The little bird who pecked off more than she could chew [MMMF]
There she was, jet black raven colored hair, green-eyed, petite, tight ass, 5’2″, B-cup, dressed in a form fitting professional black waitress dress, tights, and black heels. She had the appearance of making even the most conservative of wear, not-safe-for-work.
“May I take your order?” she said, as her gaze shifted curiously to all three of us.
“Let me guess. Whiskey, whiskey, and whiskey?”, She quickly quipped with a grin after staring at us in our suit and tie combos.
“We’ll take three tequila sunrises on the rocks”, Cal flashed back with a smirk.
“Ugh, shouldn’t you all be at the investor conference after-party?”
“None of us can stand another moment of looking at ourselves in the mirror”, I interjected.
She cutely giggled, turned around crisply, and swayed her fully shaped ass to the bar.
We recapped the investor conference, talked about our favored startups, and slowly turned our conversations to our personal hobbies. Drinks were flowing, tables and booths were emptying, and our conversation slowly turned to the subs we were training.