<strong>ALEX SNELL</strong><br/><br/><strong>"Ah Erin, good of you to join us. This is your last fucking chance! If you come so much as a minute late in the next three months, you're off to the job centre. Get your top off, time for the Parma ham. Thank you Julia, that's enough fun and games for now!"</strong>Alex breezed, nodding at his dedicated commis chef. He briefly peeked over her shoulder to check up on the crème fraîche, tasted it and kissed her cheek with a grin.<strong>"That's what I like to see! Let's get it slathered on the waitresses. Jamie! Veronica! Erin! To the slathering station, topless and in yer panties. Shake a leg!"</strong>As quickly as a bartender pressed for time, the chef mixed and shook the balsamico dressing for the ham as he saw the girls obey to varying degrees.<br/><br/>Downing his coffee, Alex sat his sous chef onto a worktop and intimately started preparing Jamie for a customer's favourite. He licked her lips provocatively over hers as he pinched and twisted her nipples to proud attention, then slathered the cream onto her breasts and resisted the urge to lick any off. The sliced, ripe back cherries held their shape well as he squished them onto each nipple and started snugly encasing each of her perky breasts in the Parma ham. Coating the inside of each piece with the vinaigrette, he molded and stuck them in place in the cream foundation. Each slice was shaped to weave tightly into an edible bra cup, and the head chef kneaded and smoothed the finished delicious lingerie seamlessly with his palms. As he finished wrapping up her breasts and wiping away the excess cream, he ground a knuckle firmly up and down the crotch of her lacy knickers and gave her  a firm, dirty kiss. An aroused Jamie was one who led by tantalising example.<br/><br/><strong>"Lana, darling, can you spare a moment? Give Julia a hand with the boob entrées , time to get  some serious cooking done,"</strong>Alex called over to his patissière. He gave her a saucy grin, that admitted to just how much he loved the sight of Faye the Elder smearing delicacies on Faye the Younger. Ever the showman, he set a small camera in the top corner of the kitchen to record the staff as they prepared his signature appetiser. It was always good to play a video of the preparation on a big screen as the diners arrived, to whet their appetites before sending in the waitresses. He didn't let the view distract him too much from whipping up his sorrel sauce for the trout. Meanwhile, he judiciously tossed together a pea risotto to go with it and left it to bubble to perfection. The fish itself would be flash fried at the last minute, as the punters ogled the waitresses peeling their first course off their breasts. Alex expected a small but profitable crowd  for the lunch sitting, perfect for breaking in the new girl.<br/><br/>When the creamy green sauce for the fish was ready, Alex sent a couple of dishwashers from the Dish Pigsty, as he called it, to set the tables, around 15 minutes before opening. The waitresses were there to serve and entertain; the Dish Pigs were there to do all the chores that could get a hostess's ham underwear to slip out of position. Luckily, all Snell's charcuterie à la brassière was constructed to his own extremely exacting standards.<br/><br/><strong>"Are we ready, Snell's Angels?"</strong>the chef shouted, after setting out carefully measured portions of scallops and trout fillets next to the cooker. He rubbed his hands together as he inspected his team thoroughly, wiping away misplaced smears of crème fraîche.<strong>"You know the drill. Get your sheer muslin tops on and gyrate a little around the pole to work them into suspense and get them sipping their Moët faster. There's three of you, you should be able to blow them away before you've even revealed their appetisers. Veronica, follow Jamie's lead and don't do anything fucking stupid! Firecrotch,"</strong>he addressed Erin,<strong>"make sure everyone's got a glass of something as they start drooling at the sight of Jamie and Veronica, before hopping on stage yourself for a group kiss and unveiling the Parma puppies. Any questions that aren't fucking stupid?"</strong>he barked like a staff sergeant, patting each girl's cheek.<br/>