Extra-Curricular – Part 5

Ben Esra telefonda seni bosaltmami ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

The instinct when cradling a tankard of German beer, Josh considered, was to blow the froth off the top and quaff it at a single go before slamming it back on the table. A revelling in cultural stereotype, perhaps, or a display of bravado for all the young serving-frauleins bursting out of their frilly corseted tops. Either way, he resisted the urge to do so when his uncle set down the two heavy glasses. They made a satisfying ‘thunk’ on the tabletop.“This is your idea of a good night out?” Gavin inquired, settling himself opposite and glancing around at The Oktoberfest Pub’s Germanic trappings. “A thigh-slapping night of Bavarian excess in south London… Or are you thinking of serving up wiener schnitzel in your own place?”“It’s not my own place,” Josh reminded him. “Not yet. Come on, this mightn’t be the type of restaurant I open in the future, but it’s fun. Beer’s good, plates are full, lots of cleavage on display… what’s not to like? Cheers.” They clanked their glasses together and he drank through the foam, wiping his upper lip clean. “Not everywhere can have the Blue Nile’s sophistication,” he pointed out.“You’d no problem with its level of sophistication the night of your birthday.”“True, I didn’t.” At the mention of his twenty-first birthday celebration, Josh’s memory rioted like an erotic carnival. The whole evening at the venue co-owned by his uncle seemed now like one extended lucid-dream. He shook his head in wonder.“Good, wasn’t it?”“Fucking hell.” He broke into a smile like a kid being handed candy-floss at the fairground. “I didn’t think life got that good.”“Oh it can, regularly,” Gavin assured. “If you seize the opportunities.” The grin they shared was as satisfying as a high-five. Josh’s pulse flickered at the thought of life’s untapped potential. It was always that way when catching up with his uncle—a sense of the knowledge to be gleaned from a man who had attained all Josh still sought in life.How’s the lovely Clarissa?” He inquired, head still full of that crazy evening, months past. His uncle’s sexy employee had accompanied her boss to the Blue Nile, unaware that she would end up starring in the club’s erotic cabaret.“Behaving herself. I keep her in line and she tries not to give away how much she secretly loves it.”“And her sexy friend from that evening?”Gavin supped his beer and smacked his lips with particular relish. It appeared he had a soft spot for the Blue Nile’s premier cabaret artiste. “Darling Clementine. So sweet it defies belief. Oh, she’s fine.” He set the beer down. “But enough about carnal bahis şirketleri delight for now. Tell me more about your grand career plan.”Josh made to answer, but a pretty blond-haired waitress, her bosom plumped by the bodice she was wearing, interrupted to take their order. He opted for bratwurst, his uncle for the schnitzel, and they observed the girl as she returned to the bar, skirt and pigtails swinging. “I’d serve her some serious bratwurst,” he said. His Uncle Gavin was one of the few people in the world with whom he’d have shared such a blunt sentiment.“Play it well and you might get to before the evening’s through,” Gavin said. “But you were about to tell me…”“What? Oh yeah.” He diverted his eyes from the waitress. “The head chef at Renard’s got poached about a month back and they decided to promote from within.” He allowed a moment’s basking in pride.“Which makes you one of the youngest head chefs in the country.”“At what’s still a small restaurant.”“But making a name for itself,” Gavin reminded. “As are you. Fuck modesty, it doesn’t suit you—you’re far too much like me. Tell me, how does your dad feel about it all? Is he any more resigned to the fact that ickle Joshy isn’t going into the family firm?”Josh revelled in the comparison his uncle had drawn between the two of them. “He has to now, doesn’t he? I’ve proved it’s more than some flaky notion based on watching Jamie Oliver on TV, so he’s had to eat his words along with some of my mango shrimp. Didn’t seem much impressed, though. At the shrimp, I mean.”“My big brother wouldn’t do you the favour of seeming impressed,” Gavin told him. “He’s envious of anyone who takes risks and gets away with it, and that includes his own son. Wasn’t always that way, but now that he’s made his bed…” He made little effort to disguise his contempt, as he swigged from his tankard. “Decent beer they serve here, I’ll give them that. Good for you on the promotion. Damn well done.”Gavin’s praise induced a quiet reverie and contemplation of glories yet to be achieved in the restaurant trade—along with all the rewards that might follow. A sparkling voice, however, succeeded in breaking through his trance.“Josh, you decided to come here! I told you it was great, didn’t I?”Josh looked up, as did his uncle, to view the girl. She was an arresting sight. Her shaggy blond mane was shoulder-length, not quite long enough to plait into pigtails should she have tried for a job at The Oktoberfest. Everything else, however, seemed in keeping with that establishment. Her mid-height curviness bahis firmaları was elevated with high-heels, pronounced bosom shown off well by a blue wraparound dress that only wrapped around so far. Her pretty features were made up with carefully-pencilled precision. Josh had never seen the girl looking so fuckable and his cock swelled at her sudden presence at their table. In conversation with Gavin, it had almost slipped his mind that she’d be showing up here too.“Christina. You’re here for your school get-together.”“Like you’d forgotten,” she said with a brief coquettish grin. “Having fun? Hope you’re not eyeing up the waitresses.”“Tonight I’m allowed to,” he said, returning her grin. “Gavin, this is Christina. She waitresses at Renard’s—has the privilege of serving my spectacular dishes to the paying customers. And I never eye her up when I’m working. I mean for what possible reason would I do that?” She smirked and dropped her gaze, abashed by the weight of suggestion in his words. “Christina, this is my Uncle Gav.”Christina glanced at Gavin, her eyes lingering an instant before she uttered a polite but nervy, “Hi.” Gavin’s rather severe good looks could do that to a girl. His smile in response was civil, eyes subjecting her to mild scrutiny.“The rest of your group here?” Josh inquired.“I’m guessing they’re around somewhere. It’s our German class. Our teacher’s taking us out as a reward for having done well in our July module.” She directed the final part to both of them, as though justifying her presence in the place to Gavin. “She’s made us promise not to get drunk and let her down, though I’m guessing I can talk her into buying me a cocktail.” She gave a pronounced burst of laughter like she was countering embarrassment, her face all blue-eyed glint and white-toothed grin. “Look, I’d better go join them. You have a nice night. Good to meet you.” She directed the final phrase at Gavin but held Josh’s stare a gratifying instant longer than necessary.As she turned to leave a hand was already reaching from beside her to touch her bare shoulder. “Christina, sweetheart—we’ve got a table. Right over there.” The newcomer was a striking brunette—Josh judged in her early thirties—a hair taller than Christina in similar heels and her equal in curviness. Her jeans were designer, and a leather jacket was slung over a white vest that showed off the upper contours of a mouth-wateringly impressive rack. Rather daring for the school-teacher he assumed her to be. She glanced at the two men to whom her student had been speaking kaçak bahis siteleri and passed herself with a polite “Hello,” her gaze flicking a second time to Josh’s uncle. The double-take was only to be expected. It amused Josh to watch his uncle casually soaking up the attention.“I’m coming,” Christina told the older woman with a warm smile, and Josh considered how much he’d like to see the blond girl do that very thing. “See you later, Josh. Gotta go join the others. Bye.”Teacher and student departed together, the joint retreat of their asses a pleasing picture. Oh, to be three years younger in that school…“Now I get the attraction of The Oktoberfest,” Gavin said, amusement in his tone.“Well, she did mention that her teacher was taking them all out here this evening,” Josh admitted with a further wistful glance after the pair. “I said I was meeting you for a drink and she recommended it. Seemed a shame not to take her up on it.”“So it’s not any of the waitresses on whom you’re setting your sights. I approve your choice—she’s maturing into quite the young woman. There’d be good sport with that one.”“There would be if she wasn’t saddled with a long-term boyfriend she’s never done mentioning.” Josh’s glance strayed to the corner table with its group of lively students and their teacher. Christina had been immediately caught up in the banter, though she directed at least one glance back to where he and Gavin sat. So did her teacher for that matter.“Nothing holding you back from a little casual intervention,” Gavin said. “Why haven’t you asked her out?”“I already have. No dice.” It pained Josh to admit the failure to his uncle. Staying friends with Christina on the off chance that she might change her mind did not feel like any course of action Gavin might adopt. “She shot me down very prettily of course, but it amounted to the same thing.”“And yet she let you know she’d be here tonight. Josh, you surprise me.” He was struck by the rigour in his uncle’s tone. Gavin set down his beer and fixed him with a stare that brooked no argument. “I never thought I’d hear that ‘if only’ bullshit from my nephew. The one who put himself through chef school and is on the verge of culinary greatness—who’s had his share of girlfriends along the way. What happened to King Kong?”Josh grinned at the allusion to his spectacular success as part of the Blue Nile erotic cabaret, but Gavin was not done with him. “I’m serious. There’s some take-charge attitude lacking here. She clearly wanted you to be here tonight and to hell with her boyfriend. You knew that and that’s why you suggested this venue. Only question is—do you want to fuck her?”“Well … I mean, of course I …”“Let me rephrase that. How much do you want Miss Teenage Tits-and-Ass over there bouncing naked on your cock?”

Ben Esra telefonda seni bosaltmami ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32