Take Home the waitress

Notes: This is a fantasy. Make sure you discuss a fetish like this thoroughly and lay down ground rules should you try this with your partner. Also, don't hit on wait staff while they're on the clock. They're paid to be nice to you.

Kendra's eyes lit up with passion. "Our waitress," she basically moaned "Tonight,"

Your waitress was tiny. No taller than 5'4". A classic hour glass figure, brunette hair done up in a bun, eyes submissively downcast and a sweet flowery voice. She came over to deliver your check after your table had been bused of its plates and silverware. As she retrieved the check, she opened up the small black booklet and found two twenty dollar bills, in addition to your credit card, over half of what the meal had cost. She gasped a little, and slammed it shut, looked at me and murmured, "I think you put too much in here..."

"For excellent service from a pretty face? I'd say that right there isn't enough," You say, flashing a handsome smile.

Your waitress blushed heavily, and took the cash, slipping it into her blouse. "When do you get off, Sweet-heart?" I asked.

She swiveled around, flustered. "Only about ten minutes..."

"How about you come back to our place for a glass of wine or two afterwards? You've more than earned it."

After your waitress stops giggling, She agrees and you and Kendra get to planning.