“Alright ladies! Clean plates, I love to see that! Let me take care of these for you…”
The waitress from before appeared above Jack as if from nowhere. He stood ankle-deep in coke and still shivering from the cold air against his wet skin, but he couldn’t believe his luck. As she lifted his glass, he saw her name tag; ‘Freya’. It was pinned to a yellow button-up blouse - the restaurant’s uniform - that strained against the enormity of two very large breasts.
Looking away from his saviour’s tits, Jack could see Zoe and Jacki, still sitting at the table, watching helplessly as their toy was carried away by the attentive waitress. Freya walked through a set of double doors into the kitchen and Jack’s tormentors were gone. He let go of a breath he didn’t realise he was holding.
While out of the clutches of Zoe, he was still very much in danger. The clatter of plates, the sizzling of grills and the rampant chatter, banter and cross talk of a bustling back of house swirled around Jack. He was now alone. Nobody in this kitchen knew he was here.
A second waitress squeezed through the cramped kitchen, her ass accidentally knocking the stack of plates Jack and his glass were resting on. The glass fell over, providing Jack an exit. He now stood atop the plate that once held Zoe’s lunch, tiny morsels of beef patty and brioche bun littered the ceramic canvas. He took the opportunity to eat before formulating a plan.
Standing around was begging to get killed; there were too many hot surfaces and sharp knives around to expect safety. He needed to find a way out.
The obvious choice was Freya. She already saved him once, maybe sticking with her will continue to prove lucky. But she’s serving Zoe and Jacki - what if he winds up back on their table somehow? The more distance from them, the better…
So, maybe a customer? He could hitch a ride on a prepared plate of food and get delivered to someone who might help him! It’s still risky. If Zoe sees him at another table, she would absolutely grab him.
The only place he’d truly be free from her was here in the kitchen; the staff wouldn’t let her back here for any reason. Maybe one of the chefs would be a good choice…