The Diner's Review

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'There is something missing in the world of food service these days. In the good old days service and friendliness was everything; especially at a local Diner, like Janet's Diner situated in the Pomona area North West of Down town New York City. You might...'


Carrie stopped writing with a sigh, "I'm never going to get this right," she muttered in defeat.


Resting her head in her hands, Carrie prepared to give up for the day. At Twenty Six, Carried had finally been given the break she had worked so hard for; a job writing in the New York Times. Though she had been given a small food column buried deep in the paper, she saw it as a way to prove her writing ability and move up in the Times. As one of her first assignments, she had been instructed to review Janet's Diner.


Though it wasn't a big assignment or even that important, Carrie had enjoyed it all the same. The first meal had prompted a return visit, then another and finally this third return visit. Each visit was supposed to cause her creative juices to flow but the waitress that had served her on all three previous visits had certainly caused juices to flow, though not the creative kind.


So here she was, here fourth visit to Janet's and she still didn't know what to write to do this wonderful place justice.


"You look lost in thought," said a sweet, familiar voice above her.


Carrie glanced up and stopped herself from staring at the beautiful woman before her. It was the same waitress as before. Carrie's eyes wandered up the waitress' beautiful frame. She wore a white, button up t-shirt with "JANET'S" in bold red letters above her ample left breast and a name tag proclaiming "CHLOE" above her right. She wore a skirt of deep red that was somewhat tight and reached to her knees. Her blonde hair was pulled back in a lovely styled ponytail that let her piercing green eyes stand out.


Carrie felt herself growing aroused as she watched those beautiful eyes. She imagined the waitress naked and how amazing her body would feel under Carrie's careful, loving caresses. She imagined the feel of her breasts beneath her palms, the feel of her nipples hardening and the smell of excitement and moisture growing between her legs. Carrie couldn't help but feel wetness on her panties. She coughed and shook her head, trying to shake away her fantasies.


Carrie smiled at Chloe,"Yeah sorry, I'm trying to figure out what I want to say in my review of Janet's Diner that does it some justice."


"Still working on that huh?" said Chloe with a smile, "Is that why you've been here so much in the past week?"


Carrie thought she heard a note of disappointment in Chloe's voice but nodded. Chloe looked around the nearly empty room and sat down close beside Carrie.


"Mind if I read what you have so far?"


Carried hesitated for a second before smiling and handing Chloe her notebook. As Chloe read, Carrie tried desperately to ignore the feeling of the waitress' left breast that rest against her bare right arm as well as the feeling of Chloe's bare leg against Carrie's. She cursed herself for wearing shorts.


Ahh to be between the silky legs, the thought came unbidden and Carrie gulped to push it away.


"I like it, sounds good so far," smiled Chloe.

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