<em><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 11pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;">Lana <em>and </em>Erin Faye</span></span></em><br/><br/><br/>"I didn't have to be late to do this," Erin murmured, the corner of her mouth quirking up as she leaned forward, laying one hand lightly on Jamie's thigh, her thumb sweeping down in the lightest of strokes.  Her soft lips pressed deeply into Jamie's ass, her tongue slipping out to leave a generous trail of moisture in the black panties that ran from the starting crevice of the head waitress' small ass and down along her slit before leaning back.  Then, in the blink of an eye, she was turning, giving a clearing of her throat, and moving toward Julia and Lana to be prepared for lunch, the thin, flimsy sun dress she'd donned that morning discarded onto the nearby workstation, leaving her in the black panties and matching designer stilettos she wore.<br/><br/>Across the kitchen Lana lightly chuckled, sending a glance up to Alex that told him precisely what she thought of his delightfully perverted nature.  This wasn't the first time, nor would be the last, that she'd stepped in to help get the girls ready -- specifically her sister -- outside of the dessert course.  Not that either Faye sister even whispered a word of protest, Lana's own eyes momentarily gleaming as she wiped her hands free of excess dough, rinsed them under cold water, and then made her way over toward Julia, Erin and the new girl, the latter who was ignored, and focused, appropriately, her attention on the slender red read, pausing just long enough to slip a mint from the pocket of her apron-cum-jacket.<br/><br/>Obediently Erin parted her mouth when Lana came forward, a small mint in hand that was slipped between her lips, and smiled as her older sister gave her a light kiss before lending her hands with the preparations.  It would have been impossible to ignore that Lana spent a little extra time in making sure her nipples were nice and perky, her hands openly fondling her breasts and fingers rolling and tugging on her nipples; she also doubted the slow, teasing rub of Lana's index finger in-between her thighs was needed, but Erin gave no complaints, instead needing to press her lips together to hold back yet another whimpery moan.  She tried not to grin too widely when Lana looked up, arching an eyebrow at discovering how wet she'd become just from the teasing, or when Lana mouthed, "Later," before resuming the work.<br/><br/>The preparations were over far too soon as far as Erin was concerned, her skin still slightly flaring with goosebumps from the chilled cream, and with a final glance of her herself decked out in the offered food, she moved carefully into line behind Jamie and the new girl -- whose name she hadn't been able to catch yet -- to listen to Alex's instructions, already mentally altering her route out to grab a tray of bottles and glasses on her way.  She couldn't help tilting her head just in time to nip at Alex's hand when he patted her cheek, grinning rather impishly at him before he moved away.  Oh yes, this was why she loved it here.  Aside from the depravities she was able to enjoy in the dining hall, it was always thrilling to work for such a chef and head waitress; if nothing else, Erin could say she never had a boring day at work.<br/><br/>At Jamie's lead, Erin paused for half a breath before trailing behind the two others to begin the lunch service.