A Tip To Remember
“Sal, take table 12,” I heard the hostess say. I gradually turned and peeked over there. ‘A pretty thirtyish brunette alone in a pink dress on a Tuesday night? And wow, she isn’t even trying to hide that rack, she is giving me a hard-on now,’ I thought before I calmly began walking towards her. My eyes never drifted off her as she just looked over the menu for the moment. Although, I still went over to her. “Hello, how are you tonight?” She put the menu down and glanced at me. “I’m fine, Salvatore.” “You can call me ‘Sal’ if you’d like,” I informed her, vibrating. ‘Don’t stare at her bosoms, don’t eyeball them. If she even thinks I might be checking them out, she could get me fired. Just look towards her face,’ …