Tilted Kilt

"Hey Shari. Take a look at the couple in the corner for me. Don't they look like a couple to you?"

Shari took a glance while loading her tray with four cold beers in frosty glasses. "Yeah Danika, I'd guess they are. Why do you ask?"

"Because she slipped me her phone number when he was in the boy's room. She just smiled and said she'd like me to call her soon."

"No Shit?", looking at them a little closer now. "She is quite attractive, though a bit older than your usual dates."

The man and woman in question were both in their mid-40's and well-dressed. "You gonna call her?"

"I don't know. I'll have to think about it some on my day off tomorrow."

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Shari and I work as waitresses at a sports bar called the "Tilted Kilt". It's a sports bar, but we wear skimpy little red kilts for skirts and white shirts that barely cover our breasts and show lots of skin. White, knee-high socks cap off the outfit and needless to say, we do get lots of ogling and propositions. The tips can be quite good for the girls with bodies and aren't afraid to show their skin. I always make sure I wear a bra that's at least one cup size too small for my 36C breasts. A sexy little tattoo on my lower back that disappears into my kilt gets the customers - men and women - looking at me, coming and going.

Shari is my best friend and my roommate. We share a little two bedroom apartment in the downtown San Diego area that has become quite trendy in the past few years. It's great that we can also walk the four blocks to work since parking can be tough in the area. We're both 24 and have been friends since college. In fact, we dated some in college but realized we were happier just being friends.

Sunday was a chilly, rain-filled day so I slept in and enjoyed the feeling of the warm sheets on my skin. I finally crawled out of bed around noon, knowing I had laundry and some other things I had to get done on my day off.