When I was 22, I worked as a server at a sushi restaurant. It was right after college and I got to meet some interesting people along the way. This is the story of the night an older, out of town couple invited me back to their hotel.
The restaurant was situated across the street from the city’s convention center, so we alway kept busy. One night, I had a lively four top (a husband and wife entertaining clients, from what I could tell). The couple, who looked like there were in their early- to mid-40s, stayed for a drink after their guests left. The husband was had a stalky, muscular white guy with salt and pepper hair. His wife, Latina, was wearing a skin-tight dress that showed off her curves, with big fake tits up top, ample ass and toned legs–you could tell she didn’t skip leg day.
I hung around their table to the chat in between my other tables. The couple was fun to talk to and the wife was getting flirtatious. At one point they offered to buy me a drink but I told them I’d have to pass because I was still on the job. The couple looked at each and whispered a bit before the husband asked me what time my shift was done.