Chapter 51
Mule had to put his hand against the wall to steady himself.
“Boy, I see why they call this place ‘Hooter’s’,” he said.
Squiggy nodded. This was one of his favorite places to eat. He wasn’t all that fond of the food, other than the wings, but did have an appreciation for the help.
One of the help approached them. She was wearing the appropriate shirt and was endowed enough to stretch the shirt to limits it was not designed to withstand.
She was a short girl with dark hair who could be a model. The front of her shirt had a “V” in it that revealed some cleavage that was like a magnet to the two visitors from Langford.
“Can I help you?” she asked, flashing a fake smile that neither guy happened to notice.
Squiggy nodded, his eyes never venturing far from the greeter. “We, uh, need a tit, er, table.”
“Man!” Mule offered.
“Excuse me?” she asked.
“They real?”
“Do what?”
Squiggy popped Mule with his hat. “Don’t get us kicked out fore we eat the dang wings.”
“Uh, sorry.”
She was keeping a little more distance between herself and the two guys. “Table for two?”
“Yep,” Squiggy said.
“Smoking or…”
“Yep, this is,” Mule said.
“Naw, we ain’t smoking,” Squiggy said. He liked the company, but was regretting bringing Mule if he was going to act like this.
She turned around and started walking across the room. She had on some tight little shorts that caught their attention. Mule was so affixed to the sight that he bumped into another waitress carrying a tray of food, making her spill it.
He never broke stride, though, following behind the greeter. Mule was fascinated with the movements of the girl’s rear, the way the cheeks would slide back and forth.
“Look where you’s going,” Squiggy said.
“I am,” Mule said.
She brought them to their table and waited for them to sit. The greeter placed two menus in front of them.
“My name is ‘Mule’,” he said.
“That’s, uh, good,” she said.
“Wanna know why?”
Squiggy looked like he was in shock. “No!”
The greeter was still smiling, but wondering how she wound up getting all the retards.
Mule motioned for her to come close. He whispered into her ear. Her smile slowly went away. Squiggy watched her take a quick glance down at Mule’s midsection.
She nodded and walked away toward another worker and whispered something to her.
“What did you tell her?” Squiggy asked.
“I told her people call me Mule cause of how big my thing is. I measured it last night with a tape measure and it was…”
“Mule, I don’t care how big your whonker is. You didn’t tell her, did you?”
“Course, that was when she looked down.”
Squiggy shook his head and started looking at the menu. Mule was too busy looking around the room.
A waitress approached them, the same one the greeter had just talked with. She was tall, blonde and equipped with the same sort of assets as the greeter. Her shirt was not as revealing, however.
Mule started moving everything on the table off to the side.
“What the crap are you doing?” Squiggy asked.
Mule ignored his friend. “I’ll help you get up there.”
The fake smile was already challenged. “Get up where?” she asked in a serious southern twang.
“Up on the table to dance.”
“I don’t do table dances.”
“What for?”
“This isn’t a strip bar,” she added.
“It ain’t?”
She shook her head. Squiggy was fixated on this one. She was like his dream girl.
“Is that why nobody’s naked?”
“Of course.”
She looked across the table and saw Squiggy looking at her. The waitress wasn’t positive, but thought some drool was exiting his mouth.
“How’s it going?” Squiggy asked.
She actually thought he was kind of cute in a white trash kind of way. “Fine. And you?”
“Much better now that you’s here.”
She smiled and flipped her hair back. The waitress moved closer to him. She started to say something but was interrupted by Mule.
“You’s hot!”
She turned to look at Mule. “Thanks.” The waitress turned to look at Mule, blinking her big, blue eyes at him with eye lashes that seemed to go on forever. Squiggy looked at the eye brows and saw they were blonde.
“What are you looking at?” she asked, smiling at him.
“Blonde, huh?” he said.
“Yes, I am.”
“Dang!” Mule said, loud enough to be heard throughout the place. Squiggy looked at his friend to see what had disturbed him. Mule was fixated on another waitress crossing by. She was immense.
He tried to flag her down, but had no luck.
“What’s good?” Squiggy asked.
“Other than me?” she said.
“You good?”
“None better.”
“How do I know you ain’t fibbing?”
She leaned close to him. “You’ll have to take my word on it…for now.”
Squiggy did his best to maintain composure, but was afraid his jaw might hit the table.
He happened to see another waitress crossing by. She had the largest bosoms that he had ever seen. Squiggy hoped Mule wouldn’t notice, but that was impossible.
“Oh my gosh!” he hollered, loud enough to attract everybody’s attention. “Come here!”
The other waitress slowly approached the table.
Squiggy knew this wasn’t going to be good, even before Mule opened his mouth.
Chapter 52
“Boy, I see why they call this place ‘Hooter’s’,” he said.
Squiggy nodded. This was one of his favorite places to eat. He wasn’t all that fond of the food, other than the wings, but did have an appreciation for the help.
One of the help approached them. She was wearing the appropriate shirt and was endowed enough to stretch the shirt to limits it was not designed to withstand.
She was a short girl with dark hair who could be a model. The front of her shirt had a “V” in it that revealed some cleavage that was like a magnet to the two visitors from Langford.
“Can I help you?” she asked, flashing a fake smile that neither guy happened to notice.
Squiggy nodded, his eyes never venturing far from the greeter. “We, uh, need a tit, er, table.”
“Man!” Mule offered.
“Excuse me?” she asked.
“They real?”
“Do what?”
Squiggy popped Mule with his hat. “Don’t get us kicked out fore we eat the dang wings.”
“Uh, sorry.”
She was keeping a little more distance between herself and the two guys. “Table for two?”
“Yep,” Squiggy said.
“Smoking or…”
“Yep, this is,” Mule said.
“Naw, we ain’t smoking,” Squiggy said. He liked the company, but was regretting bringing Mule if he was going to act like this.
She turned around and started walking across the room. She had on some tight little shorts that caught their attention. Mule was so affixed to the sight that he bumped into another waitress carrying a tray of food, making her spill it.
He never broke stride, though, following behind the greeter. Mule was fascinated with the movements of the girl’s rear, the way the cheeks would slide back and forth.
“Look where you’s going,” Squiggy said.
“I am,” Mule said.
She brought them to their table and waited for them to sit. The greeter placed two menus in front of them.
“My name is ‘Mule’,” he said.
“That’s, uh, good,” she said.
“Wanna know why?”
Squiggy looked like he was in shock. “No!”
The greeter was still smiling, but wondering how she wound up getting all the retards.
Mule motioned for her to come close. He whispered into her ear. Her smile slowly went away. Squiggy watched her take a quick glance down at Mule’s midsection.
She nodded and walked away toward another worker and whispered something to her.
“What did you tell her?” Squiggy asked.
“I told her people call me Mule cause of how big my thing is. I measured it last night with a tape measure and it was…”
“Mule, I don’t care how big your whonker is. You didn’t tell her, did you?”
“Course, that was when she looked down.”
Squiggy shook his head and started looking at the menu. Mule was too busy looking around the room.
A waitress approached them, the same one the greeter had just talked with. She was tall, blonde and equipped with the same sort of assets as the greeter. Her shirt was not as revealing, however.
Mule started moving everything on the table off to the side.
“What the crap are you doing?” Squiggy asked.
Mule ignored his friend. “I’ll help you get up there.”
The fake smile was already challenged. “Get up where?” she asked in a serious southern twang.
“Up on the table to dance.”
“I don’t do table dances.”
“What for?”
“This isn’t a strip bar,” she added.
“It ain’t?”
She shook her head. Squiggy was fixated on this one. She was like his dream girl.
“Is that why nobody’s naked?”
“Of course.”
She looked across the table and saw Squiggy looking at her. The waitress wasn’t positive, but thought some drool was exiting his mouth.
“How’s it going?” Squiggy asked.
She actually thought he was kind of cute in a white trash kind of way. “Fine. And you?”
“Much better now that you’s here.”
She smiled and flipped her hair back. The waitress moved closer to him. She started to say something but was interrupted by Mule.
“You’s hot!”
She turned to look at Mule. “Thanks.” The waitress turned to look at Mule, blinking her big, blue eyes at him with eye lashes that seemed to go on forever. Squiggy looked at the eye brows and saw they were blonde.
“What are you looking at?” she asked, smiling at him.
“Blonde, huh?” he said.
“Yes, I am.”
“Dang!” Mule said, loud enough to be heard throughout the place. Squiggy looked at his friend to see what had disturbed him. Mule was fixated on another waitress crossing by. She was immense.
He tried to flag her down, but had no luck.
“What’s good?” Squiggy asked.
“Other than me?” she said.
“You good?”
“None better.”
“How do I know you ain’t fibbing?”
She leaned close to him. “You’ll have to take my word on it…for now.”
Squiggy did his best to maintain composure, but was afraid his jaw might hit the table.
He happened to see another waitress crossing by. She had the largest bosoms that he had ever seen. Squiggy hoped Mule wouldn’t notice, but that was impossible.
“Oh my gosh!” he hollered, loud enough to attract everybody’s attention. “Come here!”
The other waitress slowly approached the table.
Squiggy knew this wasn’t going to be good, even before Mule opened his mouth.
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