Pay the waitress to get information.

I get my own table. Private from the affairs of the other men. So it takes a while, but eventually the waitress comes over to me. She doesn't seem pretty pleased, but she smiles (sort of) when she sees me.

"Thank goodness you aren't with them."

"They aren't your favorites?"

"You have no idea. They're here every day and just..." she sighs, "Nevermind, what can I get you?"

"Information."

I slide the credits I have over to her. Her eyes light up at the sight of them, and she leans in closer so we can talk quieter accidentally giving me a nice view of her chest.

"What kind of information?"

"Information about a friend of mine," I describe Celeste as best as I can. But it's been three years and I feel like I'm struggling with it. But the waitress, whose name is Doll as I read from her nametag does react like she knows what I'm talking about. She hums about it, and purses her lips.

"I think I have an idea...but, what's in it for me? I just can't start handing out information on customers."

"I've got...some credits. That I'm happy to leave as a tip for the info. "

"Is that all?" I follow her gaze to what looks like one of the backrooms. "I'm just...so stressed having to deal with those assholes all day. And I really, need to get over them."

"You're a naughty thing aren't you?"

She bites her lip, and I bless my heart, follow her as she leads me to the backroom. I see the hateful eyes of envious men following me as the door closes behind us and locks. Thanks to her eagerness, I get the chance to grope and play with her bouncy tits through her cheap uniform. The black lace of her bra peaking through as her nipples harden and I'm real eager as I dig into the pillows on her. No wonder everyone's so anal about getting in her pants.

"Mmmh, you got real strong hands mister."

"Ain't the only thing strong about me."

"Shiiiiiit girlie," I let it escape my mouth as I begin fucking her chest, her pretty tongue pressed against my shaft. My toes curl in my boots as my cock is lubed up from the slime that is spreading between her tits. "You going to clean up a big mess at this rate."

I can't hear her response from this position and she doesn't seem keen on sucking the tongue back into her mouth. She must really like the taste. Thrusts and thrusts make the fucknasty sounds of sex echo in the backroom and I'm glad I got this girl to myself. I want to plow her stupid, but she's got to work. And I've got to find Celeste. With a few more grunts, I begin spurting hot ropes of cum down her chest, staining the uniform and her pretty mouth.

Now that's customer service.

After she cleans up, she begins telling me everything I need to know. Celeste, is at an outpost west called the Pilot's Station. Sometimes she comes here to pick up food and that's about it. I leave the credits on a table next to her and exit the backroom, knowing where I have to go next. I may be broke, but I got what I need.