Chapter 3 – Refusal to Serve at Le Petit Chat Noir Chef Dominique Mirabeau's driver was waiting at the airport. "Mademoiselle, my name is Luc and I will take you to Le Petit Chat Noir." He took her bag and led her outside where an old white Rolls Royce purred invitingly at the curb. He bowed his head and opened the door; she stepped in and the door clic...
This is my second installment of this story. This story will get a little dark because it pulls from personal experiences. I hope this does not turn you away and if anything, encourages you to read more into this. A lot of you will notice I have switched it from first person to third person. It just made for an easier moment to kind of fade in the back groun...
As Shindou, Piku, Mihei, and Naoki sailed off to the closest island, they introduced each other. To be sinple, Naoki was the chef of the crew member, and Mihei was the shipment. Shindou started to understand what their duties were and why they became pirates. Naoki wanted to be a famous cook around all the blues to make Sanji notice her. She knew Sanji when...
It began as a usual Saturday in the big infamous oval track town, racing capital of the world, home of the black and white checkered flag, the Indianapolis 500. Deanne was extremely tired. She had talked to her friend with benefits, her lover, in NYC through the night. Slowly over a period of about four months, they had intensly begun getting to know one ano...
When I was eighteen I was shy and quiet. I worked as a waiter and daytime assistant to Maitre' D in a large, fancy restaurant . The Maitre' D was a woman of about forty, short, plump, blonde and mean; she was used to getting her own way. Her name was Marie. Her face was a bit puffy but not un-attractive. She usually wore pale or pastel trouser suits with fit...
Hello, my name is Raj. I am a 32 year old guy who works as a professional chef in a restaurant. I'm a shy introvert who likes to hide behind my work in my kitchen. That is why even at this age I am still a virgin. Right now I am looking for a nice girl to get married to. The one who will be loyal to me as we spend the rest of our lives together. The only pro...
Jody craves my tongue as much as she craves the succulently flavored Lebanese meatballs stuffed with herb-garlic rice that I call Kufta ali Baba and the Forty Cloves. I see no reason to sate her appetite and leave her hungers unappeased. After dinner, dirty dishes stacked, leftovers stored in the refrigerator. I open a bottle of merlot, Santa Ynez Valley 19...
Thursday, Senior English Reading and Composition The bell rang and the students took their time finding their seats, still chatting while the teacher gathered some papers and her thoughts. The teacher, Ms. Callahan, was wearing a black pencil skirt and cobalt blue button-down shirt with matte black pumps and had her auburn hair in a tight, braided bun to ke...
Another joint effort story with a fellow literotica member, littlemissy05. As the other ladies laughed, Sile looked in defeat at the charred attempt she had made on the grilled cheese sandwiches. The smoke detector on her dining room ceiling hanging open with the battery still in her hand Sile turned on the stove fan and headed over to open the window thi...
*** This has been something I've been working on for a while. I enjoy drawing only for fun. I did the drawings alternately as I wrote the story and I found one activity inspired the other. As always, views are great, votes are interesting, but comments, criticisms and suggestions are golden.*** * * * * * 2:11 a.m. The obnoxious electronic ring of the ph...