A Restaurant

"God damn it," the young man grumbled. "This is not what I signed up for."

Max stood in front of the running sink, rinsing off dishes before stuffing them into the dishwasher. With every dish cleaned, he became more and more frustrated. He had just finished 2 years of culinary school and had been lucky enough to land a job at this fancy hotel. At least he thought it was luck, but in reality, it felt more like a cruel joke. Max looked down at his white shirt with a black vest and bow tie. He had not been hired as a chef. He was nothing more than a lowly waiter. Now, the only interaction he had with food was carrying to customers. He wanted to quit, but such a black mark on his resume would only make it harder to find employment in the future. So, he was stuck here busing tables and washing dishes for the foreseeable future.

"Can't I catch a break," he grumbled. "Just give me a reason to keep working here."

"Hello!" A feminine voice came from the main dining area. "Is anyone here?"

Max turned towards the double doors at the front of the kitchen and was just barely able to make out a figure through the porthole windows standing at the entrance to the restaurant.

"Perfect," Max moaned. The restaurant had no door since it was part of the hotel. A velvet rope and closed sign were supposed to be hung up after hours to let customers know they weren't serving. "Did those other waiters forget to put it up? Or do they expect me to do that too."

Gritting his teeth, Max marched over towards the dining area so pissed he's not sure he can politely tell the would-be customer to leave. He bursts through the double doors, mouth hanging open, and ready to tell this lady off, but the minute he sees her, his breath is taken away.

"Oh, hello," the redhead told Max with a bright smile. "Table for one, please."

She held a finger up, signifying a 1, but Max barely noticed all he did notice was A) this chick was super hot and B) she was stark naked! Max's eyes widened as he scanned the woman's body. Her voluptuous hips, thin waist, and of course her enormous rack. She was a perfect 10 out of 10 and was showing it all off. God, she wasn't even wearing shoes!

The Redhead noticed Max's intense stare and started to feel a bit more bashful. She blushed as she turned her body away from him and placed a head over her chest.

"O-oh, I'm sorry," she said, sounding concerned. "Is the restaurant not clothes optional like the rest of the hotel."

Now, as a chef, Max prided himself on his quick reflexes and improvisational skills. So the minute he heard those words, Max put the pieces together and came up with a plan. He stood up straight and took a deep breath

"Of course, this is a clothes optional restaurant!" Max lied through his teeth. "Table for one, was it? Right this way."

Max smiled brightly as he brought the bare bimbo to a table in the center of the restaurant. He pulled up a chair and quietly marveled at her rounded butt squish against the wooden seat as well as the feel of her back lightly rub against his knuckles for a second. He felt he might tip over. Instead, he centered himself and quickly jogged over to the maître d's station.

"We're a little understaffed tonight." Max said, grabbing a menu and handing it to the naked redhead. "But if you're patient with us, I guarantee it will be worth it."

"Thank you," She smiled as she perused the menu. "Wow, everything looks so good. Do you have any recommendations?"

"One of each," Max joked, eliciting a giggle from his customer. "Seriously though, it's all great. Just take your time to decide and then call me. I'm Max, by the way."

"Mackenzie," the redhead said politely. Max nodded and walked off with an aura of professionalism. That disappeared the minute those double doors closed.

"Ohhh mama," Max moaned as his knees shook. He couldn't believe this was happening he turned around and looked through the window again just to make sure it was real. Mackenzie was sitting at one of the center tables. Max had chosen the one that was most visible from the kitchen. She sat there, her entire right side from her pale neck to her bare toes were within sight. Her already glorious ass stretched out even further as it rested on the wooden chair. Max wasted no time pulling out his smartphone to take pictures.

"Oh my god, oh my god, this is amazing." Max said gitty as he started videoing. He didn't know how this exhibitionist had come to the conclusion this was a clothes optional hotel, but he didn't care. As far as he was concerned, this was a divine gift. "I love this job. I never want to leave."

As he was admiring Mackenzie's sexy body, a thought entered his head. If the nude redhead didn't get some food, she'd probably leave soon. Max looked back into the kitchen. He'd nearly finished cleaning. The racks were filled with dishes, and the utensils were all sterilized. He'd done inventory in the freezer; they were completely stocked. Max smiled to himself as he realized Ms. Mackenzie was going to need a chef.

"This may be the greatest day of my life."