Last night, Emma and I thought we’d try out a new restaurant in town. I had heard on the grapevine that a few of the waitresses there we’re really hot, so this seemed a good opportunity to check everything out.
When we arrived there, it looked really cool. We browsed the menu … I (as usual) opted for the Greek salad, and Emma went for pasta. We’re both vegetarians, so our eating habits can be a bit predictable sometimes. Anyway, when the waitress eventually came over to take our order, I nearly dropped the menu on the floor. Sweet Jesus! The rumours were right. The waitress was so hot, she should have been carrying a fire extinguisher with her! She even wore a nice name badge, so I was really off to a flying start here
“Hi girls … would you like anything before your meal?”
“Hi Holly” I said looking up at her … “Are you new here?” …
“Yes” she replied … “Everything is new here, including me. I only started last week …”
“Great! Can I have 3 bottles of Smirnoff Ice … and a coke for my friend please, Holly?” …
“Sure … no problem!”
I would have liked to have had Holly there and then, on the spot, but there was no hurry. Everything comes to she who waits.
“What’s all this ‘and a coke for my friend’ crap, Melissa? … We haven’t been here 5 minutes and you’re already up to your usual tricks, eyeing up other girls and stuff!”
“Do you not like coke, Emma?” I asked in a sarcastic tone. She just looked the other way and pretended not to hear me.
Right on cue, Holly appeared with the drinks. “That’s 3 bottles of Smirnoff Ice for you, Melissa … and a coke for your little friend …….. there you are. Would you like to order now?”
I could see Emma was not impressed. I ordered for us anyway. Holly smiled at me as she scribbled our order down.
“What’s a matter Emma? Can’t you handle a little competition?” I said.
“Competition? … I don’t know what you mean … and how come she knows your name?”
“Well, she must have noted it down from when I called in to make the reservation, silly.”, I replied.
Right on cue, Holly returned with the meal … “Greek salad for you Melissa … and, err, oh yes … pasta for your sweet little friend here …”
Emma looked up at Holly … “What’s your problem, bitchy waitress girl?”
“Theres no problem at all” said Holly ...”I’m just trying to be friendly.”
Whilst Emma and Holly were exchanging looks that could kill, I took the opportunity to slip my business card into Holly’s hand, without Emma seeing. I always keep a few on me for times like this – because you never know when the door of opportunity is going to appear.
Mid way through the meal, Holly returned … “Everything ok Melissa?” … “Just fine thanks, Holly” I replied. She totally ignored Emma this time. I also noticed that Holly had dropped my business card on the seat next to me. Interesting. I turned the card over. It read “Call me on ###-##### later. Would love to see you. Holly xxx”. Looks like I was making good progress with Holly, even at this early stage. Excellent.
A strange thing happened at this point. A girl I hadn’t seen before came into the restaurant, and came straight across to our table.
She then proceeded to sit next to Emma, and started kissing her. I don’t mean just a peck on the cheek either … no … this was full on the lips with all the trimmings.
“… and what do you do for an encore?” I asked.
At this point, this girl stopped kissing Emma, and moved around to my side of the table. She pointed her finger at me and said “You keep your hands off my girlfriend, you bitch.” She then slapped me across my face … “You have been warned. Keep away!”
She then got up and walked out of the restaurant.
I turned to Emma … “What the f*** was all that about then, Emma? What the hell have you been up to now?”
Emma looks at me and says “Err… I don’t know anything about all that … honest. I’ve never seen Debbie before in my life”.
It was time to find out what had gone off here. “Ok … so you have no idea who she was, or what she wanted … but you knew they called her Debbie?… How come…… Well?”
“Err… I think that might have been Shop Girls' girlfriend”, Emma said.
“Go on…”
“When I was there the other week, maybe I said something to her about you ...”
“Go on…. I can’t wait to hear this …… Tell me more …”
“Well … I might have said something like if Debbie finds out about us, tell her I only came around to comfort you because you were upset about Melissa making a pass at you.”
“Ok!” I said … “I see … so Debbie thinks I’ve been trying to hit on Shop Girl … so she comes looking for me … starts kissing you (not very well by the way) … and slaps me?”
“I think that sounds about right, Melissa, yeah…”
Emma only had half a glass of coke left, so I picked up the glass and threw it in her face.
I looked across the table at Emma … “So tell me this, Emma … what exactly did you and Shop Girl do that night you went around there?”
“Nothing really” she said.
“That’s not a good answer, Emma…… tell me again, unless you want to be my EX-girlfriend…?”
“Ok … ok … yes … I went around there, and one thing led to another … and … err … well … we got a little carried away, and we had some drinks … and we did everything you can think of … how’s that for an answer …?”
“Ok” I said … “Let me get this straight … you went round to the shop for some milk … and ended up getting drunk and 69-ing with Shop Girl for 2 hours? … and you also told Shop Girl that if her girlfriend ever found out, it was all my fault? Does that sound about right?
“Yes”, said Emma.
“Ok. In that case, I think we need to get back home quickly”.
Holly could see we we’re ready to roll, so she rushed over to us. “Don’t worry about the bill, Melissa” she said …”We’ll sort it out later – no problem”.
I whispered in Holly’s ear … “You’ve got my address, so come round tonight after you’ve finished here, ok?” Holly nodded. “Sure, babe” she said.
At that point I dropped my receipt on the floor in front of Holly, and as I bent over to pick it up, I couldn’t help doing 2 things. You know me ...
Firstly I ran my hand up the inside of Holly’s thigh, just past half way up, but I think she got the message judging by the grin on her face. Secondly, I noticed she wasn’t wearing any shoes. She was barefoot.
“No shoes, Holly? What’s up? … have you lost them, or is it the new restaurant rules?” I asked.
“Maybe I’ll let you later …” she said.
Interesting … hmm … anyway, we said our farewells … Emma looked at Holly as if she was looking at something she’d just trodden in ... and we were off home.
On the way back home in the taxi, I could see Emma was starting to feel sorry for herself. Nothing new there. “I’m sorry, Melissa … are you mad at me?”…
“Well, you’ve been a very bad girl this time Emma … a very, very bad girl … so I think I’m going to have to teach you a lesson this time. You just can’t carry on like that ……”
“So … what are you going to do then?” Emma asked.
I ran my fingers through Emma hair a few times, and really ruffled it all up … I wanted to give it a good pull, because I know she really hates having her hair pulled … but I resisted the temptation – for now anyway. I whispered in her ear …“You’ll see, Emma ….. you’ll soon see … just you wait”
On our arrival back home, I dimmed the lights, and put some champagne in the fridge for later. Shortly after, the doorbell rang …
I jumped up. “I wonder who it could be at this time of night? …I’ll answer it, Emma … you stay where you are … ”
If everything had gone to plan, the real entertainment was just about to begin …
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