It was another blazing hot summer day in Perth, a light sheen of sweat forming on my forehead as I raced about taking customer orders and bringing out food to hungry patrons. It was always like this during the lunchtime rush, office workers packed our small Spanish cafe in the heart of the city, eager to eat and get back to their jobs. It could be stressful at times but I grew to love the work, most people were very friendly and polite but I do experience jerks and wankers from time to time( most being lawyers or stockbrokers). If it wasn’t complaining about this or that it was lured comments about my appearance, typical guy stuff, but I learned pretty quickly to just ignore it, always keeping a smile on my face even if I wanted to spill a hot coffee all over their expensive trousers.
The crowd started to thin out around 1:30 pm finally giving me time to take a quick bathroom break and fix my self up a bit, wiping away the sweat from an intense 2 hours. When I stepped back out I noticed a group of men in uniform had taken seats at one of our outdoor tables. I quickly retied my apron and headed out to greet them with a couple of menus in hand. As I got closer I discovered they were all US navy sailors which made me cringe a little( that’s the last thing I needed, a group of sexed-up sailors on shore leave), I did my best to not look annoyed, flashing a polite, welcoming smile as I greeted them and explained the specials on offer ( geez, they are all staring at my tits) I noticed while finishing up my explanation.
“ that all sounds pretty good Me…gan”, the one on the left said as he pretended to be reading my name tag and not blatantly staring up at my cleavage which was discreetly on display in my black somewhat, low cut T-shirt.
The others chuckled and nodded their heads in agreement clearly doing the same thing, I rolled my eyes and placed the Menu’s on their table, giving them the standard “ill be back in 5 minutes to take their order line”, before walking off. I wasn’t even three steps in when I heard one of them making a remark about my arse, I resisted the urge to turn my head around and make it known that I heard what was said, I instead continued to saunter of leaving them to shamelessly keep staring at my jean covered behind to their heart’s content.
“It looks like you have some fans”, my co-worker Michelle joked with an amused grin on her face.
“ well, you are more than welcome to take them of my hands if you want?”, I retorted, sticking out my tongue at her playfully.
“ I wouldn’t mind, a couple of them are pretty hot, especially that black guy on the right”, she pointed out.
I turned my attention to him for a moment, my eyes discreetly checking him out, I had always found black men attractive but had never had the opportunity to be with one before, of course, I was curious ( how could I not be with all the tales and stereotypes about black men floating around these days on the internet) I don’t know how long I was staring for but Michelle’s voice snapped me out of my mini trance.
“Have you ever been with a black guy before? you know what they say right?”, she softly whispered leaning in closer to me so we wouldn’t be heard.
“ No I haven’t, and yes I think everyone knows the rumors about black guys”, I replied before we both giggled like school girls
“If I didn’t have a boyfriend I would totally try and find out first hand if it was true”, Michelle teased, giving me a mischievous wink before she walked off to serve a couple who walked in.