The Life of Ashley Joy

I am a twentyfive-year-old indian-american who works at a classy restaurant as a waiter. This restaurant is located in Manhattan and caters to the wealthy citizens of New York. My first night working turned out to be my best night so far.

I arrived at work fifteen minutes early, as instructed, for a briefing on what to expect. After the owner met with Me, he sent me off to work. This wasn’t my first job as a waiter so I didn’t need too many instructions. A few hours later, I was walking out of the kitchen when noticed a familiar looking woman a corner table.

“Hey, is that who I think it is?” I asked another waiter.

“Yep, Courtney Cox. And she’s at one of your tables,” he replied with a grin.

I couldn’t believe my luck that THE Courtney Cox, the woman I’d watched week after week on “Friends” was sitting at one of my tables. I walked over trying to calm myself. As I approached, I noticed she was wearing a black, sleeveless dress that showed her more than ample cleavage. I also took note that her dress barely covered her gorgeous thighs. She was sitting with a handsome man who appeared to be putting on his coat.

I introduced myself and asked them if they would like a drink.

“No thanks, I’m leaving,” the man said. He abruptly got up and walked away.

“Asshole,” she said under her breath.

“I’m sorry, ma’am, but would you like a drink?”

“No but what I would like is to get back at that shithead. She pulled out a pen and paper from her purse and scribbled an address down. It was that of a hotel. “When do you get off?” she asked with a dazzling smile?

“In two hours,” I mumbled.

“Great! Meet me here. We can have that drink then.”

With that she stood up and left. I stood there watching her beautiful body sawing on 3 inch heals as she gracefully walked out of the restaurant. Had Courtney Cox just asked me to her hotel room for a drink? Me? I am only average looking and almost half her age! Wow!