Restaurants, Kitchens and Bars... Oh my!Many years ago, I went out with a chef. Kitchens are merely vice dens with food. You couldn't move for people bonking and snorting coke in the store room. And the things they did with the food...
My personal vice was chocolate mousse - I remember it being very calming in all the chaos around me. I think they put things in it.
Tell us your stories of working in kitchens, bars and the rest of the nightmare that is the catering trade.
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chthonic, Fri 21 Jul 2006, 9:58)
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Damn my conscience!I paid my dues by working in a restaurant in my formative years, however I was always too chickenshit to actually mess with the food, and to my knowledge none of my colleagues did either, no matter HOW much the customer made us want to decapitate them with a butter knife!
The closest I saw was by one of the barmen, an odd, but thoroughly nice bloke who seemed to have his pick of the ladies no matter how he behaved. Or maybe because of it.
There was a hen night in our upstairs section where I was serving, lots of alcoholised girlies screaming and giggling. They ordered a bottle of Champagne that our hero took upstairs and opened with a flourish. He proceeded to pour, and when he'd done he was standing in front of a table with 6 glasses of Champagne in flutes. What do you think he did?
He whipped out his cock with as much or a flourish as he'd poured the Champagne and promptly stuck his dick in each and every glass. Put it away, bowed, said "Enjoy", turned on his heels and went back to the bar.
They loved it... Go figure...
Length? Girth? He had them both!
(, Sat 22 Jul 2006, 13:09, Reply)
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