Snell's Kitchen (Kitchen - Staff Only!)
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				Title: <strong>Snell's Kitchen (Kitchen - Staff Only!)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ramster</strong> on <strong>19-07-2010, 20:34:40</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: impact;" class="bbc_font">SNELL'S KITCHEN</span></span></div><br><div class="floatleft">(http://www.realitytvfan.net/images/gordon-ramsay-hells-kitchen11.jpg)</div>&nbsp; &nbsp;<strong>ALEX SNELL</strong><br><br><em>Monday, 10.50 am</em><br><br>Slightly hungover, Alex Snell walked from Canary Wharf tube station to his new restaurant. He'd set up some cash cows before, but this business was already turning out to be a success story even by his own standards. Even Alex had never got away with charging £200 for a starter before. But it's amazing how much a City boy will pay for lunch when he's got cocaine money to spare.<br><br>The menu for lunch was always simple and a set menu. Alex preferred to save his more elaborate specialties for the busier dinner sitting. The 'Business lunch' menu for Monday was as follows:<br><br><div align="center">Business lunch - Monday<br><br>£400 <br><br>Starter:<br>Parma ham à la brassière, served with chilled crème fraîche, crushed pistachios and shallot dressing<br>X X X<br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Main Course:<br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Pan fried sea trout with wild mushrooms and scallops, in sorrel sauce<br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;X X X<br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Dessert:<br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Fruits de Forêt façon Tanga, with almond pastry fingers<br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Service charge not included<br><br></div><br><br><br>Alex made himself an espresso and started slicing the Parma ham into the right shape for the dish he had in mind, occasionally popping a morsel in his mouth and sipping his coffee. He looked on his watch: 10.55 am. Jamie, Julia and Lana would be there no later than 10.59 if they knew what was good for them, as would the new girl. Vicky, was it? The master chef sliced happily and carefully away at the ham as he counted down to 11 o'clock. A waitress's first day was always a pleasure for the rest of the staff, if not for the new girl herself.
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				Post by: <strong>Zillah</strong> on <strong>19-07-2010, 21:49:46</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://[url=http://www.emeraldlich.com/uploads/olivia-wilde3.jpg]http://www.emeraldlich.com/uploads/olivia-wilde3.jpg[/url])</div>&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><strong>JAMIE TRESHAM</strong><br><br><em>Monday, 10.52 am</em><br><br>Jamie strode into the kitchen, completely unsurprised to see Alex standing there already, patiently waiting for everyone else to arrive. She’d given up long ago trying to be more prepared than Alex. It never worked. He was always the first to arrive and the last to leave, always watching over everything and everyone.<br><br>She’d had some doubts about the whole idea of Snell’s Kitchen. It seemed like a great idea … but that was all. She couldn’t see it actually working, though. But based on advance bookings, it seemed like she’d been wrong … and Alex had been right. As usual. <em>People like to fuck and eat and the same time</em>, Jamie thought. <em>Who knew?</em><br><br>Adjusting her skin-tight black minidress, Jamie went straight up to Alex and threw her arms around him, giving him a long, slow, open-mouthed kiss. “Hello, darling,” she said to him, finally breaking away, “sorry to disappoint. I know you hoped I’d be late … don’t worry, though. You can spank me later anyway.”<br><br>The slender brunette picked up the menu, and looked it over. “Nice … dessert looks quite delicious,” she said. “Nice and short as well … perfect for a new girl.” She looked up at Alex. “You’re losing your touch, dear. The very first day I started working for you, we had eight starters, six main courses, and six desserts at my first service … I seem to remember you having some, um, interesting punishments for me when I screwed up.” <em>Like your hand on the back of my head and your cock in my mouth,</em> she added silently. <em>You told me I needed to increase my palate by learning new tastes …</em><br><br>Jamie absently looked over the menu again. “Don’t worry, I’ll make sure your new girl Veronica gets it right,” she said. She handed the menu to Alex. “So is this girl your new dish, or just flavor of the week?” She smiled as she spoke, but there was a distinctly cold edge to the smile.
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				Post by: <strong>Dashenka</strong> on <strong>19-07-2010, 23:32:28</strong>
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				<strong>JULIA PRESTWICK</strong><br><br><em>Monday 8:00 am</em><br><br>The alarm clock made an abrupt end to Julia's pleasant yet confusing dreams of her boss. Sure he was sexy and attractive and successful... and her boss and probably taken by the other kitchen helpers.<br><br><strong>"Christ Jules stop being retarded and get your shit together."</strong><br><br>With a sigh she swung her legs across the bed and searched the cabinet for her glasses. Not for the first time she knocked over the glass of water and barely managed to swing her phone, which was lying next to the glasses and the water, onto the bed. Another curse flew around the room and when she had a clear view of the world again, decided not to clean up the water on the floor and let the carpet suck it all in. <em>If Alex knew he'd fire me.</em> As if her legs were made of solid granite, she dragged herself to the shower after turning on the kettle to preheat the teawater already. <br><br>There was something mysterious about sleep and how it seemed to leave you faster with water in whatever form. Hot or cold or in tea. Julia didn't take any risk and after she had washed her hair and herself she cleaned off with cold water and then stepped out of the shower inspecting herself, after drying the glasses. Already feeling 90% more refreshed she turned on the kettle again and when it boiled for the second time, poored some in a mug with the teabag and sugar already in. Inside the small livingroom from her downtown apartment she was greeted by her two cats. During the morning news she drank her tea and decided she had enough time to go for a jog. An hour later she got back home and took another shower, this time less thorough as the first as she was already awake and only needed it to clean up.<br><br>Julia's mind was a pretty chaos but when she was in the kitchen, she was fully focused on achieving perfection. As long as they left her concentrated, Julia could create the best food in the world but outside a kitchen she was chaos and clumsiness. After finishing everything she dressed up in a long wide black pants and a white blouse. With her hair tied in a loose ponytail she packed her stuff, left the apartment, moved back into the apartment to get her phone and then finally walked to the underground station to get to work. <br><br>Alex was precise and no matter the chaos in her head, Julia always managed to be on time. At times only just but today she saw Jamie enter the building just before she did and when she got into the kitchen the big clock showed 10:55.<br><br><strong>"Goodmorning everyone,"</strong> she said with an overdone Scottish accent, as if her own wasn't obvious enough. <br><br>When Jamie had put down the menu, she looked it through and raised her eyebrow. Knowing Alex, the Tanga dessert could be interesting. She knew most of Alex' recipe's but this one was new to her. Without saying anything she bound her apron around her waist and started to prepare the food.
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				Post by: <strong>Ramster</strong> on <strong>20-07-2010, 11:06:50</strong>
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				<strong>ALEX SNELL</strong><br><br>As he'd been away over the weekend, streamlining his first restaurant in Rome, Alex realised just how much he'd missed his capable and elegant maîtresse d'. He kissed her lustfully back and groped her arse firmly with a mischievous leer. <strong>"Morning love, did you miss me?"</strong> Slipping an arm around her waist from behind her as she looked at the menu, the head chef gently bulged against her bottom. <strong>"This is just a business lunch, you wait till you see what I'm serving for dinner,"</strong> Alex grinned sadistically. <strong>"The new girl? Veronica, that was it. No darling, I haven't had the pleasure. We can... show her the ropes together,"</strong> he promised with a growl and a bite on her earlobe.<br><br>Ah, there was Julia. <strong>"Morning lassie,"</strong> Snell greeted her, gently mocking her accent. He admired how she could tell by one glance at the menu what needed to be done. It wasn't the only thing he admired about her; her pigtail made him want to grab them with both hands, and either shove her head down onto him or pull it back as he ploughed into her from behind. The customers loved her hot geek look just as much, it seemed. <br><br><strong>"Eager as always! Good initiative Jules, it's good to let the crème fraîche cool for a bit longer before smearing it on. Make sure you chop up those pistachios nice and fine so they blend in smoothly."</strong> With an encouraging pat on the behind, he left her to her preparations. Slipping his arm back around Jamie, he grinned and nodded knowingly at his mistress. Alex loved how his determined understudy motivated the troops at least as strictly as he did, which meant things in his kitchen got done fast and in style.<br><br>11.58 am. Lana had a minute and 48 seconds. <strong>"Coffee, girls?"</strong> Alex offered as he poured himself another espresso.
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				Post by: <strong>desert ashes</strong> on <strong>20-07-2010, 11:07:20</strong>
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				<span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><em><span style="font-size: 11pt;" class="bbc_size">Lana Faye</span></em></span><br><br><strong>10.59 AM</strong><br><br>" -- will be mailed to you.&nbsp; That's all."&nbsp; The calm words were said with a final, decisive tone as the door to the small office she maintained beside the kitchen opened, first permitting two of Lana's assistants to exit before the Pastry Chef herself emerged, one hand idly buttoning the thigh length, white chef's coat, appropriately covering the sleeveless sheath she wore underneath, that and the trim black heels a statement to her overly fashion conscious self.&nbsp; Not even the Master Chefs had Le Cordon Bleu had been able to break her of the awful habit, though she never dared to break code and wear, God forbid, peep toes.&nbsp; Pale blond hair was swept up into a tight, stylish chignon that, Lana taking but a moment to give a glance at a nearby surface to ensure not one strand had slipped free before she gave the barest of glances to the two assistants.<br><br>The assistants, both females, looked a little worse for the wear.&nbsp; The one of the left, one who'd been hired on shortly after Lana's arrival and had been a familiar face, was struggling back tears and kept flexing her hand dangerously close toward the back of her thighs; the female on the right appeared to be in a form of shock, her cheeks stained red and her eyes only slightly damp and swollen.&nbsp; In her trembling hand she held a piece of paper as if it were the most precious item in the world, almost afraid to hold it and dare even making the slightest of creases.&nbsp; Neither took their eyes off Lana even as she ignored them as she walked further into the kitchen, her mind already skipping ahead to today's crop of work.&nbsp; She didn't need to glance at the work to know she'd come out precisely on time.&nbsp; <br><br>"Have the notice put into today's evening paper," Lana instructed the assistant on the right.&nbsp; "I'll see you at four for the dinner shift."&nbsp; An hour before she had been scheduled to normally work that evening.&nbsp; Despite only having spoken to one, they both quickly nodded and looked down to the floor before swiftly leaving the kitchen.&nbsp; Without another word she swept her eyes around the others in the kitchen, the corners of her mouth quirking into what could possibly be taken as a small smile when her gaze drifted over Jamie, Julia and then Alex, before each one was similarly dismissed from mind and she thought of nothing else than the day at hand.&nbsp; Ah, baking.&nbsp; Desserts.&nbsp; A tingle of delight raced down her spine at the mere thoughts of what she'd be whipping up today ... and even how it would be utterly devoured. <br><br>There were few others who could match the creative genius of Lana Faye's pastry skills, and what was worse, she knew it.&nbsp; But when one had been ranked and praised as high as she had been since taking her first steps out into the restaurant world, it was impossible not to step into her slice of the kitchen and known she owned it.&nbsp; Possessed it.&nbsp; Without even the barest of glances, she began to pull down various pots and pans, set her lower ovens on to pre-heat, ran a finger along the hanging rows of measuring cups and spoons to ensure each one was in its precise place, and only then, as she was turning for the walk-in coolers, did she look up to Alex as if remembering a minor detail. <br><br>"Oh yes.&nbsp; I'll be hiring a new assistant.&nbsp; Rita has been let go," stated as a mere after thought as she disappeared behind the corner with a swish of her hips, the cooler door opening with a chilling greeting.&nbsp; Just another Monday.&nbsp; 
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				Post by: <strong>Dashenka</strong> on <strong>20-07-2010, 15:06:29</strong>
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				<strong>Veronica Donnington</strong><br><br><br>Finally the day had arrived. No more dull days sitting at home watching television or shopping with friends without having the money for even the basic things such as socks. Today she would start as a waitress in a restaurant of the world renowed cook Alex Snell. During her intake she had noticed the 'oddities' going on in the retaurant and she was told it was part of the job. Being desperate for money she took the job, secretly also being excited about the whole thing. Veronica had a nice body and she knew it and she had never been afraid to show it. <br><br>For years she had worked in a small restaurant with success but when the owner retired and asked her to take over the place, she kindly rejected the offer seeing it was a new chance for a new career. After a bit of searching she started to play an instrument and soon wanted nothing else than to study music. University was very expensive and to help out her parents with the annual fee, she decided to take up a job to pay for the university in the holidays and evenings. She had been told to be at the restaurant at 11:00 and on her watch she arrived at 10:59 at the elevator to take her up to the 14th floor. <br><br>She had wanted to be a little earlier but in the shower that morning her piercing put up a fight so she missed the train she wanted and was forced to get the next one. As she exited the elevator she looked around and could just see two young girls leaving the restaurant in a hurry, obviously startled. The restaurant door was open and she walked in and ask somebody for Alex Snell. She found her way to the kitchen and opened the door. <br><br><strong>"Good morning. I'm looking for Alex Snell. I'm the new employee."</strong><br><br>It was a stupid question as of the four people in the kitchen only one was male and she recognized him from the day of the intake. A girl with a ponytail and glasses turned around from the counter and looked at her as if saying she was stupid for asking. <br><br><br><br><strong>JULIA PRESTWICK</strong><br><br><em>11:02 am</em><br><br>His touches had her silently squirming at the counter and it was only a matter of time before anybody would see it. She setup the chopping block and found the pistachios.<br><br><strong>"I don't want coffee Alex thanks."</strong><br><br>Julia didn't like coffee and especially not one espresso and prefered tea or just water in the kitchen. Seconds later Lana walked in, looking like she was frozen solid.<br><br><strong>"Oh hallelulah here comes the sunshine! Goodmorning Lana."</strong><br><br>It was a matter of time before Lana could no longer take her sarcastic jokes but as long as she did, Julia wasn't going to stop teasing her. After all she was hired by Alex and not by Lana. Sure they thought alike but Julia firmly believed in the idea that when she did her job as good as always, they'd take her jokes with it. And apart from that, Lana did look as if she could use a good laugh.<br><br>Then, two minutes late, the new girl walked in and already Julia pitied her.<br><em>You're late and asking stupid questions. Might as well strip down and bend over girl. </em><br>She managed a slight nod however and then turned her full attention to her preparations.<br><br><br>
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				Post by: <strong>Zillah</strong> on <strong>20-07-2010, 18:49:27</strong>
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				<strong>JAMIE TRESHAM</strong><br><br>“Hmm. Let’s see,” said Jamie. She reached down between Alex’s legs and gave his manhood a gentle squeeze through his trousers. “Yes … yes. He’s the one with the cock, sweetheart. So he’d be Alex Snell. Best if you grovel to him first, then to me, you tardy little bitch.” Jamie pointed expectantly at the digital clock against the wall. “First day and you couldn’t be bothered to show up on time … well, isn’t that … just … <em>wizard</em>,” she said, her lip curled in complete disdain.<br><br>Jamie slowly walked over to Veronica. She let her fingertips gently slide across the arm of her the nervous waitress, her hand sliding up to the shoulder, caressing Veronica’s hair. Jamie stopped and stood directly behind the poor girl, and rested her chin on the girl’s shoulder.<br><br>“Alex … priorities?” Jamie asked, addressing the chef as though Veronica wasn’t even there. She continued to stroke Veronica’s other shoulder lightly with one hand as she spoke. “Business first, and then a lesson in manners? Or the other way around?” Her hand moved down the girl’s shoulder, down the side of the torso to the hip. “And do you want to deal with her personally … or should I?”
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				Post by: <strong>Ramster</strong> on <strong>20-07-2010, 21:31:44</strong>
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				<strong>ALEX SNELL</strong><br><br>The master chef greeted his pastry artist with a kiss on the cheek and a hearty <strong>"<em>Bonjour, ma petite patisssière!</em> Looking forward to meeting our newest minion? She's running late!"</strong> The glee in his voice suggested that disciplining the new employee was something he'd been looking forward to. <br><br>Like many of the world's great chefs, Alex could practically sense from the kitchen that someone new had entered the restaurant. That would be Veronica. He cast a quick glance down at Julia's work on his way past her towards the door of the kitchen, and stood beside Jamie with his mouth tightened sternly to a horizontal crease. The man couldn't&nbsp; help letting out a little growl in Jamie's ear and bulging at her friendly little grope though.<br><br><strong>"Alex Snell? Have you tried watching BBC1, around 8 pm on Wednesdays?"</strong> he asked sardonically as Jamie descended on her prey. <strong>"Veronica, we're going to have to smack some sense into you before we can trust you with a 400 quid menu. Let's both deal with her, sous-chef!"</strong> He kissed Jamie's lips over the new girl's shoulder, brandishing his famous chrome spatula. <strong>"Help Veronica into uniform for the Parma ham bra fitting, pet."</strong><br><br>With a dismissive hand gesture, Alex signaled for Jamie to pull off Veronica's top, and brought the spatula down hard on the back of the blonde's thigh with his powerful stirring forearm.<br>
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				Post by: <strong>Dashenka</strong> on <strong>20-07-2010, 22:18:47</strong>
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				<strong>Veronica Donnington</strong><br><br><em>Okay so that wasn't the best opener in the world...</em><br><br>Before she could correct herself though, one of the girls was already all over her. Veronica recognized her from the interview and obviously she had also recognized Alex Snell, but it seemed too late to correct that now. She knew what was expected of her but being 'punished' for being two minutes late was ridiculous. However with the girl swarming all over her and Alex Snell approaching fast as well, she decided it was better to just let it drop and forget about it. As if being naked and eaten from wasn't embarassing enough, the girl had to call her names. <br><br>Somehow the girl looked prettier than her touch felt but Veronica didn't show it, and even when Jamie put her chin on her shoulder, she stood her ground. Ignoring the woman on her shoulder she looked at Alex.<br><br><strong>"I'm sorry for being two minutes late, chef. It won't happen again."</strong><br><br>She had meant it a lot more sarcastic than it sounded which was better for her specially since Alex told her they had to smack some sense into her. Not being retarded she exactly what he meant and although it was a little unusual to change in the kitchen but as she was already wearing the high heals and knickers as she was told at the job interview so why not. Before Jamie could get her hands on her she shed her top.<br><br><strong>"I'm perfectly capabaaaaufffu.."</strong><br><br>The spatule hit her by susprise and she could just barely manage to keep her senses and keep her tears in. When the pain was fading, she stripped off her pants and showed her outfit to Alex and all the others in the kitchen.<br>
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				Post by: <strong>Zillah</strong> on <strong>20-07-2010, 22:47:13</strong>
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				<strong>JAMIE TRESHAM</strong><br><br>Jamie watched coolly as Veronica stepped away from her with a lame apology, and then proceeded to shed her clothes. The little strumpet had quite the fetching body, but the head upstairs … <em>well, she’s certainly not helping the image of blondes around the world,</em> Jamie thought.<br><br>She slowly circled to the front of Veronica, her eyes crawling up and down the girl’s body. She stood there for a moment or so, her hands clasped behind her back, studying the new waitress carefully. She licked her lips … and then she bent down and picked up Veronica’s clothing.<br><br>“Put. Them. Back. On,” Jamie said. “I don’t believe that Chef Snell told <strong>you</strong> to take off your clothes … he told <strong>me</strong> to take them off you, so I could help you into your brand-new uniform. And in this kitchen, we all do <em>exactly</em> as Chef Snell says. It’s how a well-run kitchen works, darling.”<br><br>She threw the clothes in her hands at Veronica. “So you see, it’s not about being two minutes late, or two hours late. It’s about being here when Chef Snell instructs you to be here. And about doing what you’re told.”<br><br>Jamie’s cold eyes glittered. “So do as you’re told, and put those fucking clothes back on. Let’s do things properly, shall we?”
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				Post by: <strong>desert ashes</strong> on <strong>20-07-2010, 23:07:05</strong>
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				"Top of the morning to you, Julia," Lana remarked as she came sweeping back from the walk in cooler, carrying out trays of dozens of delicately and intricately detailed flowers, each one as edible as it looked real, to be used for the special creation she was making for the evening.&nbsp; There were, of course, plenty to be done for the lunch rush, but like all things in life, preparation was the absolute key.&nbsp; She returned just in time to bare witness to the first slap of metal against skin, the sound sending a slow shiver racing along her spine.&nbsp; For a moment she paused before Julia, the corner of her mouth quirking up as her eyes very quickly took in each detail of the new waitress.&nbsp; "Looks like we get some morning entertainment," murmured low before she continued on to her section of the kitchen. <br><br>Late on the first day?&nbsp; Unable to recognize Alex Snell by face?&nbsp; The patisssière inwardly snickered as she slid the trays&nbsp; into the waiting metal racks where they'd be ignored for the next few hours, and she finally went to retrieve her first 'cup' of caffeine for the day.&nbsp; The cup in question was actually a thirty-two ounce, bright red beverage container with the shimmering image of the Evil Queen from Sleeping Beauty plastered on front; it was her only memento from the first (and only) theme park she'd gone to and one used on a daily basis for her generous intake of iced coffee.&nbsp; Well, what became a sorry excuse for coffee as she mixed in a generous amount of French Vanilla creamer that turned the drink pale.&nbsp; <br><br>She held the drink in hand as she calmly approached the waitress, though kept some feet of distance so she could take in full view of Jamie's tutelage, and studied her with a cold detachment that a scientist would observe a mere experiment or patient with.&nbsp; The clip of her heels were soft yet precise, stopping dead as she came to pause and brazenly stared, her eyes running smooth over the rib cage and narrowing with thought.&nbsp; &nbsp;It wasn't until after the girl had clutched at the thrown clothing did Lana opt to speak half a heart beat later, giving her just long enough to feel the first verbal lash of the head waitress. <br><br>"You need to eat more, I'm going to need more cream than I planned for today.&nbsp; You're also going to need to wear more attractive heels, those look like my dead mother's."&nbsp; The tone of the words coming in complete contradiction of her stance and features, soft and laced with gentleness, before the pastry chef was turning and walking away.&nbsp; An idle glance at the clock told her the new girl wasn't the only one who was going to be in some trouble for being late.&nbsp; Where the devil was her sister?&nbsp; Pushing the thought aside -- as she wasn't the least concerned over what reprimand would befall the younger Faye, her sister was her own keeper -- Lana sipped more from the thick straw and dived back into the dessert preparations.&nbsp; <br>
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				Post by: <strong>Dashenka</strong> on <strong>20-07-2010, 23:56:17</strong>
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				<strong>Veronica Donnington</strong><br><br><br>It took her a record low of three seconds to develop a hatred for Jamie and already she felt her blood boil. So chef Snell is the boss, what does that make you? His lapdog? Bitch. Still with a very sore spot on her thigh, she sighed and started to get dressed again. Then the other woman spoke and broke the record Jamie had just set. There was nothing wrong with her body. She knew that and she was proud of her body. In fact she was pretty sure she had a nicer body than any of the girls around here. The blonde who just spoke looked more masculine than her father, Jamie was too skinny and the other girl at the counter looked like Alice in fucking Wonderland, with the geeky glasses and the stupid hair. <br><br>She was however the only one in this kitchen she didn't already hate and decided to keep that for now. She had just taken her pants back on when she heard the comments about the boots. It wasn't her choice of footwear at all and they were mightely uncomfortable. The only reason she was wearing this was because she was asked and so far, the day hadn't started out too well. Finally she could no longer keep her tongue. If this was going to get her fired, so be it, she was not going to be the passive little lamb to push around with.<br><br><strong>"Your mother did't have half the taste I had you fucking cunt. I was told to wear high heels, nobody ever specified how they should look like. So if you have a problem with the boots you should get your shit together. Bitch."</strong><br><br>With that last word she tightened her pants and put on her blouse, already relieved at making her stance, whatever the consequences would be. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Snell's Kitchen (Kitchen - Staff Only!)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ramster</strong> on <strong>21-07-2010, 06:13:10</strong>
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				<strong>ALEX SNELL</strong><br><br>The new waitress's disrespect could not go unpunished. What kind of tourist trap shithole could have employed her with an attitude like that? The celebrity restaurateur grabbed a handful of her blonde locks and bent her roughly over a metal worktop.<br><br><strong>"Veronica, what the <em>fuck</em> are you doing in my kitchen? You don't even recognise me from the interview or TV? I know you can't be that forgetful and cretinous, or else we wouldn't have hired you. Shut your filthy chavvy gob and listen! I am Alex Snell and this is my kitchen. As you should know, this is Jamie Tresham, your direct superior. You will treat her with a modicum of fucking respect! If you open your mouth like that again, you can take a dive in the Thames from the window. Is that understood, or should I toss you out on your spoilt arse right now? Apologise,"</strong> Snell fumed. He shoved down the girl's regulation lacy knickers down, and the spatula stung her buttock with a whistle and a crack, then the other buttock, then several more on the exposed lips of her cunt.<br><br>Twisting the waitress's head so he could glare down at her intimidated face, the head chef&nbsp; held her down for his staff to discipline her Snell style. <strong>"In this restaurant, it's the carrot or the spatula, you sniveling trollop. I'm in a good mind to give Jamie free reign wherever she shoves a root vegetable. Jamie? Lana? Teach Bigmouth here a basic work ethic, with extreme prejudice. She'll thank you for it later."</strong> <br><br>Alex smirked at his two most senior members of staff. The smallest size of chopping boards in the kitchen were barely used for anything other than the buttocks of the insubordinate. The famous spatula noisily rained down square rosettes on Veronica's rump.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Snell's Kitchen (Kitchen - Staff Only!)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>desert ashes</strong> on <strong>21-07-2010, 08:41:32</strong>
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				<span style="font-size: 11pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><em>Lana Faye</em></span></span><br><br>"If it's all the same, Alex, I'll wait till the end of her shift."&nbsp; After she'd been on her feet for at least eight hours; after serving who knew how many clients throughout lunch and, most especially, dinner; after being kept on her toes by Jamie, Alex and herself as the day progressed and who knew how many other punishments would have to be delivered if the girl wasn't able to either keep her mouth shut or only open it to speak with at least a forced sense of respect.&nbsp; One final lesson given at the end of her first day would be one well deserved and drive the lesson home, if not overly so.&nbsp; It'd also give Lana more than enough time to let each and every word of the new girl's stew in the back of her mind.<br><br>"Perhaps by then she'll also be a little apologetic for insulting a dead woman -- my mother no less, God bless her soul -- and I might be lenient."&nbsp; Hardly, but it was worth giving the girl a measure of the thought; having all day and night to process those words, keep them buried and as the source of her later frustrations that would be all too happily taken out on the girl's hide, lenient was the last thing Lana could expect to be.&nbsp; The pastry chef hadn't glanced up once as she'd spoken, concentrating instead of the work before her.&nbsp; Not even the lunch desserts had truly been started, something she had more time with, as she instead put together a bowl of fresh berries and custard and then set it aside into the smaller refrigerator behind her for when her sister finally dragged herself in.&nbsp; <br><br><span style="font-size: 11pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><em>Erin Faye</em></span></span><br><br>Shit!&nbsp; Alex -- and so very likely Jamie -- was going to kill her.&nbsp; This was going to be the third time in two weeks that she was late, though this time by far more than just a minute or two.&nbsp; A glance at her watch told her she was very swiftly approaching the fifteen minute mark and winced.&nbsp; <em>Shit, shit, shit!</em>&nbsp; The thought raced through Erin Faye's mind as the slenderly curved red head went dashing across the street, still a few blocks from the Wharf, and juggled combing out the last few tangles of her long hair, keeping the wide strap of her designer shoulder bag caught between her teeth, and attempted not to be distracted by the various window displays she passed on the way. <br><br>"Hey!&nbsp; Erin!"<br><br>She was perhaps just one block away, slipping the comb back into her shoulder bag, when a familiar voice had her pausing mid stride and swiftly turning, a wide smile already caught up by her soft mouth.&nbsp; Only vaguely did she recognize the face as someone she'd recently and frequently met within one of the clubs (possibly even the one she'd gone to last night and was nursing a hang over with now) and she tipped down her sunglasses just enough to let him see the smile reach her eyes.&nbsp; It took just that moment of watching him approach, her feminine instincts purring as she took in the tight jeans and equally fitting t-shirt that gave her an ample display of the hard body they clothed.&nbsp; Well, she was already late ... what could a minute more hurt?<br><br>One turned into a few and it had Erin only dashing quicker when she caught herself, the man's cell phone number tucked into the swell of her cleavage, as she went nearly running into the restaurant and could only count herself grateful that there'd been no wait for the elevator.&nbsp; She took the couple of minutes inside the cable car to give her hair and make up one final check, assuring herself she certainly didn't look as hung over as she felt -- even if her head was already starting to pound just by thinking of all the sounds and chaos she'd be encountering in just moments.&nbsp; The budding head ache, however, came to a dead halt when her eyes glanced through the circular window of the swinging doors that separated the dining floor from the kitchen.<br><br>The sight alone of the girl bent over the counter, Jamie's expression, and Alex standing behind her, his instrument of choice gleaming as it came down again and again on the girl's exposed rear, told her today was <strong>not </strong>the day she should have been more than fifteen minutes late.&nbsp; Stifling a groan, Erin caught her lower lip and edged away from the door, instead turning to slip into the next one down and quietly make her way into the kitchen via the back.&nbsp; With any measure of luck, being distracted by the new girl, they might not have even noticed she hadn't been on time... maybe even just busying herself in the back getting ready for lunch.<br><br>It was worth a shot.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Snell's Kitchen (Kitchen - Staff Only!)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zillah</strong> on <strong>21-07-2010, 18:40:46</strong>
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				<strong>JAMIE TRESHAM</strong><br><br>Jamie let Alex tear apart Veronica with his words, not saying anything, letting him spew his venom with adroit skill, marveling at his vicious temper. She loved that about him. Never did a day go by when he wasn’t finding an incredibly inventive way of telling someone to go bugger themselves … <em>he’s a regular Picasso of the potty mouth,</em> Jamie thought admiringly.<br><br>When he was done, Jamie went up to Veronica. She still didn’t say anything. Instead, she simply reached down and helped the girl pull up her lacy knickers and her pants … not even trying to fondle or molest the girl, as she had earlier. When she was done, she simply stood and looked at Veronica, face to face, her nose just a few inches apart from the waitress’s.<br><br>Without warning, Jamie suddenly reached up and slapped Veronica hard across her soft, pretty face. The force of the vicious blow echoed with a resounding <strong>crraaack!!!</strong> throughout the kitchen. With her other hand, Jamie reached up and grabbed Veronica by the throat, shoving the insolent waitress back up against the wall. Jamie didn’t hold the girl’s throat tight enough to strangle or hurt her … but she applied enough force so that she couldn’t move, either.<br><br>“Now,” Jamie said, her cold blue-green eyes boring into Veronica’s face, “carefully attend to what I am about to say, for I will only say it once.” With her other hand, she reached up and slapped Veronica’s face again, although far more lightly the second time around.<br><br>“Believe it or not, you’ve been handed a fantastic opportunity,” Jamie said to the waitress. “We had over two hundred applicants for your job. I guarantee that none of them would be as thick or as eager to piss it away as fast as you. Shut up, work hard, do as you’re told … and kindly suffer the indignities this job will occasionally entail.” She slapped Veronica firmly between the waitress’s legs, as if to emphasize the point. <br><br>“But … if you do a good job … if you impress Alex, and perhaps myself … when you apply for a job at any other restaurant in the world, even the most posh restaurants in Paris, or Tokyo, or New York City … you’ll get the job. Without question. And everyone will know <strong>exactly</strong> how good you are, because Alex Fucking Snell recommended you, and they’ll know you can do anything and put up with anything … that you’re the very best at what you do. A mere word from that man over there will take you far in this world.”<br><br>Jamie dropped her hand from Veronica’s throat, and took a step back from the girl. “You have exactly two choices, sweetheart. Shut your face, stop complaining, and do as you’re told, and do the best job that you can. Or just get the fuck out of here and quit right now. If … I … <em>ever</em> … hear a whinging, spoiled little outburst like that again, you’re fired. And that means I have to do your job for the rest of the day, I will. I’ve done it before, and I can do it again without all the bratty sniveling.”<br><br>Jamie looked at her watch. “I’m giving you a minute to decide … if you’re still standing here in this kitchen one minute from now, I’m assuming you’ll do whatever Alex or I say without question, without complaint? Understood?”<br><br>She spun on her heels and turned to Alex, looking up at him. “Chef Snell … ? Think I’ll have that cup of coffee now, if you please … good fucking <em>lord</em>, I need one.” She closed her eyes and leaned back, folding her arms over her chest.<br><br>“And,” she shouted, “if someone could tell our other tardy slattern who tried to sneak in here without my noticing to get her lazy arse in here immediately, that would be fanfucking<em><strong>tastic</strong></em>. ”<br><br>Jamie took a few deep breaths … then turned around to see if Veronica was still in the kitchen. <em>And if you are, you insolent bitch, I’m not done with you yet,</em> Jamie thought angrily.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Snell's Kitchen (Kitchen - Staff Only!)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dashenka</strong> on <strong>21-07-2010, 20:57:42</strong>
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				<strong>Veronica Donnington</strong><br><br><em>That wasn't your brightest move Vee... not quite so..</em><br><br>Although she was startled and Alex pulling her hair did hurt, Veronica didn't flinch as he pushed her down. From his outburst she filtered the most important things. He was the boss and she should always listen to him and when he wasn't it was the brunette fluttering around her like a vulture closing in on the meat. Than who the fuck was that other monstrosity that complained about her boots?<br><br>She wasn't going to ask that now as the adrenaline rushing through her body would make sure it would come out wrong and risk her a dive in the Thames. Fourteen high was a pretty deep plunge but from what Veronica had seen on television, Alex Snell would gladly try it on her. So when he finally let go of her she simply nodded and ignored the blonde's comments. It was what had gotten her in trouble in the first place. <br><br>Veronica barely caught her breath when the brunette pushed her against the wall. Still acting tough she put on the last of her clothes and looked back at Jamie without any sign of fear or hesitation. This was her job. It paid well and she wanted it. They just got off to a wrong start...&nbsp; Suddenly there was a loud smack and her cheek immediately felt as if stung by a dozen of musquitos. <em>What the fuck was that for you bitch... I haven't done anything to you...</em><br>The smack naturally caused her eyes to tear and she blinked them away quickly. Again she filtered out what Jamie said this time. Do a good job and she'll get all the jobs in the world. That was all that mattered. Doing a good job and after this wrong start, Veronica was determined to do just that. <br><br>Firmly she stood her ground showing everybody in the kitchen she had the right attitude and had what it takes to do the job right.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Snell's Kitchen (Kitchen - Staff Only!)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>desert ashes</strong> on <strong>21-07-2010, 23:53:52</strong>
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				<span style="font-size: 11pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><em>Erin Faye</em></span></span><br><br>Erin cringed as she quite clearly heard Jamie's shout and knew that sneaking in the back door hadn't worked.&nbsp; Squeezing her eyes shut, she quickly gulped down two of the Advil from her shoulder bag that now hung up one of the coat pegs, and prayed for even a moment of respite from the headache starting to throb in her temples.&nbsp; She really shouldn't have gone out last night -- or, well, she shouldn't have stayed out so late.&nbsp; In truth, she hadn't even been feeling that great, still recovering from the nasty cold she'd dealt with last week, and had had every intention of staying at the penthouse and curling up with a big bowl of chicken soup and a good book.&nbsp; Instead she had been lured out and was now quite clearly paying the price.<br><br>And was going to keep paying it, she thought with a wince and straightened her shoulders as she came out of the back area and into the kitchen.&nbsp; Very quickly her blue eyes swept over to where her sister stood, not even having glanced up from whatever was keeping her hands and mind busy, and yet Erin wasn't surprised.&nbsp; The only one responsible for Erin's actions was Erin herself; not even Lana would dare try to protect her from what was only well deserved and due.&nbsp; Then they went to Alex and Jamie and inwardly she cringed even more.&nbsp; What on earth had she missed?&nbsp; Why was it she always missed the exciting stuff?!&nbsp; Now she'd have to wait till the end of the night to find out from Lana if she didn't learn first, but the set up told her the basics: the new girl had stepped wrong more than once, and it wasn't even noon yet.<br><br>"Jamie, Alex, I'm so sorry for being late," were the immediate words from Erin, softened and filled with the genuine apology she felt, and she cast her eyes respectfully downward once she'd come close to Jamie.&nbsp; She could offer the excuses, tell them precisely why she was late, but she waited and said nothing unless they asked for the why.&nbsp; Instead she picked up the coffee pot, noting Alex's hands were currently occupied, and filled up a cup of coffee, setting it close to where Jamie stood and then took a careful step back.&nbsp; It wasn't, she knew, any way going to make up for being late (again), but the least she could be was helpful.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Snell's Kitchen (Kitchen - Staff Only!)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dashenka</strong> on <strong>22-07-2010, 12:12:12</strong>
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				<strong>Julia Prestwick</strong><br><br><em>Poor thing..</em><br><br>Julia almost felt a petty for the curly blonde and then the other girl who came into the kitchen obviously being very much late. She rolled her eyes and sighed. How could they be be late when they had a dream job like this? She wasn't a big fan of the rough treatment both Alex and Jamie were giving the new girl, who by the way didn't introduce herself yet. Julia kept grinding the pistachios and then finally turned around.<br><br>"Oi! I thought this was a kitchen, not a kindergarten. We got a lunch service to complete!"<br><br>She picked up the bowl of crushed pistachios, shook it a bit and showed it to Alex, before getting a new bowl and the garlic for the garnish on the ham. If he would tell her to add the crème fraîche first, she would but inn her mind she thought the colder the better as a human body reacted nicer to cold stuff than to warm stuff and she couldn't wait to see Jamie's body react to the chilled 'paste'. So she first started with the rest of the dish and would add the crème fraîche last. <br><br>Julia still didn't know what the dessert really was but since that was Lana's department, she had no doubt it would be something good and if she needed help, Julia would know. Quiet again after her little outburst, she moved on grinding the garlic.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Snell's Kitchen (Kitchen - Staff Only!)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ramster</strong> on <strong>22-07-2010, 21:36:38</strong>
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				<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&nbsp; 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&nbsp; 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&nbsp; 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>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Snell's Kitchen (Kitchen - Staff Only!)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dashenka</strong> on <strong>22-07-2010, 22:38:50</strong>
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				<strong>Julia Prestwick</strong><br><br>Oh Great! I'm stuck with the new girl and the late girl. With an envious look she turned to Alex and Jamie and tapped another worktop and motioned to Veronica when Jamie had taken her clothes off and left her in the 'work clothes'. <br><br>"Right can you get them nipples hard," she said while rubbing them a bit ,"or do you need some ice?"<br><br>Just in case (it was a new girl after all) she opened the fridge and took a handful of ice in a bowl and put it next to her in case Erin needed it. Julia didn't know what to make of Veronica yet. She looked fragile and shy but she had just proven to be tougher than she had expected. Although she preferred not to handle food with her hands, there were no tools invented yet to smear cream onto breasts so she had to work with her hands and carefully smeared Veronica's breasts full with the white cream. <br><br>"Lana can you do the ham? I'll smear yer sister as well."<br><br>She moved with the bowl and all to Erin and smiled at her with a wicked grin as if to remind the girl how late she was and what the consequences would be and slammed some crème fraîche onto her. It was hard not to get aroused touching a woman's breast and although Julia was used to it, and other things by now, it still took some effort not to get aroused or at least not to show it. When she was done smearing Erin, she put the bowl away, washed the left overs off her hands and helped Lana mold the ham.<br><br>It was just another day at Snell's Kitchen.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Snell's Kitchen (Kitchen - Staff Only!)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zillah</strong> on <strong>23-07-2010, 00:15:12</strong>
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				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.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: Snell's Kitchen (Kitchen - Staff Only!)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>desert ashes</strong> on <strong>23-07-2010, 10:24:20</strong>
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				<em><span style="font-size: 11pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font">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.&nbsp; 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.&nbsp; 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.&nbsp; <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.&nbsp; 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.&nbsp; 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.&nbsp; <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.&nbsp; 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.&nbsp; 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.&nbsp; <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.&nbsp; 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.&nbsp; Oh yes, this was why she loved it here.&nbsp; 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.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Snell's Kitchen (Kitchen - Staff Only!)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ramster</strong> on <strong>24-07-2010, 15:12:50</strong>
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				<strong>ALEX SNELL</strong><br><br>Snell opened the sliding window to the kitchen, and his jittery general manager came to it from the restaurant. He informed the chef that the first reservations had arrived and were waiting outside. Clearly, there was no time to lose.<br><br><strong>"Jamie, you know what to do. Open Snell's Kitchen!"</strong> he ordered, sending her on the way with a grope on the bum. A quick peek into the dining area made sure that everything was ready to receive, if not the City's finest, then the City's richest and most perverted for lunch. He stood poised at the cooker with Lana, ready to prepare the fish as soon as the appetisers hit the diners' plates. For now, he kept an eye on how the new girl would do. After her outburst upon arrival, she'd better show some promise or he'd find someone who properly appreciated the career opportunity.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Snell's Kitchen (Kitchen - Staff Only!)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dashenka</strong> on <strong>24-07-2010, 16:32:32</strong>
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				<strong>Veronica Donnington</strong><br><br>Yes she was prepared for perverted things as she had seen them but the smirk on the face of the girl with the glasses as she rubbed the ice around her nipples was beyond her. Her body instantly reacted to it though where the girl's fingers had failed. She sat a bit uncomfortable at the table, not really knowing where to look as her breasts got smeared with cold stuff. Veronica herself wasn't good in the kitchen and she had no idea what all the food was, nor did she care. She would remind what she was serving but no more than that.<br><br>Not being used to all this, Veronica couldn't help but to get aroused by Julia's hands on her breasts and after that, Lana's hands although she tried to ignore them since the woman's outburst on her heels. They were absolutely murdering her slowly but certainly and she hoped she wouldn't trip over the insanely high heels. When she was done, she carefully stood up and walked behind up behind Jamie, remembering what she said.<br><br>A bit handsy was good. More tips. More tips was good. She was still a bit uncomfortable with the 'lunch' smeared on her body but after the little 'demonstration' by Alex, Jamie and Lana, Veronica was determined to do good and make a crushing impression on them all. She stood all ready for it, waiting for Jamie.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Snell's Kitchen (Kitchen - Staff Only!)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ramster</strong> on <strong>04-08-2010, 15:57:29</strong>
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				<strong>ALEX SNELL</strong><br><br>Meanwhile, as the waitresses frolicked on stage, Alex watched Julia put the finishing touches on the main course, once he'd finished searing the fish and steaming asparagus. She knew the recipe; he glanced over her shoulder with approval as she arranged a mould of risotto and two asparagus spears on each plate, then place the trout on the risottoand poured over a ladle of sorrel sauce. <strong>"Not bad,"</strong> Alex grinned, glancing over her shoulder, giving her a kiss on the cheek and a firm squeeze on the bottom. He pressed a growing erection against her bottom as he took a plate and tried it, then kissed his fingers with approval, a mannerism he'd picked up at the Cordon Bleu. Was it the show the waitresses were putting on, his two diligent and delicious cooks, or merely the quality of the food he was cooking that aroused him? He couldn't tell, nor did he care.<br><br><strong>"Lana, darling, how are you coping? Have a bite of lunch before you start preparing dessert,"</strong> Alex smiled, sauntering over to the pâtissière's corner of the kitchen. He smelled the almond pastry baking and let out an exaggerated sigh. Placing a plate of trout and risotto on the counter in front of her, he gave her a quick kiss on the lips. <strong>"Smells good enough to eat without arranging it in your sister's vulva,"</strong> he winked, <strong>"I'll just make sure they get the mains out on time, before we have to call the girls back in to be candied."</strong><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Snell's Kitchen (Kitchen - Staff Only!)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dashenka</strong> on <strong>04-08-2010, 17:39:40</strong>
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				<strong>Julia Prestwick</strong><br><br>As the girls in the diner were serving dinner, Julia had been cleaning up the equipment from the starter and had helped Alex with the main course. In her natural habbit, she hummed and murmered some songs she had learned from her grandparents who among that, also thought her how to cook. It was where she had the passion of food from.&nbsp; Food was food but when she would ever start a restaurant of her own, she'd serve more traditional meals. Simple but good, fresh ingredients like her grandmother had tought her. <br><br>"Land of the brave and proud, Land of the free."<br><br>Occasionally she glanced through the kitchen window into the dining area at the girls on stage. All three had a stunning body and she knew that Alex would probably do them. She knew he and Jamie were close as well as him with Lana but Julia didn't mind. Sure she liked Alex more than she should but there was something about him. And about her as well. Unlike the others in the kitchen and the restaurant, she was playing hard to get and when Alex kissed her on the cheek, she turned her head a bit and kept singing. <br><br>"Victorious in battlefield, Scotland the brave."<br><br>At the squeeze of her bottom and the obvious arousal of the chef, she just smiled and licked her fingers clean of the food.<br><br>"The main course is ready to be served out when you are satisfied with it Chef."
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