At Tomas

We finally reached Tomas it was a cute little café, with just a few tables, which serves some decent cake. But the true reason Tomas was so popular, especially with the girls, was Andy the waiter.

He was tall, handsome and smart and also the main reason there were just girls at Tomas when we entered. All of the were chattering and try to steal a peek ofAndy.

Luckily for me and Levy there was still on table free. When we were on our way to the table, all the girls stops gossiping and looking at us. I don’t know if they were admiring my outfit, with my exposed nipples, the bell nipple clamps und the cute cow tail. Or where they irritated by Levys oblivious lack of modesty nearly exposing herself to every in the room in her childsize bikini.

Like I sad, I don’t know what it was, but when we sit down, it was deadly silent at Tomas, but slowly the other girls began to tattle again, but this time they don’t steal gazes at Andy, but us and the way they did so, I knew it wasn’t because they adore my outfit, but was judging us.

I guess thanks to Levy, they think I too am some kind of slut. Realizing that I turned deep red, the odd thing was that Levy had a similar crimson color on her face.

I guess she finally realized who hilarious she looks.

I just hope Andy don’t judge me because of Levy, but I guess my hopes are in vain, the way darted to our table.