Your English teacher | The birthday suit special

You nearly dropped to the floor in a panic when you saw your English teacher perched at the seat you were about to serve. Ms. White was a young bombshell that you've gotten in a lot of trouble with her in the past. You couldn't help but doze off during her lectures, and your eyes couldn't help but drift southward, focusing on that flimsy top she loved which barely contained her curves.

She had caught you gawking more than once, and tried her hardest to get you expelled from school, but somehow you managed to get away with a second chance. Now it was clear that she loathed you and took perverse pleasure in making your life as difficult as possible.

Looking once more it seems that she isn't in her usual attire, but her dress rule of loose outfits still hasn't been broken. She sat in a bold cocktail dress that was a deep navy color with silver accents along the edges. The dress clung to every inch of her slender figure. Its hem dipping dangerously lower than usual, drawing attention to the exposed valley of skin between her barley covered breasts.

Your feet start scurrying backward in a state of alarm, but you run into Sarah.

"What's up John?" Your boss questioned you as she steadied you

"Uh, nothing... it's just the guest I'll be serving is my English teacher."

"Really? How interesting!" Sarah smiled. "It's great when guests get a waiter they know. Tends to lead to more spending!"

"B-But," you try to explain you rough past, but Sarah didn't even give you the chance.

"Go on now, John," she said with a gentle nudge towards the booth. "Don't keep her waiting."

Your hands trembled as you approached her table, trying to keep you composure. "Good evening, Ms. White," you said nervously. "What can I get for you tonight?"

The teacher looked up at you, her expression unreadable. For a moment, you thought she was going to reprimand you, but instead she simply flashed a smile.

"John? Now that's a face I didn't expect to see here tonight." She laughed. "Don't tell me that you're my waiter for the evening?"

You return a nervous laugh as you pour her a glass of water. "Umm, it would appear that way Ms. White."

"Kim, Kim is fine. We're not in the classroom."

"Oh, okay," you say, feeling a bit of the tension between you and Kim start to dissipate. You can't help but wonder if you had been wrong in assuming that she remembered, or even cared about what happened between the two of you. With the thought in mind, you decide to apologize once more.
"Kim, can I apologize again for what happened last year?"

The smile on Kim's face dropped for a brief second before returning, along with the tension between the two of you.
"Apology accepted." She said curtly.

The brevity of her response made the tension in the air tighten around you like course ropes against your skin. An urgent need to clear things up **** you to speak again.

"A-Are you sure you do Ms. Whit- Ermm, Kim? It's ok if you hold a grudge against me after what I did. I know it was unacceptable behavior, objectifying you like that."

Kim let out a giggle. "John I don't hold grudges. But I do remember when someone has wronged me. So don't wind yourself up over what happened a year ago. We all have desires, some of us just know how to express them more appropriately than others."

"Umm, thanks?" You respond a bit confused. You think that was a more earnest acceptance of your apology. Or Maybe that was her way of telling you to drop it. This might just be a subject you have to let settle over time.

"Now I believe there's something you have to ask me John." Kim said with a tap of her finger to the menu in front of her.

"Right, I forgot for a second we're in a restaurant." You awkwardly laugh before pulling out your pen and paper. "Can I start you off with some drinks tonight Kim?"

"Of course. I'll have a whiskey highball to start."

You quickly jot down the drink's name in your notepad before reaching for the cocktail menu. "Great I'll have that out in-"

Ms. White's hand suddenly reaches out and takes the laminated paper away from you. You look up to meet her eyes; there is a playful smirk on her face.

“Let’s make it the birthday suit special; with a ring on it.” She said, her finger unapologetically lingering on graphic of the totally naked waiter from the list of purchasable uniforms.

Your face becomes warm as you meet Kim's gaze. It seems for a moment you'd also forgotten the risqué nature of this bar, only to be reminded by the nude graphic of the waiter on the menu.
You and Kim keep eye contact for a few drawn-out seconds, then she winks at you seductively, sending your heart into a flutter and jolting you back to reality.

"Right away Kim." You say as you grab the menu and rush back to prepare her order. Her hungry stare still burned into your mind. Glancing over your shoulder you see her give you a little wave and an excited grin. You can feel her gaze tearing through your clothes. You begin to sweat a bit, knowing that the next time you'll meet your English teacher she'll still be in that luxury cocktail dress, and you'll be butt naked and ready to please.

Kim asked you to "put a ring on it". An order that left you puzzled. Hopefully your boss can shed some light on that request.