Laurelai Pie has kindly consented in me using her as a character in this fictional story.

Laurelai Pie
I am not sure I was ever destined to be a waiter, but it was my own fault when I got sacked. I got in trouble with a Pie. A Laurelai Pie.

Nancy my colleague a waitress gave me the nod

"Shes back over there the woman who complained about you spilling something and ruining her shoes," she said.
"Is that her? Slender with dark hair and a fringe?" I asked. The woman had complained after I had left and they had taken some of my wages to pay for new shoes. I didn't remember spilling anything and was sure it was a con.
"Yes, that's the one," said Nancy without even looking up.
She looked like butter wouldn't melt and I vaguely remembered serving her once before. It was probably not a good idea to keep her waiting."
"Are you ready to order Ma'am?" I asked remaining polite and calm.
"Do you have a specials board here?" she asked, to my surprise because it was one of the specials, she claimed had ruined her shoes.
"Yes Ma'am, it is over here on the wall. The same place it was the last time you were here," I retorted. I bit my lip as soon as I said it and she looked at me quizzically.
"I only had coffee the last time I was here," she clarified.
I took her order, but I was angry now. She had taken advantage and was now denying it
"Can you take this out the back?" the chef asked.
"Sure," I replied but my impulsive compulsive behaviour took over. I took the bucket. Containing a very gloopy smelly food waste, beans, egg, pasta sauce, custard, etc. I would get my revenge and I might have to pay for a further pair of shoes, but it would be worth it. I had seen her head to the toilet and my plan was to put this bucket under the table and she would probably kick it as she sat down and spill a bit. Not a brilliant plan.

As I put it under the table I realised she was already returning and I panicked and hid under the table. She sat down and moved her chair in, with one of her feet going in the bucket and I awaited the scream and my humiliation. The scream didn't come. She lifted her foot out of the bucket and held it there. What was she doing? She must have felt the gloopy warm gunge through her tights on the open part of the shoe.

She put her foot back in the bucket kicking off the shoe in the bucket and feeling the gunge slip and slide over her nylon clad foot as it gradually soaked through finding the space between her toes. With one foot in the bucket, she looked under the tablecloth and I am sure she smiled. She put her other foot in the bucket and sat there her feet in the gooey mess that clung to the nylon and soaked through. She called for a drink as she rubbed one foot up the lower leg of the other then, swapped to the other. When Nancy came back and apologised that they were a man short, I heard the customer replied.

"Don't worry I am just glad to take the weight off my feet. They could do with a massage and my legs too. I am sure that he will return he seemed a toe-tal sucker for customer service. If I get a good service here I won't be talking about the missing waiter just how good an experience I have had. if I get what I want I can be the sole of discretion," she said to a slightly confused Nancy.

"I was less confused I start to massage the gunge up her legs to her knee. My hands rubbed the gunge into her tights and to the skin pressing firmly but gently as I knelt before her. She lifted one foot and rested it on my already bulging crotch. Her other foot she lifted in front of my face. The side split on her skirt allowing her the freedom to move her legs. knew what she wanted, but I hesitated.

"Oh god," I murmured as she rubbed her sole and heel against my crotch.
My mouth open was immediately filled by toes and as she ate my warm wet mouth enveloped her toes. I licked, kissed and sucked her foot all the while her other pressing into to me teasing me. She teased me with one foot but the swapped to the other.

She put both her feet on my crotch, and I heard Nancy check if everything was okay?
The customer replied, "yes it is fine but I always like to finish," wriggling her toes against me as she spoke. I knew what she wanted and I released myself, from my trousers. She took me between her feet and rubbed them up and down my shaft. She paused placed her feet in the bucket and then started again rubbing her feet against me. Massaging me between her faster and faster. It was so good I wanted it to end and continue. Concentrating on being quiet I almost bit my tongue as I came. Globules of my enjoyment sprayed over, her feet.

She paid the bill and I heard her say to Nancy that she thought she saw me through the window out the front. As Nancy investigated this was my cue. I grabbed the bucket and shot out the back door whilst the customer finished her coffee. I went to my car and sent a text to Nancy apologising for my disappearance, telling her I had felt nauseous. I asked if the complaining customer at table 12 had given any problems. I was taken aback by the reply. She wasn't at table 12 but the next one table 13.

Fate seemed to have taken a hand 13 was reputedly unlucky but 12 had proved otherwise. I was just about to empty the bucket when a voice interrupted me.
"Don't do that we haven't finished with it yet," my customer said. You can give me a lift to mine and we could resume when we get there. You only paid attention to my legs and feet I have more than that to offer. I looked down to see her dirty wet legs and shoes, as she said, "You don't think I am getting in my car like this, do you?"
"My name is Nick," Introduced myself.
"I am Laurelai," she replied "Laurelai Pie."