How May I Serve You? My Uncontrollable Change From Successful Businesswoman To Low-Paid Waitress Chapter 3 free porn video
How May I Serve You?
My Uncontrollable Change from Successful Businesswoman to Low-Paid
Waitress
By Rachel Rose Parker
Hi there! This is my first ever story on FM and I'm delighted to get to
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CHAPTER 3! After demeaning the waitress in the 50s-style diner she's in,
successful and arrogant realtor Jess finds herself magically transformed
into a waitress herself, with memories of a new life and her friends not
knowing her. Can she figure out how to change back, or will she be stuck
waiting tables for the rest of her life...
Chapter 3
It was like I was a woman possessed. I politely sat the people at a
table, handed them menus, and even knew and recited the specials for
them.
My face grew red as I turned away, embarrassed at what I was now able to
do. Now uncontrollably able to do. This just wasn't me. I waited on no
one. I told people what I wanted. Why was this happening to me? I mean,
yeah, sure, I could be a bit tough on others, but that only helped make
them better people in the end. What did I do to deserve-
"Sorry, but we've been waiting awhile for our drinks."
Shane was motioning me from his table. I wanted to just keep on walking,
but I couldn't help but stop. Even worse, I could feel my face drop in
concern as my hands clasped apologetically. Oh, boy. This was so
humiliating!
"Oh my gosh," 'gosh'?! I never said 'gosh' in my whole life; "I'm so
sorry about that, sir. It's bouncing off the walls in here today. I'll
bring those right over to you. So sorry again."
I hurried back to the kitchen station as fast as I could; wanting to
break out of this new subservient role I was playing to Shane and Cassie.
They didn't remember me. But how? This was so insane. I grabbed a plastic
cup from beneath the counter and started to push a button to dispense the
Coke for Shane. I was scooping ice-cream into the blender when I caught
myself again. I was making a milkshake. I'd never made a milkshake in my
life. Far too calorific. But now, I was working away as if I made them
every day. I guess in a way now, I did.
No! Stop! Don't think like that, Jess! You can get over whatever's going
on here. There has to be a sensible reason for it all. Just think.
I grabbed the drinks and threw them on a tray. I decided to give Shane
and Cassie their drinks, get it out of the way so no one would hassle me.
I'd have more time to figure out what was going on.
I walked over with the tray raised up on one hand. The only time I'd ever
handled a tray was bringing shots from the bar to the table on a night
out, and I'd struggled with two hands them. My hips swayed as I made my
way around the tables to the guys, the strings on my aprons gliding
against my ass. I could feel people watching me, but I couldn't decide if
they were watching to see if I'd drop the tray, if they wanted my
attention so I could do something for them, or if they were checking me
out in my hip-hugging dress. Either way, I felt objectified. No one was
looking at me for the person I was, but as this servant they saw in front
of them.
I stopped feet from their table when it hit me; the cube!
The cube I had been playing with when it all happened. What had I said?
I'd made some stupid wish about showing the guys I could do this job.
That was it! That's what happened! It was insane, but that must have been
it!
I just needed the cube...
I scanned the table, but it wasn't there. I kneeled down, tray still in
hand, balancing like a pro, while I checked the floor under the table. It
wasn't there either... My heart sank. If it wasn't there, where was it?
If I couldn't find it, I'd never get my life back... I'd-
"Ahem..." Shane cleared his throat to get my attention.
I was being weird by looking around their table while holding their
drinks. I really wasn't impressing them.
"Here you folks go. I'm so sorry again about the delay."
"That's ok. Sure, we have our drinks now," Cassie pipped. "And it's
giving us time to chat."
She placed her hand over Shanes and he looked at her with a caring gaze.
Wait a second, are they a couple?! When did this happen?! I'd always
thought they should be together, but they never actually made the moves
as far as I could tell. I had to find out more, but do it subtly.
"Oh, are you folks a couple?" Ok, maybe not so subtle.
"Eh, yeah," Cassie gave Shane a look. I had crossed a boundary with her.
Whoops. Oh well, damage done, might as well continue.
"Can I ask how long you've been together?"
"Em... Yeah, sure. We've known each other for about four years but
started going out about a year and a half ago after our friend's
wedding."
A year and a half ago at a friend's wedding... I remembered that wedding.
We'd gone as a trio after my date came down with a sudden case of being
dumped. I got so drunk that I got sick and started crying. Cassie had
looked after me in the bathroom for the night.
But they didn't remember that. I guess it stood to reason that if they
didn't recognise me now, it meant we didn't all know each other, so I
wasn't at the wedding, and without me and my drunken sobbing in the way,
they must have hooked up. Wow.
Ok, that was a lot to take in.
"I'll, eh, be right back with your order."
I high-tailed it away, definitely drawing attention to me, but I didn't
know what to say. I was gobsmacked. My entire history with Shane and
Cassie was gone, and not only did they not miss me, but they were in fact
living a happy life together.
I leaned against the kitchen counter, needing a moment.
I looked around and it hit me. With me in the kitchen were four other
waitresses, identically dressed to me, identically exhausted as I was
starting to feel. All my life, they had been background noise to my
buzzing life. Now this was my life. Now I was one of them.
Though I knew I'd never met any of these girls in my life, and normally
wouldn't even be able to tell any of them apart, I knew who each person
was. We had history. I could feel it.
Take Lexi, for example. She trained me in here when I started and we went
out on the lash every couple of months. We'd slept on each other's
couches countless times. Oh, God! That's not true! That never happened!
I've never met this woman before! But if I couldn't find the cube or come
up with another way out, this was going to be my life forever.
Come on, Jess. Keep it together. Think...
Alma
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