Morrison
I had been waiting tables every summer for the past 5 summers trying to put myself through school. From the sandy beaches of Cape Cod to the hustle of Newport, and seemingly everywhere inbetween. It's a good living between writing my thesis and testing the boundaries of young college coeds. With no support from my family or friends I simply worked as much as I possibly could, saving and saving with only my degree in mind. All work and no play makes people dull, and so I play as hard as I work. Being in the service industry I get to meet all kinds of crazy and wonderful people, and working late into the night usually meant that the darker it got outside the crazier it got inside. My resturaunt was well known for it's staff....all young and mostly beautiful. All by design from the owners, who had a nose for knowing what kind of mix would be pleasing to the eye and in turn, to their pockets. THe money I made was almost secondary now because of all the beautiful girls I worked with and the bond I'd forged with the kitchen staff. Those guys knew how to party and were never afraid to share the wealth. Drugs and alchohol were simply a staple of our lives in the summertime, like going to the beach to bake off a hangover or trying to get out early so you could hit the bar that much earlier. We were all close and the people that came into the resturaunt could feel that, and it in turn made them much more comfortable while eating and drinking. All in all it was a great place for me at this time...young and handsome and looking to experience everything and everyone.
Tonight was a late night. I had a couple of women come in 10 minutes before closing and I was late guy yet again. The bartender, a good friend of mine, and I had been drinking very cheap red wine for the past couple of hours trying to get a head start on the evening. My head was swimming ever so lightly with visions of the sun coming up with a case of beer and a lady friend. It was Sunday and most of the weekend people had already left, which meant that everyone would be a little more apt to let loose and have fun.
Turning to my bartender friend, I asked him if he had an idea how old they were.
" Early 30's...they look like soccer moms." He said, and I agreed. They were well dressed with large diamonds on both of their ring fingers. I tend to do well waiting tables with women of this age. I have moderate good looks, but I've always done well with girls. It's an inner confidence, maybe even arrogance...mixed with an eager to learn fever with the female anatomy. I drank the last sip of my wine and headed over....
I'm looking for one or two women to join me in this srp. I'm not entirely sure where it is supposed to go, so I'm always up for some tweaking(no pun intended) or changes!!! Please let me know....
I had been waiting tables every summer for the past 5 summers trying to put myself through school. From the sandy beaches of Cape Cod to the hustle of Newport, and seemingly everywhere inbetween. It's a good living between writing my thesis and testing the boundaries of young college coeds. With no support from my family or friends I simply worked as much as I possibly could, saving and saving with only my degree in mind. All work and no play makes people dull, and so I play as hard as I work. Being in the service industry I get to meet all kinds of crazy and wonderful people, and working late into the night usually meant that the darker it got outside the crazier it got inside. My resturaunt was well known for it's staff....all young and mostly beautiful. All by design from the owners, who had a nose for knowing what kind of mix would be pleasing to the eye and in turn, to their pockets. THe money I made was almost secondary now because of all the beautiful girls I worked with and the bond I'd forged with the kitchen staff. Those guys knew how to party and were never afraid to share the wealth. Drugs and alchohol were simply a staple of our lives in the summertime, like going to the beach to bake off a hangover or trying to get out early so you could hit the bar that much earlier. We were all close and the people that came into the resturaunt could feel that, and it in turn made them much more comfortable while eating and drinking. All in all it was a great place for me at this time...young and handsome and looking to experience everything and everyone.
Tonight was a late night. I had a couple of women come in 10 minutes before closing and I was late guy yet again. The bartender, a good friend of mine, and I had been drinking very cheap red wine for the past couple of hours trying to get a head start on the evening. My head was swimming ever so lightly with visions of the sun coming up with a case of beer and a lady friend. It was Sunday and most of the weekend people had already left, which meant that everyone would be a little more apt to let loose and have fun.
Turning to my bartender friend, I asked him if he had an idea how old they were.
" Early 30's...they look like soccer moms." He said, and I agreed. They were well dressed with large diamonds on both of their ring fingers. I tend to do well waiting tables with women of this age. I have moderate good looks, but I've always done well with girls. It's an inner confidence, maybe even arrogance...mixed with an eager to learn fever with the female anatomy. I drank the last sip of my wine and headed over....
I'm looking for one or two women to join me in this srp. I'm not entirely sure where it is supposed to go, so I'm always up for some tweaking(no pun intended) or changes!!! Please let me know....
