A redhead milk maiden

The door swung wide to reveal a stunning redhead with skin so creamy it looked as if it had been kissed by a thousand gentle sunsets. Her hair fell in soft waves over her shoulders, the fiery strands framing a delicate face with emerald eyes that sparkled like rare gems. Her lips were full and inviting, painted a dark shade of red that matched the uniform she was about to don. Her figure was lush and voluptuous, her oversized t-shirt hinting at the size of her breasts without fully revealing their grandeur.

"Hey Rachel, how's it going?" Tina's voice cut through the air, her eyes lighting up as she spotted the newcomer. Rachel, the redhead, gave a warm smile in return, her eyes flicking over to John before focusing back on Tina. "Can't complain," Rachel replied, her voice a rich, velvety purr that seemed to resonate through the room. "It'll be nice to work together again," she said to Tina, her gaze moving back to John.

John felt his heart race as Rachel sauntered over to the line of lockers and began to organize her belongings. She unlocked one with a metallic clink, placing her purse inside. Rachel's movements were mesmerizing, a dance of seduction that seemed almost unintentional. He couldn't help but watch as she lifted her shirt over her head, her back to him. The fabric peeled away to reveal a black bra that barely contained her ample breasts. They looked even larger than he'd imagined, the lacey edges of the cups just visible from where he sat. Rachel's skin was flawless, a canvas of freckles that danced across her shoulders and down her spine, creating a trail that John's eyes greedily followed.

Just as Rachel's fingers reached for her pants, the sound of the door swinging open interrupted the moment. A waitress poked her head in, her eyes scanning the room until they landed on John. "Hey, John," she said, her voice a touch breathless, "a customer at table 5 has ordered cum straight from the tap. You're up!"

John couldn't help but feel a twinge of disappointment at the interruption, but he knew the job came first. "On it," he said with a nod to the waitress, his eyes flicking back to Rachel for a brief second before he turned to leave. Rachel gave him a knowing smile as she reached down to unbutton her jeans, the anticipation of what lay beneath making John's cock twitch behind his flap. Tina called out after him, "Go get that dick drained, stud!"

Walking through the swinging doors that separated the prep room from the main dining area, John's colorful crotch was immediately turning heads. The dim lighting played off the vibrant fabric, casting a warm glow that drew eyes like a beacon. Customers and employees alike couldn't help but glance down as he moved through the room. The murmur of conversation grew louder, a mix of whispers and outright giggles following him as he wove between the tables. It was a thrill that never got old, the knowledge that he was here to give pleasure in a way that was so intimate for a restaurant.

He spotted Carole in the corner, the bust of her dress pulled down to expose her luscious breasts. A man at the table she was at sat in the chair before her, his face a picture of bliss as he suckled greedily at one of her nipples. This was a sight that never ceased to turn him on.

Moving closer to table 5, John refocused on the task at hand.