High Voltage/Tell Jake yes4
From Create Your Own Story
"That sounds like a good idea to me," I told Jake with a smile.
"Terrific!" he said, as he clapped his hands.
The rest of the afternoon went my smoothly. 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:
