The waitress crawled under the table, jerking and sucking off the visitors in public

I was standing by the window, but no one came up.

Uh, I need attention.

I have to serve someone.

What the hell was I thinking?

I don't need any of this.

All I want is to finish the job and go rest.

Go to my place, take my skirt off.

Think of all the attention I could get.

Then stick your fingers inside.

I do.

She walked down the hall, covered in fog.

Attention.

The cyborgs cleverly ignored her.

Being alienated.

Some of them have noticed her need for attention.

And now they've deliberately taken her away.

But even they, on their cold, partly artificial faces,

Couldn't help but notice the waitress bending over to pick something up off the floor.

And then she disappeared under the table.

Wow, what a beautiful girl.

She got down on all fours and pretended

That's what pulls a glass under the table.

This little play made her feel safe.

No one's seen her, no one's gonna know what she's up to, but it was pure self-deception.

The first cyborg felt his knees spread and the man

The men at this table were probably the first and last to see her.

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