have any trouble getting stylish clothing to fit them. Sam always seemed to be struggling with some article of clothing, either her breasts showing too much cleavage or her hips pulling a skirt tightly around them, revealing more than she wanted to reveal.
Sam was having that problem this morning as well, as she dug through her closet and finally chose a form-fitting dark red V-neck top and a black skirt that ended just above the knee. This would work fine for running errands and also for work later, she thought, as she found some shoes with a small heel that were cute but practical. After applying just a hint of makeup and a swipe of lipstick, Sam grabbed her bag and headed out the door into the sunshine, not to return until after her shift that night.
After an afternoon of shopping, a late lunch with Emily, and a trip to the library to return a book, Sam arrived at the Half Moon Bar and Grill a little before four o'clock to begin her shift. She had been a server at the Half Moon for a little less than a year, first part-time until she had to stop going to school for lack of money, and now full-time. She told herself that she would work there for two years, tops, as she figured out what to do with her life -- whether she would be able to go back to school and finish her degree, or whether she should try another angle toward beginning a career. She had been taking classes toward a business degree, but she found that her interests were so varied that she didn't quite know what she really wanted to do with her life. As expensive as school was, she thought that she probably should have a better idea of her career goals before she went back.
Sam said hello to the other girls, as well as Nick, the bartender, and went to the back to put her things away and get her apron for the beginning of her shift. On the way there, she bumped into Hallie, one of the other waitresses.
"Oh, hey, Sam!" Hallie smiled as she went by with a tray.
"Hey, Hal!" Sam called back. Hallie was, in a word, stunning. She had exactly the kind of looks Sam would have loved to have herself. Where Sam was voluptuous, Hallie was tight and toned. She always seemed to have a circle of men vying for her attention, too, which Hallie often said was annoying, but she never really seemed to mind too much. Still, for all the male attention she received, Hallie and Sam were generally about neck and neck for the amount of tips they received per night, which Sam reminded herself with satisfaction. At least Hallie's assets didn't give her too much of a leg up over Sam in that category.
The shift passed mostly without incident, in a blur of activity. The Half Moon was a popular bar in this part of the city, and there usually wasn't a lot of down time during the course of an evening, even on weeknights like tonight. Around ten o'clock, as the restaurant service was shutting down, a handful of people came in to sit at the bar. One of them, a man alone, sat down at a table not far from the bar and ordered a Hendricks and tonic. Hallie came over to Samantha and said in a low whisper, "Wow, look at that guy! He is hot!" Glancing over, Sam had to agree. He appeared to be in his mid- to late-thirties, with dark hair that curled around his collar, dark eyes, and wide, sensuous lips. He was dressed casually in a dark button-down shirt that fit perfectly on his muscular frame, jeans, and dark, fashionable shoes. He leaned back in his chair and smiled up at Hallie when she brought his drink. Sam noticed that Hallie lingered at his table talking to him for a minute or two, and assumed that she was turning on her high-powered flirting especially for him. Interestingly, though, the man, though friendly, did not seem to be immediately taking the bait, as most men did when Hallie turned on the charm. Instead, as she turned away and headed back to the bar, his gaze shifted to rest on Sam. Meeting her eyes, he held her gaze and did not look away
Sam was having that problem this morning as well, as she dug through her closet and finally chose a form-fitting dark red V-neck top and a black skirt that ended just above the knee. This would work fine for running errands and also for work later, she thought, as she found some shoes with a small heel that were cute but practical. After applying just a hint of makeup and a swipe of lipstick, Sam grabbed her bag and headed out the door into the sunshine, not to return until after her shift that night.
After an afternoon of shopping, a late lunch with Emily, and a trip to the library to return a book, Sam arrived at the Half Moon Bar and Grill a little before four o'clock to begin her shift. She had been a server at the Half Moon for a little less than a year, first part-time until she had to stop going to school for lack of money, and now full-time. She told herself that she would work there for two years, tops, as she figured out what to do with her life -- whether she would be able to go back to school and finish her degree, or whether she should try another angle toward beginning a career. She had been taking classes toward a business degree, but she found that her interests were so varied that she didn't quite know what she really wanted to do with her life. As expensive as school was, she thought that she probably should have a better idea of her career goals before she went back.
Sam said hello to the other girls, as well as Nick, the bartender, and went to the back to put her things away and get her apron for the beginning of her shift. On the way there, she bumped into Hallie, one of the other waitresses.
"Oh, hey, Sam!" Hallie smiled as she went by with a tray.
"Hey, Hal!" Sam called back. Hallie was, in a word, stunning. She had exactly the kind of looks Sam would have loved to have herself. Where Sam was voluptuous, Hallie was tight and toned. She always seemed to have a circle of men vying for her attention, too, which Hallie often said was annoying, but she never really seemed to mind too much. Still, for all the male attention she received, Hallie and Sam were generally about neck and neck for the amount of tips they received per night, which Sam reminded herself with satisfaction. At least Hallie's assets didn't give her too much of a leg up over Sam in that category.
The shift passed mostly without incident, in a blur of activity. The Half Moon was a popular bar in this part of the city, and there usually wasn't a lot of down time during the course of an evening, even on weeknights like tonight. Around ten o'clock, as the restaurant service was shutting down, a handful of people came in to sit at the bar. One of them, a man alone, sat down at a table not far from the bar and ordered a Hendricks and tonic. Hallie came over to Samantha and said in a low whisper, "Wow, look at that guy! He is hot!" Glancing over, Sam had to agree. He appeared to be in his mid- to late-thirties, with dark hair that curled around his collar, dark eyes, and wide, sensuous lips. He was dressed casually in a dark button-down shirt that fit perfectly on his muscular frame, jeans, and dark, fashionable shoes. He leaned back in his chair and smiled up at Hallie when she brought his drink. Sam noticed that Hallie lingered at his table talking to him for a minute or two, and assumed that she was turning on her high-powered flirting especially for him. Interestingly, though, the man, though friendly, did not seem to be immediately taking the bait, as most men did when Hallie turned on the charm. Instead, as she turned away and headed back to the bar, his gaze shifted to rest on Sam. Meeting her eyes, he held her gaze and did not look away
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