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smelly armpits.
    â€œAre you irie, sista?”
    Holding her breath she nodded her head because she didn’t dare to inhale his polluted odor.
    â€œIt’s fate dat brought us togeda.”
    â€œIt is I who broke us apart.” She pushed him away from her and departed from him.
    The waiter strolled to their table with a wide smile on his face showing off his pearly white teeth. This time Tina was ready to order. She knew exactly what she wanted and it was him. “Are you ready to order now, miss?”
    â€œDo you have a twin? You are the exact replica of someone I know,” Keisha chimed in. “I see good looks run in the family.”
    The waiter smiled at the compliment. “Are you ladies ready to order?”
    Tina opened her mouth to speak but Keisha cut her off. “Are you on the menu?”
    â€œIt depends on what the order is.”
    Tina was looking at Keisha, unsure of her intentions. “I’m ready to . . .” Tina tried to speak again, but before she could finish Keisha cut her off in midsentence and placed her order.
    â€œI would like to have you on a silver platter.” Keisha was going in for the kill. She questioned him about himself as if he were on the menu. The couple sitting at the table next to her was astonished at her bold pursuit. She told him what she wanted and laid down the rules of engagement. It was a one-time deal but if his performance was up to standards there was a possibility she would keep him around.
    â€œI would love to take you on a tour of the kitchen. My shift is ending.”
    He was up for the tryst. Tina was baffled as to why Keisha would do that to her. She didn’t think she would want to mingle with grease and pots and other utensils.
    The waiter extended his arm to Keisha and she reached for it. “I’ll let you know what the rock is cooking,” Keisha stated as she left the table.
    They entered the kitchen and the heat was the first thing to greet her, followed by all the different aromas of Caribbean cuisine. Two cooks took their attention away from the big pots and greeted the waiter with a respectful nod, while another placed chicken in a big pan of hot oil. She held his hand tight because she felt out of place.
    â€œCan’t stand the heat in the kitchen?” he whispered in her ear.
    The warm air tickled her ear, sending signals to her breasts, arousing her nipples. They made a few turns and came to a red door at the end of the hall that denied any further access to anyone without a key. He reached in his pocket and took out a single key with a map of Jamaica hanging from it. He pushed the door open and the air-conditioned room was just what she needed. The room was an office. There was a desk with a computer and lots of receipts. There was a stereo playing a song by Beres Hammond. The walls were decorated by paintings representing the islands and there was also a couch with a jacket lying on it.
    The waiter slowly removed his shirt as he danced to the music, revealing his chiseled chest with a few strands of hair growing from it. Keisha braced herself against the door because she could no longer feel the air from the air conditioner; her body was getting hot. He took her by the arm and brought her close to him and kissed her lips. His lips were soft and she was enjoying it. Her nipples hardened as he unbuttoned her shirt and his big hands cupped her breasts while his lips were still glued to hers.
    He lifted her up, placing her on the desk. He unhooked her bra and his warm tongue met her already-hardened nipples, sending shivers down her spine. He slowly slid down her body like a snake, lifting her dress and taking her panties off with his teeth. His tongue greeted her candy pot and she held on to his head, relaxed her muscles and let her juices flow. Her legs trembled and he knew she was near her climax. He lifted his head up and she tried to bring him back to her spot. She bit on her lips to make sure that