Some creepy glances and a pat...

My jobs consisted of taking food in and out of the kitchen and seating some guests. It seemed easy enough at first, but then I started to make mistakes. People would order something and then the person beside them would say it was theirs. It confused me, but bending over the table to pass the plate of food didn't get on my nerves too much.

But that's when a businessman sat down on his own. I treated him like any other customer, but his gaze was fixed on me. I shivered as I walked back into the kitchen, finding the chef working away like usual.

"Try your best to ignore Mr. Radcliffe. He's always been a bit... close to my workers, but don't pay him any mind." He plates up a meal. "Just ignore 'im."

Taking the plate in my hands, I walk back into the dining room. Yet again, this 'Radcliffe' character was staring at me with his sly eyes. Something about him unnerved me.

I took the food to him and placed it carefully on the table, a strange shape rubbing against my rear. It suddenly squeezes my ass and I yelp. It was Mr. Radcliffe's hand. He had a creepy look of satisfaction on his smug face.

"What the... what the fuck do you think you're doing?!" I shout, my cheeks burning red. "Get the fuck out, creep!"

"That's a shame..." He mutters, standing up and brushing past me as he walks to the door of the restaurant. He takes one last look at me, shaking his head, before leaving. Whatever that sick creep wanted, he could go fuck himself for all I cared.