She'll get her scores up

"I'll get my scores up." she said. She shifted from foot to foot.

"Good. Lose the panties. Now." Dale said. She blushed, badly. He motioned with his finger, stabbing the air high, then dropping it low. Her pale cheeks burned a bright red as she hesitated. He made the motion again, and she lifted the sides of her skirt, not able to look at him. She hooked her flimsy panties with her thumbs, and quickly drew them down her legs. "Good. You've got Tiffany's section. Now get the fuck out of here." he said, turning back to the computer. Faye nodded, and opened the door. The air conditioning sent cool streams of wind under her green and black plaid skirt, letting her know every second how exposed she was.

"Um, I'm taking over for Tiff." she said to the cook.

"Thank fucking God. Order up. Been in the window for a few minutes." he said without looking at her.

"Fuck!" she thought to herself. She grabbed the tray full of appetizers and, seeing most of them had ordered Coke, a pitcher of it. She **** a smile onto her face, and started walking toward them. She could hear them talking. They were all older, the youngest probably 60. Tweed jackets and Old Spice aftershave. Probably a chess club or golfing buddies.

"...this is fucking bullshit. Been here half an hour!" one of them said.

"Yeah, five more minutes and I'm out of here, tight ass or not!" another said. Faye smiled, approached, and placed the appetizers on the table. "Ahh, that's more like it!" the man said, grinning with a face so smoothly shaven it gleamed in the light. He had a balding gray combover, and sat at the edge. "Bout' fuckin' time!" he said.

"Sorry, hon. Just came on shift." she said, smiling her loveliest smile. He reached a hand out and patted her bottom. She grinned, screaming inside. "Refills?" she asked.

"Oh, definitely. Have a seat, makes it easier to get the whole table." he said. Faye looked around. They were only ones in her section, which was around the corner from the main diner. No one would see. She smiled, and nodded. One thing "Knockers" waitresses were known for was sitting on one of the diner's laps and passing out the food and drinks. She obediently slipped onto his lap, and filled his Coke. Quickly, she shifted to the next one.

She wasn't surprised when he rubbed his hand on her exposed side. She wiggled her bottom as she'd been taught in orientation before sliding over to the one on the middle. She started to refill his drink when she felt his hand on her left thigh, sliding slowly up her skirt. She smiled, and tried to move; but he held her there. She looked at him. He had a wrinkled face and crooked smile. He slid his hand further up, and inward so it was at the top of her thigh. She smiled, and wiggled, and he let her pass. the fourth one waited till she was pouring his Coke until he slid his hand up her creamy abdomen, and onto her left breast. Faye took a deep breath as he kneeded and groped her. The third man slid his hand onto her other thigh, pushing her skirt up as he did so. She wiggled and giggled, and the man let her pass. Finally, sitting on the last man's lap, she poured the Coke. He slid both of his hands onto her hips. She smiled and wiggled, but her held her in place. She felt him swelling in his pants beneath her. "I've got your appetizers." she said, blushing.

"That's good, cause I've got the biggest tip at the table." he said roguishly before letting her up. Faye's heart was pounding as she stood. Faye walked to the tray, and picked it up. She sat it down in the middle of the table.

"Aren't you going to pass them out?" the first man said. Faye's heart sank. She nodded, and slipped back onto his lap.

"Alright, for you the potato sk..."she said as she felt his hands on her exposed thighs, caressing her young flesh with wrinkled fingers. He pulled her skirt up, almost exposing her. "potato skins?" she said with a **** smile, placing the dish in front of him. He nodded, and she slid to the next one. "No appetizer?" she said. He shook his head, and she gave him a wiggle, feeling the throbbing erection before sliding over to the middle man. "And for you, the sampler plat...sampler..."she said as his hands slid up her torso, both of them onto her thinly covered breasts. "Guys, I don't..."she said, feeling hands push her skirt up. She pushed at their wrists and tried to wriggle free.

"Ahh, nuts! The last waitress was much better! I'll be wanting a survey!" the guy groping her said angrily. Faye blushed, badly; and released their wrists. "Ahh, there we go. There we go..." he said, his hands roaming her young body. She buried her face in her shoulder as her skirt as was pushed up, exposing her exquisitely groomed and smooth sex. Their wrinkled hands roamed and groped her body, her top pulled down as her thighs were spread.

Eager fingers slid over her inner thighs, plunging under her plaid skirt. Faye clasped her hands over her pale face when they found her smoothly shaven lips. Other fingers found her puffy nipples, pulling and pinching them to shameful erection.

"Please, don't..." she said.

"Don't what?" the one she was sitting on said, his hand cupping her moist sex. "Don't ask for a survey?" he said, angrily. Faye whimpered.

"Don't mind me." she said. He grinned a predatory grin, and hooked his finger. She gasped as it slid into her. Faye sat there, five sets on hands exploring her body, the busboy grinning as he cleaned a table in her view. She felt his grisled knuckle push deeper as the other men began rubbing themselves.

"Now, he may have ordered the sampler; but I ordered the combo." the one on the end said. "Why don't you go see if that's ready, and we'll wait right here." he said. One by one, the hands retreeted, the one sliding his fingers in and out of her the last to release her. Faye slid out the side seat, and nearly ran back to the kitchen. She pushed passed the cook, and closed the stock room door. Her breath was heavy. Despite herself, juices were flowing in trickles down her inner thighs.

"That's some good customer satisfaction." she heard a voice say. She looked up. The busboy was standing in the doorway. He stepped inside, and let it close behind him.