Wishful Thinking/Ordering Up
From Create Your Own Story
You enter the restaurant to find it already bustling with the lunch crowd. The concierge is on the phone, "Yes, we look forward to seeing you..." he says before hanging up and finishing his notes. He looks up. "Ah, what can I do for you fine ladies this afternoon?"
"We're looking for a seat," you say.
"Ah.. unfortunately we are booked until..." The concierge looks through his registry," ...at least three... if you'd be willing to come back then we would be more than happy to serve you."
"Three? That long?" Ginger says.
"Yes, we happen to be really busy today. I don't know, must be the music festival going on. I'm sorry I can't do any better," the man genuinely says.
"Well..." you think aloud, "suppose there were some people who were to suddenly cancel."
"Well, I'd have to seat the next in line of course." he says.
"You sure you couldn't put our names in that slot instead?" you hint.
"I'm sorry," he says, a little uncomfortable at the way you're looking at him, "I'd love to let you ladies in, but it wouldn't be fair to the other customers. "
"Oh, we'd consider it a very big favor if you were to... slot us in," Ginger implies, catching on to your game. "These guys here would never know."
"I... uh," you casually brush the young man's arm and give him a pouty glare, "Ok, look, in the odd chance that someone were to cancel... *sigh* fine, I'll sneak you guys in..."
The phone rings.
"Chez Xavier, how can I? What's that? Cancelling? Um... ok," he gives you a strange look, "Uh, yes. Thanks for... I'm sure I didn't need to know that. No, I find that strange too. No, wives don't usually run around naked spraying the neighbors with the hose... yeah, it'd probably be a good idea to call a doctor or the police... you have a good day too..."
The brown haired employee looks at the three of you, with almost a suspicious glance. "I just happen to have a table open for you..."
...
Finally seated, the three of you pick your meals while engaging in some small talk.
"I wonder what Beth is up to right now?" Ginger asks.
"Hmm... I know!" You pull out your brand new iPod media player and hand it to her. "We've got a live magical feed on her!"
"Hey, nice quality! Oh my God! That little minx! Check it out!" Ginger says.
You glance at the image of Beth as she and Paul are behind the indoor gym bleachers. There's a class going on, but no one notices the couple. Beth is in the middle of a little dance performance that has seen her remove most of her clothing. She is down to her bra and panties as she shakes her hips like a pro. You watch as she pulls her panties down, sticking her ass out for Paul's pleasure. A little wiggle gives him a big grin. She looks back and smiles at him. She stands up again and gyrates her pussy close to his face, spreading her labia wide to allow Paul to lick inside.
"Oh, I'm afraid I'm going to have to ask you to put that away."
You look up at the waitress, who's gotten a good view of what you were just watching.
"Some patrons might get offended," she says with a wink.
"Oh! So sorry," you say. Ginger pockets the iPod.
"Have you ladies made up your minds?" the waitress asks.
"I'll have the lasagna," Ginger says. You opt for the Chicken Primavera.
"I..." Amina starts. She has been studying the menu ever since you were seated. "I'll have what she's having.." she answers, shyly.
"Say," Ginger asks the waitress, "What's the name of that guy up front?"
"The concierge?" The lady asks, looking in that direction, "That's Jacob. He's a nice guy. I think he's single. Poor guy's a sap though, lets people take advantage of him all the time."
"You ever...?" you ask.
"Me? No!" she says, brushing off the idea, "I'm already seeing someone. Jacob's cool and all, but he's kind of a dunderhead when it comes to ladies. Like I said, he's like puddy when he's around one he really likes."
With that thought the waitress, who's name tag identifies her as Diane, drops off your drinks and takes your menus away. You ponder what to do to pass the time.
"Hey, Ginger... you interested," you says, nudging back towards Jacob.
"Maybe..." Ginger thinks, "Unless you are...?"
