pay him much attention. I paid attention about 5 minutes later when he came back out, with Mr. Simpson in front of him. Mr. Simpson’s hands were bound together with duct tape and his mouth was covered in tape. Tommy was holding a gun to his back and leading him out into the dining room.
A couple of the girls screamed and a couple of customers moved towards the door. It was then I noticed two very large black men with guns blocking the door. The customers shrunk back to their seats.
Tommy walked Mr. Simpson to the middle of the restaurant. He motioned to his left and I noticed another black guy step out of the crowd. This guy took Mr. Simpson’s hands and tied a rope around them. He then threw the rope around a beam in the ceiling and pulled it tight. He tied it to a pole, securing Mr. Simpson with his hands in the air.
Tommy stepped up on a table. You could have heard a pin drop.
“Welcome, ladies and gentlemen, to my birthday party. You see, I just turned 22 and I decided to have a party. However, Mr. Simpson here fired me two weeks ago so I thought I would have my party here.” Tommy announced.
“I would like all of the girls to go and stand next to one of your tables.” He said.
Nobody moved. I was too scared and I can only assume everyone felt the same.
“NOW!” Tommy screamed.
This broke me out of my frozen state and I scurried over next to one of my tables. I noticed the other girls did the same.
“Much better.” Tommy said.
“You must understand people that I know how to use this and I am not afraid to make an example out of the first fool that tries something stupid.” He said as he waved the pistol around.
Tommy stepped down from the table and walked over to Pam. She was standing next to a table in the center of the room, close to where Mr. Simpson was standing.
Tommy looked up at Mr. Simpson and said: “Take a good look, prick, because everything that happens tonight is your fault. I just wanted you and everyone here to know that.”
He turned back to Pam and looked at her right in the eye.
“I thought we would start with you since you were always so sweet.” Tommy chuckled.
Pam looked right at him and said “Fuck You” very slowly.
“Ah, Pam, just how I remember you.” Tommy said.
He turned to one of the guys at the table and said, “Nice tits, huh?” pointing the gun at Pam’s chest. The guy shook his head yes.
“Wouldn’t you like to see them a little better?” He asked.
The guy shook his head again. Tommy grabbed Pam’s arm and pulled her directly in front of the guy at the table. Tommy picked up a steak knife and lifted it towards her chest. Pam drew in her breath and flinched.
“Don’t worry sweetie, I am not going to hurt you, yet” Tommy said.
He grabbed the front of her shirt and made a small cut in the middle. He pushed her back towards the guy.
“Tear it open” He said to the customer.