JAMIE TRESHAM<br/><br/>Jamie took the cup of coffee from Erin, and sipped at it. “Mmm … not bad,” she said. “But if you really want to kiss my arse, you cowardly little bitch, there’s a better way to do it.”<br/><br/>Reaching down to the hem of her black minidress, Jamie pulled the dress up over her head, and gently tossed it over to a workstation. Beneath the minidress she wore a sheer pair of lacy black knickers and her designer high heels. She didn’t bother wearing a bra – honestly, in a kitchen owned by Alex Snell, what was the fucking point? – and it was quite clear she’d been fully waxed in the last day or so.<br/><br/>She turned her back to Erin, standing so her arse was slightly thrust out at Erin.<br/><br/>“Seriously,” Jamie said. “Kiss it. And use your tongue.”<br/><br/>Jamie used her own tongue on Alex as she kissed him wetly, then let him coat her fine, perky tits with the crème fraîche. She gasped a little as he covered them with the cream, as it was finely chilled … far more chilled than she was expecting.<em>Oh, I’ll get you for this, my darling Julia,</em>Jamie thought … looking over her shoulder and giving the woman a naughty smile as Alex applied the parma ham to her.<br/><br/>“Mmmm … getting fresh already, are we?” Jamie said as Alex rubbed her crotch with his finger … of course, she ground her pelvis back against him, wishing they had just a bit more time before service. “You dirty bastard … god help me, I love this.” She ground herself a little more against him before pulling away. “But business first, love.”<br/><br/>Jamie smiled wickedly as she saw Lana and Julia applying the crème fraîche to the two waitresses … especially Lana fondling her sister Erin.<em>Delightful,</em>Jamie thought. She looked admiringly at the two chefs … such wonderful, wicked harlots. It was one of the main reasons she’d agreed to work for Alex at Snell’s Kitchen. One perverted master chef who knew how to push all her kinky buttons in all the right ways, two gorgeous assistant chefs who were utterly scrumptious in more ways than one … how could she refuse?<br/><br/>“Don’t worry, my lovely Julia,” Jamie said to the pastry chef, “you can plate me for dinner.”<em>And I can grab your pigtails and drag your face into my crotch, you adorable girl,</em>Jamie silently added.<br/><br/>Once the chefs were done preparing their lovely dishes … and once Alex was done with his instructions … Jamie gave Erin and Veronica a critical look. “Right. Now, it’s your first service … kindly follow my lead, listen to what Chef Snell told you, and everything should be fine. If the customers get a little too handsy for your tastes, let me or one of the bouncers know … but to be perfectly blunt, having them a<em>little</em>handsy is good. The tips are much better.”<br/><br/>“Anything else? No?” Jamie looked over at Alex and nodded. “Right. Let’s get service started, then.”