She called the number on her hospital bill to check on the total. It came as no surprise when she was told that her remaining balance was zero, and that the hospital appreciated her business. Her mind turned to this evening. If she played her cards right, she’d be one step closer to not having to worry about any of her bills.
She arrived right on time for her shift, and began to seat customers. It was a Sunday night, so she’d expect it to be pretty slow usually, but today it seemed a little bit more busy than usual. She got into the swing of things, but in the back of her mind she kept looking out for Mr. Hayes to walk in through the door. Sure enough, about eight, he arrived. There was no girl on his arm tonight. Tracy smiled as he caught her eye, and greeted him warmly. “Hello, Mr. Hayes! May I interest you in your usual seat?”
He looked confused for a moment, but then, Tracy guessed that he decided to play along. “Yes of course. I’ll take a wine menu as well.” She grabbed a food and wine menu and led him to his table.
After he sat down at his usual booth, he smiled at Tracy. “I don’t know if you’ve checked with the hospital yet, but I’ve taken care of everything.” He was obviously quite pleased with himself.
Tracy smiled back. “I did, actually. It pleases me deeply to be taken care of like that.” Her extra emphasis on the word pleases got an obvious rise out of Mr. Hayes. He began to look her up and down, probably imagining what she’d look like with that set of lingerie on again. She had not worn it again today, and was glad, because she had a long shift left ahead of her. She recomposed herself as a waitress.
“Our soup of the day is lobster bisque, and if you’d like I can have the sommelier bring you out your usual bottle of wine.” He looked a little crestfallen, and she didn’t want him leaving, so she sat down next to him. He instantly slid a hand into her lap underneath the table, and she leaned into him. “You’ve pleased me greatly, but much like you, I have to put business before pleasure…” Before he could respond, she stood back up. “So do you have a soup order?”
He smiled. “You know, lobster bisque sounds great. Tell Jim I won’t be needing the wine tonight, because I won’t be drinking. After all, I have to drive back to my place tonight…” He let the sentence hang, but she knew that he intended for her to be riding back with him.
The night went as usual, with customers coming and going, and Tracy serving each of them the best she could. Every time she passed Mr. Hayes, though, she had a touch on the shoulder, or a wink as she asked, “Is there anything else I can get you tonight?” He continued to act like his normal flirtatious self, pushing the boundaries, but never quite crossing the line.
As the number of patrons in the restaurant started to dwindle, he began to look more and more impatient, like he wished he had ordered that bottle of wine. He attended to some business on his cell phone, but was constantly looking around for where Tracy was at, and never missed when she walked by.
At ten, he settled his bill. Tracy smiled, and when she returned with his card, she brought two wash cloths. He looked up at her quizzically. “The sooner you and I clean all these tables, the sooner you and I can get out of here.”
He sat there with his mouth agape. “I could get a dozen men to clean this place from top to bottom, and you and I could take off right now.” He pulled out his cell phone and began to thumb through his contacts.
Tracy took his cell phone from him and closed it. “A dozen men cleaning this place wouldn’t please me, and I know you want to please me…”
Mr. Hayes looked at her, then said very coldly, “I don’t have time for this. I should have left two hours ago.” He began to put on his coat.
Tracy might have panicked a little bit, but she knew she could reel him back in. “You’re so close too. But, if you walk out that door, you’ll never get the chance to please me again.” She sashayed away from him, and bent over to wipe down one of the tables. Her ass stuck out at him, swaying a little as she hummed. He reluctantly picked up the wash cloth and began to wipe down his own table.
Soon, he seemed to get into it, and the other waiters and waitresses enjoyed the help. The question was obviously on all their minds, “Why is this rich guy helping us clean?” but they let it happen. Mr. Hayes stared at Tracy almost the whole time, clearly just doing this to win her favor. When all the tables were washed down, he eagerly grabbed a mop and mopped up the floor, splashing the dirty water on his shoes that probably cost more than she made in a week. It was something of a spectacle, but she was convinced she had him where she wanted him.