Arch took the drinks from Max and started off to deliver it to the table. He tried to keep his mind off his overactive pussy. He couldn’t wait to get home and see if he could convince his girlfriend to get out the strap on.
Crossing the room Arch noted that Regina had a weird smirk on her face and he wasn’t sure what it meant.
As he approached the table he smiled at the party of three friends. A large bearded white man with bald hair, a fit white man with a few days of stubble and short blondish brown hair, and a squat short woman he guessed to be hispanic, probably dating one of the two men. He set down the drinks and asked them what they were ready to order entrees. The bald man spoke first, asking whether the blue cheese dressing was made in house.
Arch looked at the bald man and blinked, momentarily confused. Then answered “Oh yes it is. My, how old are you sweetie?”
“I’m ten!” the girl responded. Arch smiled, thinking she was such a slim adorable child. She’d probably grow up to be quite the looker, with her olive skin and dark hair. Arch finished taking the order and turned his attention to the fit man. “And you? Any questions?”
The fit man stated that he just wanted a steak.
“How would you like that cooked?” Arch asked.
“Medium rare” the man responded.
Arch was confused. He studied the beautiful redhead with her tan skin and large breasts. Her hair trimmed to shoulder length and their fit, athletic legs stretching out of her short skirt. “We can’t cook chicken medium rare, ma’am, due to food health standards.”
“Of course,” responded the woman, blushing. “I’m not sure what I was thinking. Arch turned to the third person at the table, a tall man with dark hair and olive skin, clearly the father of the child. The man was teasing the woman “Lana, asking for rare steak, I know you’re not showing yet but the pregnancy brain is definitely showing.”
Arch finished the table and moved to the next, again trying to ignore his overactive vagina. He couldn’t wait to get home and let his girlfriend shove her ten inch cock as deep up his snatch as it would go.
The next table was a party of four. A man and woman in their mid 60s, and a younger gay couple in their forties, both sporting sleek mustaches. Arch took the tables drink orders and moved on. A coke and a sprite for the two teenage girls, a whiskey and soda for the butch looking woman with short hair, and a glass of white wine for the very feminine woman.
Arch walked the drink order to the bar and the food order to the kitchen. Looking in at the kitchen staff he saw Jose the head chef and Charlie and Dan on the line. Billy the busboy was loading the dishwasher. Just then he felt a tap on his shoulder. It was his coworker Talia.
“Arch, I need to speak to you in private” she said, and the two ducked out into the alley behind the restaurant