Waitress 2

 You will find I made a few tweaks to the previous of this in order to get it to continue as something I liked. https://stumblingfillies.blogspot.com/2022/09/waitress.html

“Hi. I'm Brook. May I gesha somethin' t' zzrink?” the waitress slurred as she leaned on the patio table of the restaurant, no doubt for support. This gave you a pleasant view of her braless tits that swayed about with her. Her eyes were closed, as she drunkenly awaited your response.

“What have you been drinking?’ you ask your drunk waitress. 

She slowly processes the question, and then opens her eyes, and gives you a shy smile.

“Pepsi,” she lies to you, followed by a drunken hiccup that makes her unconstrained boobs bounce. 

“No, you’ve been drinking something stronger. You're almost too drunk to stand and you’re tits are practically on full display. I don't mind, in fact I love it, and want to buy you one another.”

”Oh. I prolly shoul'nn zzrink anymore, bud ill havve 'nuzzer long islann ice tea wiss iff yer buyin',” she tells you with a big smile, and shakes her tits, her loose yellow split front tank top unable to really hide them.

“Perfect. A Long Island Tea for you and a Pepsi for me. And I’ll take the House burger and fries,” you tell her.

“Ok. I'll ged thad ride in fer yoo sir”, she tells you, and then reaches to take the menu.

As you watched her stumble away, her short white shirt swishing you were again reminded why you loved this restaurant. 

Part 2:

Two college girls stumbled over to you. Not as drunk as Brook, but not sober.  The two college girls giggled as they approached your table, their steps unsteady but not as wobbly as Brook’s. One was a petite brunette in a tight red tube top that struggled to contain her big boobs and denim shorts, her hair messily tied in a ponytail. The other, an athletic blonde with large tits and butt, wore a low-cut black dress that clung to her hips, her cheeks flushed from whatever they’d been sipping. They leaned against your table, mirroring Brook’s earlier pose, though their eyes were open and sparkling with mischief.

“Hey, you’re the guy Brook’s been talkin’ about,” the brunette said, her voice playful, a slight slur softening her words. She twirled a strand of hair around her finger. “She said you’re... *fun*.”

The blonde laughed, nudging her friend. “Yeah, she’s totally into you. Keeps goin’ on about you.” She hiccuped, then grinned, leaning closer. “So, you buyin’ us drinks too, or is Brook the only lucky one?”

You smirked, leaning back in your chair, enjoying the scene. The patio was lively tonight, the warm summer air filled with laughter and clinking glasses. This place always drew a wild crowd, but tonight it felt like the universe was serving up something extra. “Depends,” you said, eyeing them both. “What are you two drinking, and can you handle it better than Brook?”

The brunette giggled, her crop top riding up slightly as she shifted. “We’re on margaritas. And trust me, we’re *fine*. Brook’s just... lightweight.” She winked, her tongue darting out to lick salt from the rim of an imaginary glass.

The blonde nodded, her dress slipping a bit at the shoulder. “Yeah, we’re pros. But we never say no to another round. Or maybe somethin’ stronger, like what you’re gettin’ with Brook.” Her eyes flicked to your empty table, then back to you, bold and teasing.

“Alright,” you said, catching their energy. “Two margaritas for you, and I’ll stick with my Pepsi. But you gotta tell me—how do you know Brook?”

The girls exchanged a look, bursting into giggles again. The brunette leaned in, her voice dropping conspiratorially. “Brook’s our room mate. She's a mess when she drinks, but she’s sweet. She’s got this thing for guys who don’t get all judgy about her, y’know, *state*.” She waved a hand vaguely at her chest, mimicking Brook’s earlier tit-shake with a grin.

The blonde added, “She’s been sneakin’ sips from the bar all night. Boss doesn’t care as long as the customers are happy. And you—” she pointed at you, her nail painted hot pink—“are definitely makin’ her night.”

Just then, Brook reappeared, balancing a tray with your Pepsi, her own drink, and your burger and fries. Her tank top was slightly askew, one strap slipping off her shoulder, and her skirt rode up as she bent to set the tray down. “Here’s yer stuff, sir,” she slurred, beaming at you. She noticed the girls and squealed. “Oh my gosh, Jess! Mandy! You guys met my favorite customer?”

“Favorite, huh?” you teased, raising an eyebrow as you grabbed your drink. Brook blushed, her boobs jiggling as she laughed and tried to fix her strap.

“Shush, you,” she said, swatting at you playfully but missing. Jess and Mandy snickered, already cozying up to the table like they planned to stay.

“So,” Mandy said, her blonde hair catching the patio lights as she tilted her head. “You gonna join us for the next round, or what? Night’s young, and we’re just gettin’ started.”

You took a sip of your drink and glanced at the three of them—Brook swaying slightly, Jess’s coy smile, Mandy’s bold stare. The restaurant’s chaotic charm buzzed around you, and you couldn’t help but grin. “Let’s see how this round goes first,” you said, leaning forward. “Then maybe I’ll decide how much trouble I wanna get into tonight.”

Brook hiccuped, plopping into the chair next to you, her thigh brushing yours as she giggled. “Trouble’s my middle name,” she mumbled, sipping her drink and spilling a bit on her top, the wet fabric clinging even more. Jess and Mandy cheered, raising their imaginary glasses, clearly ready to see where this night would lead.

Once Brook finished her tea, you told her, “Get you girls a round of Margaritas. And a Pepsi for me.”

Brook nodded, her eyes glassy but eager, as she pushed herself up from the chair, her skirt hiking up just enough to make your pulse quicken. “Got it, sir,” she slurred, flashing a lopsided grin. “Three margaritas an’ a Pepsi, comin’ right up.” She wobbled toward the bar, her hips swaying, the hem of her short skirt teasing with every step. Jess and Mandy watched her go, then turned back to you, their giggles barely contained.

“She’s gonna drop that tray one of these days,” Jess, the brunette, said, her red tube top straining as she leaned forward, elbows on the table. Her ponytail swung as she shook her head. “But damn, she’s fun when she’s like this.”

Mandy, the blonde, sipped at the last of her imaginary margarita, her black dress slipping further off her shoulder. “Fun, yeah, but she’s got nothin’ on us,” she said, her voice low and playful. Her eyes locked onto yours, bold and unapologetic. “So, what’s your deal? You come here just for the burgers, or you lookin’ for somethin’... extra?”

You chuckled, taking a bite of your burger, the juicy patty grounding you amidst the growing heat of the conversation. “I come for the food,” you said, wiping your mouth with a napkin. “But I stay for the entertainment.” You gestured vaguely at the patio, where other patrons laughed and clinked glasses, but your eyes stayed on Jess and Mandy, letting them know exactly what kind of entertainment you meant.

Jess smirked, twirling a strand of her ponytail. “Good answer. Brook’s right—you *are* fun.” She shifted in her seat, her denim shorts riding up to reveal a glimpse of tanned thigh.

Before you could respond, Brook returned, miraculously balancing a tray with three margaritas and your Pepsi. The glasses clinked together as she set them down, a bit of lime-green liquid sloshing over the rims. “Here ya go!” she chirped, her voice a mix of pride and drunken glee. She handed Jess and Mandy their drinks, then slid the Pepsi toward you, her fingers brushing yours for a moment longer than necessary. “An’ this is for you, mister *favorite customer*.”

“Thanks, Brook,” you said, raising the Pepsi in a mock toast. “To trouble, then.”

“To trouble!” Jess and Mandy echoed, their glasses clinking against your can. Brook giggled, plopping back into the chair next to you, her thigh pressing against yours again. The wet patch on her yellow tank top had spread, clinging to her curves in a way that made it hard to focus on your fries. Even more so when Mandy grabbed one and mimicked giving it a blow job.

“So,” Mandy said, licking salt from the rim of her glass, her tongue slow and deliberate. “You didn’t answer my question. You plannin’ to join the *real* party? Borrks off in, like, an hour.”

Jess nodded, her eyes glinting with mischief. “Yeah, sometimes we sneak into the back with a few regulars. Brook’s got this stash of tequila she thinks no one knows about.” She shot Brook a teasing look, and the waitress gasped, then laughed, swatting at Jess.

“Shh, don’t tell him *everythin’*!” Brook said, her words slurring together. She leaned closer to you, her breath warm and sweet with alcohol. “But, like, if you wanna... maybe I’ll show you my secret spot.” Her hand grazed your arm, lingering, her nails lightly scraping your skin.

You took a slow sip of your Pepsi, the fizz cooling the heat building in your chest. The patio lights cast a soft glow on the three of them—Brook’s flushed cheeks, Jess’s coy smirk, Mandy’s bold stare. The night was electric, the air thick with possibility. “Tequila, huh?” you said, leaning back, your voice low. “Might have to see this secret spot for myself. But only if you three can keep up with *me*.”

Mandy laughed, her dress slipping a little more, revealing the curve of her shoulder and a hint of cleavage. “Oh, we can keep up. Question is, can *you* handle us?”

Brook giggled, her hand still on your arm, her body leaning into you now, soft and warm. “He can handle it,” she murmured, her eyes half-lidded. “I can tell.”

Jess raised her margarita, her lips curling into a wicked grin. “To handling it, then,” she said, and the three girls clinked their glasses again, their laughter ringing out into the night. You raised your Pepsi, your eyes meeting each of theirs in turn, knowing full well this night was about to get a lot more interesting.

Brook had stumbled off again, her tray precariously balanced, leaving you alone with the two college girls whose bold energy was impossible to ignore. Jess, the brunette, leaned forward slightly, her red tube top straining, her nipples now hard, poking the thin fabric, as she twirled a strand of her messy ponytail, her eyes locked on yours with a teasing glint. Mandy, the blonde, shifted her weight, her low-cut black dress riding up just enough to hint at the curves beneath, her lips curling into a knowing smile.

“You’re trouble, aren’t you?” Mandy purred, her voice low as she traced a finger along the edge of the table, her nail catching the light. “Brook wasn’t kidding about you being fun.”

Jess giggled, stepping closer, the warmth of her body brushing against your arm. “She’s right,” she said, her breath tinged with margarita as she tilted her head. “You’ve got this... vibe. Like you know how to keep a night interesting.” Her fingers grazed your shoulder, a light, deliberate touch that sent a shiver down your spine.

You leaned back, taking a slow sip of your Pepsi, the cool fizz a stark contrast to the heat building between you. “Maybe I do,” you replied, your voice steady despite the pulse quickening in your chest. “But I’m curious—how far does this ‘fun’ go with you two?”

Mandy’s laugh was rich and throaty, her dress slipping a bit more to reveal the swell of her cleavage. “Oh, we’re just getting warmed up,” she said, her eyes flicking to Jess before returning to you. “Brook might be a lightweight, but we’ve got stamina. Right, Jess?”

Jess nodded, her ponytail swaying as she moved to sit on the edge of your table, her denim shorts riding up to expose more of her tanned thigh. “Definitely,” she murmured, her hand resting lightly on your knee, her touch electric. “And since you’re buying, maybe we can show you a little more... appreciation.”

The air grew thick with tension, the clinking glasses and distant chatter fading into a soft buzz. You set your drink down, your gaze shifting between them—Jess’s coy smile, Mandy’s bold stare—feeling the pull of their flirtation like a current. “Appreciation, huh?” you said, a smirk tugging at your lips. “I like the sound of that. What did you have in mind?”

Before they could answer, Brook reappeared, her tray miraculously intact, though her yellow tank top was now soaked from another spill, clinging to her braless curves in a way that made your breath catch. “Got yer margaritas!” she slurred, setting the drinks down with a wobbly flourish. Apparently she’d forgotten she’d already brought a round. She plopped into the chair beside you again, her thigh pressing firmly against yours, her hand landing on your arm with a clumsy but suggestive squeeze. Her knees wide, giving you a glimpse of her white panties.

Jess and Mandy exchanged a glance, their giggles erupting as they took their drinks. “Looks like Brook’s joining the party,” Jess teased, sipping her margarita and letting a drop linger on her lip before licking it away, her eyes never leaving yours.

Mandy leaned in, her dress shifting to reveal more of her hip as she whispered, “She might not last long, but we will. How about we take this somewhere quieter after her shift? There’s a spot —private, cozy, just us.”

Your pulse raced at the invitation, the image of the three of them—Brook’s drunken charm, Jess’s playful touch, Mandy’s brazen confidence—flooding your mind. You took a slow breath, meeting their gazes one by one. “Sounds tempting,” you said, your voice low. “Let’s see how this round plays out first.”

Brook hiccuped, her hand sliding up your arm as she leaned closer, her breath warm against your ear. “You’re gonna love it,” she mumbled, her words slurring into a giggle. Jess and Mandy clinked their glasses against yours, their laughter ringing out, the night promising more than just drinks and fries.

Brook’s hand lingered on your arm, her fingers tracing lazy circles as she swayed slightly in her chair, her soaked tank top leaving nothing to the imagination. Jess, shifted closer, her red tube top slipping threatening to expose her hardened nipples pressing against the fabric as she leaned in, her breath warm against your neck. She kissed you, her lips salty and mouth tasting of alcohol. Mandy sat beside her, her black dress riding up further with each subtle movement, the curve of her hip beckoning as she sipped her margarita, her eyes locked on you with a predatory gleam.

“You’re making this too easy,” Mandy murmured, her voice a sultry whisper as she set her glass down and took your hand and placed it on her thigh. The touch was bold, deliberate, sending a jolt through you.

Jess giggled, her hand sliding from your knee to rest higher on your thigh, her fingers teasing the edge of your shorts. “Yeah,” she breathed, her lips curling into a mischievous smile. “We’ve got plans for you, and that secret spot’s calling our names.” Her ponytail swung as she tilted her head, her flushed cheeks glowing in the patio lights.

You took a deep breath, the heat of their touches igniting something primal within you. “Plans, huh?” you said, your voice low and rough, matching their energy. “You sure you can handle what I bring to the table?”

Brook let out a drunken laugh, her head lolling against your shoulder as she mumbled, “He’s got it... I know it...” Her hand slipped lower, grazing your chest before she giggled again, her knees still wide, the flash of her white panties a constant distraction.

Mandy’s laugh was a throaty challenge as she leaned in, her cleavage spilling forward, her lips brushing your ear. “Oh, we can handle you,” she whispered. “But let’s move before Brook passes out. Follow us.”

Jess slid off her chair, her shorts riding up to reveal the firm curve of her ass as she stood, extending a hand to you with a playful wink. “Come on,” she urged, her voice dripping with promise. You stood, feeling the weight of their gazes, and followed as they led you toward the back of the restaurant, Brook stumbling along behind, her giggles echoing in the night.

The “secret spot” turned out to be a secluded corner behind the kitchen, shielded by a trellis overgrown with vines, the faint hum of the patio fading into the distance. A small table and a couple of chairs sat in the shadows, the air heavy with the scent of jasmine and the thrill of what was to come. Jess pushed you gently against the trellis, her body pressing close, her breasts brushing your chest as she looked up at you with hooded eyes. Mandy flanked your other side, her hand sliding up your back, her lips hovering near your neck.

“Cozy enough for you?” Mandy teased, her fingers deftly tugging at the strap of her dress, letting it fall to reveal more of her ample curves. Jess mirrored her, peeling down the top of her tube top just enough to free her breasts, the cool night air hardening her nipples further as she pressed herself against you.

Brook stumbled into the mix, her tank top now half-off, one breast exposed as she giggled and wrapped her arms around you from behind, her soft curves molding to your back. “Secret spot... just for you,” she slurred, her hands roaming clumsily over your chest.

The sensation of their bodies—Jess’s firm press, Mandy’s bold exploration, Brook’s drunken warmth—overwhelmed you, the night spiraling into a haze of desire. You reached for Jess, your hand cupping her breast as she moaned softly, while Mandy’s lips found your neck, her teeth grazing your skin. Brook’s hands fumbled lower, her giggles turning into a needy whimper as the three of them closed in, the patio’s chaos a distant memory.

“Let’s see if you can keep up now,” Mandy whispered, her voice a challenge as she guided your hand to her hip, the night unfolding into a blur of skin, laughter, and unspoken promises.