The author wrote about the time he spent worshipping a waitresses feet
I recently started a new job and I have to take some training classes. The classes are two days long, held two weeks apart and in a different midwestern city each time. This past week we were in Chicago and I had an incredible experience.
I arrived on Sunday afternoon and checked in to the hotel. There were over 20 restaurants in the area, but being tired from traveling, I decided to walk across the parking lot and eat a light meal at a Denny’s.
There was almost no one in the Denny’s – just me and an elderly couple, and there were at least 6 waitresses. My waitress took my order and I flirted a little with her. Much to my surprise, she flirted back. As I finished my meal, I took a chance and decided to ask her a question.
“So why is Denny’s waitress wearing high heeled shoes?” I asked.
“Oh, these?” She looked embarrassed. “I had to go to a birthday party for my grandmother today and I forgot to bring my tennis shoes to change into, so I am stuck working my shift in these things.” She picked up her left foot and rolled it at the ankle several times. She had great feet – maybe size 6. I could tell they had recently been pedicured, and her toenail polish was light pink. I felt a stir in my pants. Continue reading “Chicago Training 4.4 (8)“