<div class="floatleft">(http://www.emeraldlich.com/uploads/olivia-wilde4.jpg)</div><strong>JAMIE TRESHAM</strong><br/><br/>Jamie grinned wickedly as she opened her eyes. She saw none other than one Valerian Bennett sitting in front of her, the randy wonderboy of the tabloids. Already, her mind started racing as she saw him … not that she was in the habit of fucking the customers at either a strip club<em>or</em>a restaurant, but a fast shag with the naughty boy in the coatroom between services … well, Jamie was pretty sure that if Snell’s Kitchen wanted tons of free publicity in the tabloids, that would be one easy way to do it. V was the sort of dirty boy who loved to kiss and tell, especially when there was a camera in his face. His filthy, blabbing mouth could drive scores of extra bookings at the Kitchen, all from sad, pathetic idiots looking for a wild ride like him … a wild ride that they’d never get.<br/><br/>She pondered that thought for a moment, wondering if Alex would approve.<br/><br/>Such lovely problems.<br/><br/>Jamie, seeing the signal from Alex off to the side, got on her hands and knees, and grabbed at the tie of one Mister Valerian Bennett. She let her long hair brush against his face as she drew him out of his seat, putting her lips tantalizingly close to his ear … and giving his earlobe a quick lick.<br/><br/>Her hips still swaying in rhythm to the soft music filling the air, Jamie sat up a bit so that her chest was right in front of his face. She slowly peeled away the filmy covering that had been covering up her prepared starter, so that the sliced cherries on her left breast were mere inches from his wolfish smile.<br/><br/>She put one hand on his head, stroking his hair. “Would you like a cherry, love?” she asked teasingly, pressing the ring of sliced cherries circling her nipple to his lips.<br/><br/>As the young man hungrily started to nibble, Jamie pulled away, climbing off the table. She grabbed a plate off an empty nearby table and slid it in front of her guest. She then neatly slid herself into her guest’s lap, grinding her ass against his crotch in perfect time to the music, wrapping her arms around his shoulders as she felt something start to stir naughtily against her bottom.<br/><br/>“Hello, darling,” Jamie said cheerfully to him. She wrapped her foot around one of his calves, drawing him a little tighter to her, and began to lightly stroke his chest with one hand. With the other, she reached down and plucked one of the sliced cherries from her right breast. She held it up admiringly in the air. “Enjoying your starter so far?” She placed the cherry slice in between her lips, and pressed her mouth to his, popping the cherry into his mouth with her tongue.<br/><br/>Still sitting in his lap, Jamie reached down and peeled away her<em>Parma ham a lá brassiere</em>, proudly holding it in front of her guest’s face. She noted that his eyes moved not one inch towards the starter, but were instead keenly focused on her cream-covered tits. She placed the Parma ham onto the plate, seating it perfectly for presentation, and then gently pushed the man’s cheek so that he faced the plate.<br/><br/>“The starter is<em>there</em>, silly,” she said wickedly. She swirled a finger lazily around one nipple, coating it with cream, and stuck it in her guest’s mouth, letting him suck it clean. She stood up, looking down at him with a naughty smile. She straightened his tie and gave him a wink.<br/><br/>“Your main course will be out shortly,” Jamie said to him. “And then dessert … and then, perhaps … stick around, if you’re interested. I might whip up something special for you, if you’re a good boy.” She ran her hand over his shoulders as she headed up to the stage.<br/><br/>Jamie saw Erin dancing like a little devil on the stage already, shaking her lovely assets and playing with the champagne, getting the fools at the tables to buy it by the case, it seems.<em>Good girl,</em>Jamie thought,<em>that one’s got the right idea. She’s got a bright future.</em>She looked over at Veronica, who was dancing like a trooper for an older gentleman and his entourage. She beckoned with an impatient finger to Veronica, indicating to her to get her starter plated and to join her on stage.<br/><br/>As Jamie stepped onto the stage, she found herself suddenly gleeful about two things. She was going to grope and fondle Erin, who seemed quite the dirty little trollop … marvelous. And she was going to grope and fondle Veronica, who would probably be quite unwilling … even better.