A 30 something year old woman with her family

A small family of three came in not too long after they opened up shop. The party sat themselves happily in a corner booth, consisting of a mother, a father and a little girl. When Carl moved in to welcome them with his cheery service smile and the order menus, he discretely scrutinized their profiles in detail as he waited for them to order. It was a typical suburban family. The father seemed like the bread earner, wearing shorts and a shirt, complete with cropped hair that indicated a former serviceman's life. The daughter was dressed nicely in a little pink dress and seemed relatively happy to be alive, bouncing around in her seat. The mother seemed like the typical fashionista mom, donning a summer dress and a pair of large sunglasses. In terms of their spending power, it would be easy to get them to order some of the more expensive items in the menu. Profiting from them was going to be like how they profit from everyone else. Customers enter. They buy and eat the best items on the menu or in large quantity, and then they leave.

For some of the more interesting women though, the proprietors of the business had a special thing waiting for them. Carl was particularly interested in the mother as soon as she appeared. His well trained eyes ogled her immensely large tits and hourglass figure squeezed beneath her dress. She looked young even by his estimates to her age, putting her in her early 30s. Her dark blonde hair was done up in a small ponytail, revealing a good part of her oval like face and relatively soft features. From her mannerisms, Carl could tell that she was a rather stern and domineering person, but she seemed relaxed when around her family. Another thing he noticed was the distance she put herself from her husband. Their girl was sitting closer to her while the man was sitting opposite her. From the way she positioned her feet and her aversion from a direct gaze into the man's eyes, he could tell they have had a rough history, perhaps a failed romance, and from the way she settled herself taller than her other half, she was the one who called the shots. Even then, she was very good at keeping her cool and showing a pleasant face in public. Carl could only imagine what that face would look like with his dick in her mouth. He had already passed by the counter in plain view of his brother and father. He had raised his right hand and called out the number of their table to signal them that he had a mark. To any possible on lookers, it would seem like it was just their way of getting the kitchen's attention.

Carl acted as efficiently as he was trained to do. He came up with menus for the entire family, handing each one the fold out files, "Good morning, guys. What will you be having today?"

The mark spoke up first, "Pancakes for Emma and me. What do you want, darling?"

"Err, the eggs benedict." The father seemed slightly hesitant.

"Right. Eggs benedict for Gerard. Thank you." The woman seemed particularly blunt when speaking, and all to the point.

"Ah, that's good. Might I interest the madam in the special?" Carl quickly took notes.

"Oh, they have a special?" The father blinked.

"Yes, but its for women only. Adult women. Its a special service." Carl grinned, owing it to the music and the specially designed content in the menus to keep them from asking questions, "Its a special limited menu that madam might enjoy. Its part of our summer promotions that my father cooked up. Its served in a special VIP room in the back. Have a look?"

"Oh, is it filling? I can't eat so much." The mother patted her slim stomach in a feminine manner, seemingly impressed that a diner had such a service.

"Don't worry, madam. If you look at the menu, we have appetizers, main course and desserts in there. I would suggest the appetizers or desserts since you have a main order." Carl pulled out the smaller leather bound fold out and handed it to the mother for her to read the subtle suggestions within it.