Sweet Tea

Extra Sugar Please

"Hello, my name is Mila, I'll be your server for the evening. Can I start you out with something to drink?"

The group looked at me in unison, a mixture of blues and greens and browns staring at me, uninterested. There were two females sitting amongst the group of five, and they looked as if they honestly wanted to be anywhere but in the restaurant renowned for women with large breast as waitresses.

The guy closest to me was the first to speak with sparkling blue eyes, clearing his throat before speaking. "I'll have a beer, a Corona with lime, and my friend here," he says before looking at the blond girl next to him, who looked as if she was going to die because he called her his friend, "will have a lemonade."

I nod before taking the rest of the tables order. The other remaining girl looked at my with distaste as she gave me her drink, the guys on the other hand were looking ever so more interested as the ever long seconds began to tick by. "Okay," I say and tuck the little booklet with their order away, "I'll be right back with your drinks."

Turning slowly on my toes, I perch my hips and begin to sway as I walk. There was a low wolf whistle from someone ate the table, I'm not sure which of them had done it, but it was then I knew I'd have a nice tip from that table. Sliding the small sheet across to the bartender, Calvin, took the paper, glancing before crumbling it and throwing it in the closest basket.

"Y'know," he started as he began on the drinks, "It's really not fair to use your...assets to get extra tip money." His eyes trailed suggestively, dragging out the S' in assets. Placing a small circular tray on the counter, he grabs a Corona from the cooler and place it on the tray, a small bowl of lime next to it.

"Uh, uh, uh. May I remind you-,"

"Like you always so kindly do." He interjects.

"That I am indeed a Hooters waitress. I am literally paid to use my body, or assets, to get more from people." He pours two glasses of lemonade, a glass of Guinness and a Jack Daniels with Coke. He places them all on the tray and slides it toward me.

"Well, I can think of a way that you can also put those assets to good use." He says, and leans over the counter and winks.

I laugh. It's always the same song and dance with him. "Will I be getting paid for doing this other way?"

He shrugs, "Not necessarily."

"Then I'm not interested." Picking up the tray and flashing him a smile, I walk back to the table with the stink eyed girls and the suddenly interesting men and place their drinks in front of them. Taking the bottle opener from the my apron, I pop the top of the bottle as Mr. Blue Eyes stares at me. And there it is, that spark of lust I was waiting for. Poor guy doesn't even know he's been targeted. Slowly, my tongue sweeps over my bottom lip and I can't help the seductive smile.

"Here are your drinks. Can I start you guys off with an appetizer or would you like to order your entrees?" As everyone looks down at their menus I continue to lock eyes with Mr. Blue Eyes, and just because I know no one is paying attention to us, I lick the inside of the bottle cap with the tip of my tongue. His breath catches in his throat.

The guy with the bottled blond smiled as his eyes trailed to my semi exposed cleavage. "I know what I want."

Slowly I smile, narrowing my eyes and thrusting an eyebrow. "What can I do for you?"

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Making my way into the kitchen, I clip the sheet with the tables orders on the rotation. Eddie, the kitchen manager, snatches the sheet and yells the order.

"Hey, Eddie!" I yell over the hustle and bustle of the kitchen staff. As he looks my way I wave him over.

There are certain perks that comes with having seniority, especially since I've been working here since undergrad years. Eddie and I go way back, when I started as a greeter and he was still high in management. Needless to say he's been like my body guard since I've started here. A big brother in a sense.