<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/40/LexiOCallahan.jpg)</div><strong>Character name</strong>: Alexandra O’Callahan (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=211572.msg10420133#msg10420133), Waitress<br/><strong>Who:</strong>Gabriel, Closed<br/><strong>Where:</strong>Dining Room<br/><strong>When: </strong>Saturday August 2nd | Morning<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Short white shorts and a Bekamor Staff shirt with her nametag on it, clean white running shoes, hair in a ponytail<br/><hr/>The late night swim she'd had the night before had been exactly what Alexandra had needed, and if she was telling the truth, the unexpected meeting with the enigmatic life guard had been rather enjoyable as well. It had done wonders for her energy levels, and Saturday morning had her moving with a little more bounce in her step as she moved between tables, serving plates of high quality omelets and crepes, bowls of exotic fruits and glasses of cool orange juice and milk. She even served a few mimosas,  even though she thought it entirely too early for alcohol.<br/><br/>She had just finished serving a wealthy young couple who were celebrating their honeymoon by indulging in their “swinging fantasies”  as they called them, when another table that had been there for almost an hour already and was entirely too generous with his attentions called her over yet again. She could swear she could almost set her watch by how often he called her… every ten minutes, it seemed. But… the customer was always right, and if she wanted a tip, she’d just have to find a way to balance the over demanding man’s needs with the rest of her tables. “You all enjoy your breakfast and I’ll be back to check on you later, okay?” she asked the couple, who were enthusiastically discussing some girl they’d picked up and taken back to their rooms the night before, hardly seeming to notice Alexandra at all.<br/><br/>Giving her head a little shake as a bemused smile crossed her features, Alexandra moved toward the table with the overly friendly male patron. “What can I do for you?” she asked, doing her best to sound chipper and not let her annoyance show in her tone.<br/><br/>Almost immediately, an arm found her waist and before she could protest, Alexandra was forced to let out a little squeal of surprise as she half toppled in to the man’s lap. Almost immediately, she could feel something hard and insistent pressing against the round of her ass, and a deep crimson blush created by a mixture of embarrassment and anger surfaced within her. “What you can do,” he said, his heavily Vermont accented voice breathing against her neck and ear, sending a shiver of disgust through her as the smell of alcohol tinged her nose, “is keep your fine ass in my lap and feed me my breakfast. Then maybe if you’re a very good girl, I’ll take you back to my room.”<br/><br/>Alexandra squirmed slightly, trying to break away from his hold as casually as possible. “I’m sorry, Sir, but I have work to do and other customers to look after,” she said, her voice flustered and a nugget of panic beginning to form inside of her. She saw heads turning their way, people curiously looking on and Alexandra’s face turned another shade of red as embarrassment washed over her once more. What on earth must they think of her, sitting in some man’s lap in the middle of her shift, with his hand pushing itself in to the waistband of her shorts like his was?<br/><br/>Her hand found his, tried to halt it as it pressed through her panties and in to the delicate, sensitive folds within them. “Please stop,” she gasped, squirming a little harder and trying to break away from him, her hand still tugging at his arm, trying to force it away from her.