As soon as I entered the door there was a sea of orange pants and white tee shirts flowing back and forth and through the restaurant. I took a seat in a small booth near the door and waited for about ten minutes for a waitress to find me. She was dark skinned like a Latino with a big wide grin. As a matter of fact, everything about her was a little wide, her hips and certainly her breasts. She stiff armed the edge of the table, with her upper arms pressing her breasts into a cleavage that appropriately advertised the name of the restaurant on her tee shirt.
Her name tag said Marie. “Hi, Pops; what would you like?” she asked.
“Pops?” I answered. “Whaddya mean, “Pops”? I’m only 43!” I said defensively.
“Don’t go getting all riled, honey,” she said. “The younger guys look at our boobs but the Dads always watch our backsides and you haven’t looked up at a face since you came in. What would you like to eat?”
“I’ll just have a salad and some unsweet tea,” I said, disgruntled.
“Yep; I saw that coming. Be right with you, Pops,” she said as she floated away.
When she returned to bring me my drink later I tried to get her to apologize. “You know, we middle aged guys are better tippers if you stroke our ego a little.”
She sat down in the booth across from me and leaned toward me, smiling. “Honey, the paycheck covers my bills but tips won’t get you stroked. I’ve had perks you can’t leave on the table.” She leaned back, proud of her statement, so I encouraged her to continue.
“Really?” I asked, with all the sincerity I could muster.
“Yep.” She beamed. “I’ve had lots of nude photo shoots, done a couple adult films and even been to the Playboy Mansion.”
Without trying to burst the balloon of her story I carefully asked, “Then why are you working here?”
She sighed and the joy left her face. “I’m 28 and there are lots of younger girls with tighter boobs who will do anything for big bucks.”
“What about the adult films?” I pressed.
“I got nervous early on and finally refused to do them because the guys wouldn’t wear condoms.”
“Okay, then same question; why are you working here?” I asked.
“Like I said, the paycheck pays my bills and I do get lucky with a sugar Daddy once in a while. I’ll go check on your salad, Honey.” She gave me a wink when she walked away and I watched her wide ass swaying until she got out of sight.
In a few minutes Marie came by and dropped off my salad. “Listen, Honey, I’m sorry about calling you “Pops” a while ago; we all call the older guys that. I didn’t mean anything by it.”
“That’s okay, Marie, I’ve been sitting here wondering how a middle aged ass man gets to be a sugar Daddy,” I said boldly. I had nothing to lose.
“So you like my ass, Pops?” she asked, laughingly heartily. I laughed right along with her. She had a beautiful smile and dark eyes that said “I can be nice and naughty”.
She sat down opposite me in the booth again. “What’s your name?” and I answered.
“Okay, Ben, if you want to wait around or come back at 2 a.m. when I get off, maybe I could take your application for sugar Daddy.”
I was more than pleased with myself for charming her enough to meet me after work. I told her I would go back to my hotel and come back later.
“Park in back next to the brown Corvette,” she said.
“You must do well to drive a Corvette,” I commented.
“It belongs to my roommate but she’s out of town for a week,” she said.