High Voltage/Get Ready for Work13L
From Create Your Own Story
I went home and changed into my work uniform. It consisted of jeans and a black tee shirt that scooped down to prominently display my cleavage. Once dressed, I got in my car and drove to work. Making it with minutes to spare. As I was walking into the building, I realized how preposterous this situation was. Even though Lauren had given me brief guidance the night before, it would still be impossible for me to navigate this situation. How was I supposed to be a good waitress when I didn't know the menu or who anyone was?
"Good Afternoon Lauren," someone said from behind me. I turned around to see a man dressed in a button-down shirt tucked into a pair of khaki pants. He must be part of the management. "The new nametags came in this morning," he said, reaching into a bag and pulling one out with my name on it. I looked it over as he continued talking, "It's got the Minutemen logo on it, so we can all show our JSU pride!" I quickly got a glimpse of his name tag as he walked away. He was Mark.
I pinned the nametag to my shirt and walked out towards the dining room. I had no idea what to do.
"Hey Lauren!" another employee said while waving at me from the bar.
I smiled as if I recognized him and walked over. "Hey," I scanned his nametag, "Jake, how's it going?"
"Slow morning so far, but we've got Monday Night Football tonight, so that should keep things busy. How about you? I heard through the grapevine that you and Shawn split up?"
I nodded my head, "Yeah, things weren't really working out."
"I'm sorry to hear that," he said.
Mark came back towards the bar, "Lauren, you've got a party of four at table 13."
I nodded my head and walked over to the group. Thankfully the restaurant was mostly empty at this time of day and it wasn't hard to figure out which table I was supposed to go to.
I smiled as I approached them, "Hi, I'm Lauren and I'll be your server today. Can I get you anything to drink?"
I pulled out my notebook and wrote down the drinks as they said them. The father wanted a beer, the wife a Sprite, the smaller child a Coke, and the other child a root beer.
I went over to the computer station and placed their orders, soon enough, Jake had a little tray with the four drinks on them. I went back over to the table and gave the beer to the father, the sprite to the woman, and then put down the coke and root beer in front of the two kids. I had already forgotten who had order which one and they looked too similar for me to tell them apart even if I did know.
My first table went smooth, as did the rest of the afternoon. Thankfully the slow afternoon allowed me to get the hang of waitressing. The dinner crowd began to pick up around 6, and I was thankful the football game would not be starting until after I left. The make-up of the crowd changed as well as the families were replaced by more college-age students looking for cheap game-night wings. As the crowd got younger, I leaned forward more while talking and while bringing beers to the tables. I watched as the eyes left my face and dropped to my chest, I wondered if I had always been the obvious.
It was 7:30 and I was working my last table of the night. "Lauren!" one of my guests shouted. "We need another round!" I scurried over to the bar and picked up another three beers for the guys, placing them down on the table. One of the guys took his hand off the table and firmly gripped my ass.
Should I:
