Ollie's Job

Ollie opened his phone. He had a message from Vick, his boss.

"Hey Ollie, Trina got sick. Can you take her shift?" Vick texted. "Ugh," Ollie thought. He didn't want to, but he could use the extra money. Ollie responded that he would be there and made his way to his job.

Ollie walked into Crema del Raccolto, a fancy Italian restaurant, where he was a waiter. He clocked in and put on his apron, walking over to Vick.

"Hey man, thank you for coming on such short notice." Vick said.

"Whatever man. Which tables do I have?" Ollie says.

"Well, we have a party reserved in the private room. They are very important special clients, so I need you to make sure they are taken care of."

"You call me in on my time off to take care of a large group order!" Ollie said indignantly, "You've gotta be kidding me."

"They can tip?" Vick says, putting a hand on Ollie's shoulder, "And some of these guys are the real deal, so I imagine they will tip well." Ollie was feeling stressed. He hated group orders. He normally would go for a smoke at a time like this...but he didn't feel the need to. Wow that Hypnotherapy works fast. He nods at Vick.

"Okay."

"That's by man right there." Vick says patting Ollie on the back. Ollie feels his face turn red, his heart jump, as Vick left him. However, Ollie gathered himself and got his notepad, walking towards the VIP room. He walks in to find the table full already, Men in suits impatiently waiting around a table. Seeing you walk in, A man snaps his fingers at you.

"Waiter, we are ready for the drink orders." the man says in a deep, commanding voice.

"Yes, sir, what will you have." Ollie begins, but he's cut off.

"Isn't there any hot women who can take our orders," one of the men said, rolling his eyes.

"I don't know," Another man said, grabbing Ollie's ass, "He's got a full little booty,"

"You are really such a pig Connor." One of the other men said.

"Excuse Connor," the first man says, glaring at Connor, who releases his hold on Ollie's butt. "We would like a round of waters, Three bottles of the house wine and a bottle of Cannonau di Sardegna."

"And i'll have a scotch," one man called, followed by a chorus of other additional drinks.

"Okay so I have a round of waters, Three bottles House, One bottle Cannonau di Sardegna, 3 Scotch, 1 Manhattan, and a Cosmo." Ollie said and the man at the head of the table nodded as no one was paying attention anymore, all chatting in their own worlds.

"Okay, could I see some ID's," you say.

"Do you really have to card us, Look at me." Another man said, he looked to be in his mid-forties.

"Hey, consider it an honor every time someone thinks you could pass for a 20-year-old." A much older man, looking to be in his sixties. He had gray hair, but had one of those faces that had a youthful glow to it as he laughed.

"It's the restaurant policy sorry," Ollie says.

"So you don't think I can pass as a 20-year-old," the grey-haired man said, "Damn it."

"How old are you Will," Connor asked.

"A respectable 27." Will said. Handing you his ID. Will was in fact 52.

"Wow, you look awful for 27." Connor said.

"And you look awful period," Will responded. Ollie proceeded around the table checking ID's. Everything was fine, until he saw Connor's ID.

"Connor Greeves" He read and then he realized it. He had seen Connor before. It was just once, but Connor Greeves was his wife's Cousin. He had only met him in passing at their wedding.

"Is something wrong?" Connor said, "Or do you just like looking at my photo." Ollie became stressed. He felt the urge to run out of there. He looked down at the photo and then at Connor. Suddenly he noticed how attractive Connor was. His swept-back hair, his jawline. He fumbled with the card dropping it. Nobody noticed, they were all in their own world. Except for Connor who looked at you as you got on your hands and knees. It had fallen under the table, so you crawled under it. Thankfully the table was massive, so there was plenty of room for you there. You pick up the ID and turn look up, only too see the bottom halves of ten or so men. Ollie turned around to see Connor's hand moving over a hard-on. Ollie so aroused and idea popped into his head.