The restaurant was very quiet, even with the lunch rush. The waitresses mostly kept busy checking in on the customers, a few having been sent home.
Lacy, the head waitress was limping ever so slightly, her legs, amongst other parts of her body, sore from the night before. She groaned with each step, her back and most of her lower body inflamed. She mentally kicked herself for not calling in today or even requesting off. She had plenty of heads up for the party to have done so. She brushed her long, dark brown hair back past her ear, picking up her last customers' tip. Her average frame kept her apron low below her prominent chest. She tucked the money into her front pocket and began gathering up the abandoned lunch menus and wiping them down so as to put out the dinner versions.
Shaking her head, Lacy spotted the clock. It was finally time for her break. She dredged through the kitchen and out the back, sitting down. Her skirt raised upward as she spread her legs, hoping for some relief. She pulled her cigarettes out, lighting one up as her phone buzzed. Since the party last night, it'd been going off quite a bit. With an audible sigh, exhaling a vast puff of smoke, Lacy pulled out her phone and began skimming the texts.
[Unknown Number] - hey, I hope this is that blonde bitch that gave great head last night. you seemed to enjoy the return service. Im down to 69 anytime you want.
With a disgusted frown, Lacy immediately deleted the message and moved on.
[Unknown Number] - Group: I'm not sure who's phone this is but if you had a blast last night, reply. I'm the guy with the long fingers and I enjoyed everybody so please, if you're dtf, hit me up.
Lacy shivered in the warm night as she was reminded of the bony digits. Holding down the message to delete it, she suddenly recalled his pleasant-tasting member and hesitated. Shaking her head with finality, she deleted it anyway. Alcohol can make anything taste good, in her experience.
[Reggy] - Drinks last night after the orgy was great. Thanks for the offer. I'm not really bi but you've got me curious. If you wanna hang out Tuesday, let me know.
Lacy's eyes widened as she tried to recall the mentioned event. After a while, the orgy did end up just being a pile of bodies. It's highly possible, she picked up a bat for the opposing team. Lacy debated exploring the option and decided to leave the message alone.
[Unknown Number] - Hey, I'm the redhead with the six-pack. If you wanna fool around some more, do let me know. I'm free anytime.
She strained hard for this one, trying to remember as three faces appeared, two male and one female. Lacy took a last drag on the cigarette before tossing the butt and standing. She rose bow-legged, still chafed and red. She deleted the text, not bothering to even try to figure out who it had been.
Lacy turned around and began to head inside as the phone buzzed one last time, almost safely in her pocket. Drawing it back out, she checked the text.
[Van] - Hey, I'm not sure if I got the right chick last night or even if you're still interested but we went about five rounds and you had my phone for the third before you lost control, so I believe this is the right number. Anyway, I absolutely loved riding you and you riding me and all that so if you wanna get a drink or well, fuck again, let me know.
That one required no tough recollection. She moistened just thinking about the thirty or so minutes they spent together. Lacy definitely needed to respond to him. She quickly checked the calender in the office as she came back into the restaurant and referenced it against her phone calendar. She had one more shift tomorrow and then would have two days free.
She grumbled, imagining that it might as well be a week away, rather than the twenty-four hours or so it actually would be. The line cooks caught her audible mumbles and a couple of them laughed. No doubt they had caught on as she no longer tried to hide her gait. Whispered jokes of a new boyfriend caught her attention but she did not respond.
Maybe if she was lucky, they wouldn't just be jokes after tomorrow.
Lacy, the head waitress was limping ever so slightly, her legs, amongst other parts of her body, sore from the night before. She groaned with each step, her back and most of her lower body inflamed. She mentally kicked herself for not calling in today or even requesting off. She had plenty of heads up for the party to have done so. She brushed her long, dark brown hair back past her ear, picking up her last customers' tip. Her average frame kept her apron low below her prominent chest. She tucked the money into her front pocket and began gathering up the abandoned lunch menus and wiping them down so as to put out the dinner versions.
Shaking her head, Lacy spotted the clock. It was finally time for her break. She dredged through the kitchen and out the back, sitting down. Her skirt raised upward as she spread her legs, hoping for some relief. She pulled her cigarettes out, lighting one up as her phone buzzed. Since the party last night, it'd been going off quite a bit. With an audible sigh, exhaling a vast puff of smoke, Lacy pulled out her phone and began skimming the texts.
[Unknown Number] - hey, I hope this is that blonde bitch that gave great head last night. you seemed to enjoy the return service. Im down to 69 anytime you want.
With a disgusted frown, Lacy immediately deleted the message and moved on.
[Unknown Number] - Group: I'm not sure who's phone this is but if you had a blast last night, reply. I'm the guy with the long fingers and I enjoyed everybody so please, if you're dtf, hit me up.
Lacy shivered in the warm night as she was reminded of the bony digits. Holding down the message to delete it, she suddenly recalled his pleasant-tasting member and hesitated. Shaking her head with finality, she deleted it anyway. Alcohol can make anything taste good, in her experience.
[Reggy] - Drinks last night after the orgy was great. Thanks for the offer. I'm not really bi but you've got me curious. If you wanna hang out Tuesday, let me know.
Lacy's eyes widened as she tried to recall the mentioned event. After a while, the orgy did end up just being a pile of bodies. It's highly possible, she picked up a bat for the opposing team. Lacy debated exploring the option and decided to leave the message alone.
[Unknown Number] - Hey, I'm the redhead with the six-pack. If you wanna fool around some more, do let me know. I'm free anytime.
She strained hard for this one, trying to remember as three faces appeared, two male and one female. Lacy took a last drag on the cigarette before tossing the butt and standing. She rose bow-legged, still chafed and red. She deleted the text, not bothering to even try to figure out who it had been.
Lacy turned around and began to head inside as the phone buzzed one last time, almost safely in her pocket. Drawing it back out, she checked the text.
[Van] - Hey, I'm not sure if I got the right chick last night or even if you're still interested but we went about five rounds and you had my phone for the third before you lost control, so I believe this is the right number. Anyway, I absolutely loved riding you and you riding me and all that so if you wanna get a drink or well, fuck again, let me know.
That one required no tough recollection. She moistened just thinking about the thirty or so minutes they spent together. Lacy definitely needed to respond to him. She quickly checked the calender in the office as she came back into the restaurant and referenced it against her phone calendar. She had one more shift tomorrow and then would have two days free.
She grumbled, imagining that it might as well be a week away, rather than the twenty-four hours or so it actually would be. The line cooks caught her audible mumbles and a couple of them laughed. No doubt they had caught on as she no longer tried to hide her gait. Whispered jokes of a new boyfriend caught her attention but she did not respond.
Maybe if she was lucky, they wouldn't just be jokes after tomorrow.
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