Menu Is More Perverted

Miu always had a bit of trouble talking to people. She wanted to talk to people; Wanted to make friends and learn about interesting stories from others...But whenever she came face to face with someone, she'd get nervous.

It was one of the things that made working as a waitress seem like such an awful choice, but she needed the job. The only other people willing to hire her seemed far more perverted than her current boss. Though the way that he glanced at her cleavage, did not make her any more happy to be working at the restaurant. She needed the money though, so she didn't complain and got to work.

An hour into her shift and she felt something. Her the brush of a hand against her thigh like from table 13...again... but something else. It sent a chill through her spine and the next thing she knew, her vision was blurring. For a second, she was horrified that she was about to past out. The lack of money from stopping a shift earlier would be bad enough, but a trip to the hospital would be even worse.

Then it happened. She felt two fingers thrust its way inside her pussy. The first thrust brought her back to reality, the second caused a moan to escape her lips, by the fourth her brain finally processed what was happening and yanked the fingers out of her. Shame creeping up onto her face as she stared at the strangers wet fingers... She knew that it's been a while since she masturbated, but her body should have much better control than that to get turned on so easily.

Her icy glare darted towards the perverted, only to find a trio of people sitting at the table. The one who fingered her being the youngest in his early 20s. Before she could stutter or yell at the creep, the older gentleman beside her assaulter talked first.

"Sorry about that, Ma'am. My son here is just excited. He just turned 21 today and wanted to go all out on the menu and I told him he could do the honors of giving you our order tonight. He should've gotten your attention first so you wouldn't be so surprised." The way he smiled and spoke so calmly, made her feel like she was in the wrong. Like she was just misunderstanding something. But that wasn't right. His son was the one that sexually assaulted her. It being his birthday explained nothing!

"W-What does it being his b-birthday and wanting to order have anything to do with him fin-..f-f-fingering me?!" As soon as she said it, her eyes darted around the room, hoping that no one heard her. No one seemed to have heard or cared besides the dad at the table.

"Your right, sorry. Not sure if it makes you feel better but we were planning on ordering fingering off the menu. He definitely should've waited until after you processed the order though."

"But-" His son started to speak but was quickly cut off by his farther. "Next time just shove it in there with one thrust and then pull your fingers back. Don't let them linger. It may sound weird, but etiquette is very important here. Especially if you want the more popular waitresses like Ms. Miu to serve you."

She opened her mouth, the words nearly pouring out of her. What does he mean popular? It's her first day. Why the fuck does he think one thrust of the finger inside her is fine?! Instead of asking, she grabbed the menus as it was handed to her. She couldn't understand why. They haven't given her an order yet, but it didn't matter. It would be someone elses problem, she'd have someone else serve the table. Someone that could tell the boss to kick them out and ban them. If she had to talk to her boss about that happened, she'd just end up dying from the humiliation first.

As she collected the menus, she noticed something.