Scenes From a Casual Dining Restaurant: Chapter 1

"Scenes From a Casual Dining Restaurant" tells the story of the staff and customers of Roly Oly's Restaurant over the course of five Valentine's Days. For those who are new to the story, this chapter comprises what was original published here as Part 1 and Part 2.

This full chapter takes place over the first Valentine's Day out of five that will be featured.

Chapter 2 will be published later today and collect parts 3 and 4 into one post.

Enjoy!

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Roly Oly’s wasn’t your typical Valentine’s Day hangout. It wasn’t a fancy Michelin star restaurant or even a place that specialized in stereotypically romantic cuisine like French or Italian. But what it was was a relaxed and comfortable restaurant that served great food. It was very fattening food, and its calorie content definitely played a role in its deliciousness. 

Perhaps it was the decadence of the sinfully delicious and fattening treats that Roly Oly’s served up that made it such a popular place amongst couples looking to indulge themselves in a variety of ways.

Roly Oly’s had all the trappings of a full and friendly restaurant, plenty of tables and a singular long bar for those inclined to just come in for a couple of drinks. The atmosphere and the food made it an ideal place for first dates or casual meetups, and Roly’s had developed plenty of well fed regulars. The customer base was consistently growing in more ways than one.

And a large portion of Roly Oly’s success also had to do with the diverse employees that worked there, two of whom were Ophelia and Judith.

Ophelia and Judith had been best friends since middle school, a friendship that grew tighter in high school. They were roommates throughout college and were roommates even now just a few years later. 

Ophelia was one of Roly Oly’s most promising chefs, straight out of culinary school and an eager and talented worker. Her love of food was evident, and that evidence was all over her body. Ophelia was a chubby girl to say the least with a doughy belly befitting a woman who loves to bake as much as she does. Sitting atop that plump pot belly were a pair of heavy breasts that would be befitting a classic Bavarian milkmaid. They were large breasts that took a lot of work to contain and stood out even beyond her jiggly middle. Ophelia’s thighs were also thick and often rubbed together, and she also had a thick and flabby ass. However, these things were dwarfed by her stomach and breasts as Ophelia was a rather apple shaped fatty. All of this was accompanied by Ophelia’s chubby moon-shaped face complete with a delicate double chin.

Judith was a bit of a flighty girl, not in the sense that she wasn’t intelligent, but in the sense that she was the kind of person who was perpetually stuck with an inability to decide what she wanted to do with her life. Even in college, Judith did a lot of surveying. She ended up graduating with a double major in political science and communications with minors in business, theatre, music, and philosophy along with a handful of various other credits. It had taken her two extra years to complete her degrees since she had changed majors so many times before realizing she had enough credits to finish up with two, and she finished college while Ophelia was in culinary school. 

Judith had always been a slim girl for most of her life, the kind with a trim body that attracted a lot of attention, and Ophelia had always been her loyal fat friend, but in recent years Judith’s body had softened as her blaise attitude toward finding a field of work she felt most comfortable in led to a lot of sitting around being bored and eating. As such, her perky ass was no more and had begun to chunk up considerably along with her thick thighs that had noticeable saddlebags. She had a slight tummy and her breasts had grown and softened over the years, but not by much. While Ophelia was an apple shape, Judith was decidedly pear.

Working at Roly Oly’s was Ophelia’s idea. She was excited because automatically she was being given a lot of responsibility in the kitchen and it promised to be a great place where she could grow. Judith was here because she enjoyed working with Ophelia and being a waitress was a good way to help pay rent while keeping her schedule flexible enough to try new things.

Together they were trying the pork cheek noodle that Ophelia had cooked up for a crew meal before dinner service began.

“This is delicious, O.”

“Thanks. It’s the gochujang that really makes it. I don’t think they’re gonna put it on the menu anytime soon, but I wanted to make something special for Valentine’s Day.”

“You think pork cheek noodle is romantic?”

“I think good food is romantic.”

Ophelia as she slurped up her noodles.

“Watch we’re you’re going, fat ass!”

Judith rolled her eyes at the sound of the voice but still leaned to look behind Ophelia and see what happened.

“Oh look, the hostess with the mostess is here.”

Corinne was a smoke show of a woman, an aspiring model and actress with the figure for the job, and she had just knocked into Samir an obese line chef.

“Seriously, piggy. Keep your fat sweaty hands away from me. Got it, Fatso?”

Samir just nodded and went about his work well used to Corinne’s abuse.

Corinne was a gorgeous woman with a stereotypically hot body. She was tall and with an hourglass figure. Although her curves were plentiful, they were also tight. Corinne was a fit girl who strutted around the restaurant like she owned the place even though she was just the hostess. The hostess job was temporary until her acting and modeling career took off. She knew that which is why she walked around with her nose held up especially when it came to being around Roly Oly’s plumper regulars or the rounder members of the restaurant staff.

“Hey, Cor. I made crew meal. Pork cheek noodle.”

Corinne grabbed a bowl, slurped up some noodles and sucked some pieces of pork and slammed the table like she had just done a rail of cocaine.

“Fuck, that’s good.”

If it was one thing Corinne couldn’t resist, it was Ophelia’s cooking. She had spent years dieting, training herself to physical perfection, and one bite of Ophelia’s first crew meal had hooked her, and when Olivia was cooking crew meal it was always sure to be her favorite.

Ophelia nodded with approval, sending her double chin bobbing.

“Glad you like it. I baked a chocolate pudding pie for dessert when we close, and I’m trying out a new pound cake recipe, so I’ve got slices wrapped up for everybody to take home.”

Corinne, in an unusually unladylike display, licked the sauce off the edge of her bowl.

“Damn, Ophelia. That’s why you’re so damn fat.”

“So you don’t want it?”

“Of course I want it! I have a fantastic metabolism and can eat whatever I want. Be jealous, bitches.”

And with a flip of her hair, Corinne turned around and strutted off to start her hostess shift.

“She’s a bitch,” said Judith with an eye roll.

“The hostess with the mostess is not exactly the nicest.”

“She’s a thin arrogant bitch.”

“I’d go with curvy.”

“I hope she gets fat,” snarked Judith.

“You’re mean,” snickered Olivia.

“Oh come one. It would be funny.”

Olivia looked down at her hands a chuckled slightly and then quickly leaned forward getting real close to Judith as if she had to whisper her a very important secret.

“I’ll make sure she goes home with two slices of pound cake.”

Judith practically fell backward off her chair with laughter before rocking forward again and slapping Ophelia on the arm.

“Now you’re being mean. I love it.”

She looked up at the clocked on the kitchen wall and then quickly finished up her dish.

“Time for my shift. Make sure you save me a big piece of chocolate pudding pie for later.”

“Not as big as the one I’m saving for Corinne.”

Judith laughed as she tightened her apron and then made her way through the kitchen doors and into the dining room proper. As she looked over at Roly Oly’s lone seldom used but mostly for decoration piano, Judith felt an urge to tickle the ivories, but instead she walked over to the bar where her friend John was working tonight.

“Hey, John. If a customer asks me for a wine recommendation with their steak, do I suggest white, red, or rosé?”

“Honey, if I’m not mixing it, I don’t give a shit.”

John was a lithe man with movie star good looks, and what he was currently mixing was a concoction that was bright and light orange which he slid toward Judith. 

“Try.”

Judith didn’t need to be told twice and eagerly took a sip.

“Ooooo, that’s good. What’s the secret?”

“Chartreuse.”

“And am I tasting…”

“Passion fruit syrup.”

“We have passion fruit syrup?”

“We do when I’m mixing, bitch.”

John leans forward and places his hands on top of one of Judith’s.

“Now that tastes pretty good, right? You would even say delicious?”

Judith nodded as she took another sip of her drink.

“And passion fruit is perfectly appropriate for Valentine’s Day, in fact wonderfully so?”

More nods. More drinking.

“And you know what I’m going to be making instead?”

John slapped the table just as Judith put her drink down and nearly knocked it over.

“Five million strawberry martinis- with vodka! And that is why I hate my life and need to get out of here.”

Judith held John’s hands and nodded in solidarity.

“And don’t forget the cosmos.”

John groaned and ripped his hands as the door opened again and he caught sight of the next two customers walking in.

“Oh great, Brenda and Eddie are here again,” he said with an exaggerated roll of his eyes.

“They come here often?”

“Yes. They’re on and off, and they’re super toxic so I hate them.”

“Hey. It’s Valentine’s Day. Maybe tonight will be better.”

“No it won’t, and I already know what they’re going to want to drink.”

John goes about prepping for the inevitable.

“She’s going to have a cosmo because she’s a basic bitch. He’s going to have a beer because he’s a neanderthal. And I’m going to have a cigarette because of the endless misery that is my existence.”

“You can’t smoke in here.”

“And the parade of travesties continues!”

Brenda and Eddie were an annoyingly pretty couple who had been together, more or less, for most of their lives. Meeting in high school, Brenda was the head cheerleader and Eddie was the star quarterback. Together they were King and the Queen of the prom, and of course that was exactly where they peaked. 

Eddie O’Leary went on to play quarterback in college until an injury ended his career, and now he works as a mechanic down and one weekends he tends bar with his brother in a bar down on Sullivan Street.

Brenda was a stereotypically pretty blonde whose hobbies primarily revolved making Eddie jealous and getting other people to buy her drinks. She was a buxom babe who excelled at the art of seduction when she wasn’t allowing herself to be tied to Eddie who was a bad habit she just couldn’t seem to kick. She was too lazy to attend her classes in college and ended up dropping out hoping to simply attach herself to Eddie’s rising football star, so now taunting Eddie about his own failures was her primary outlet for when she needed to feel better about herself.

The two hardbodies were seated by Corinne who took the time to admire their trim good looking figures, appreciating a kind of pretty people kinship. They were placed in Judith’s section where Eddie immediately started to snap his fingers.

“Ey yo, can get some fuckin’ bread over here?”

Judith heard Eddie’s snapping and new it was already going to be a long night.

John slid her a beer and a cosmopolitan.

“Here. Take this to them.”

“What kind of beer is that?”

“It doesn’t matter. Just bring it to them. Tell them it’s on the house, and maybe you’ve got a hope of actually getting a tip from them tonight.”

“You’re a lifesaver.”

“I know.”

Corinne leaned on the bar.

“Hey, John,” she said with a little giggle and batting of her eyes that went entirely ignored by the stonefaced bartender. Corinne tilted her head toward Judith.

“Hey, slowpoke. Didn’t you hear them? They need bread.”

“Yeah- yeah. I’ll get to it as soon as I get them these.”

“You know. Your laziness is why you’re starting to get doughy.”

“Shut up, Corinne!”

Luckily, by the time Judith was able to get Brenda and Eddie their bread, her favorite regulars had shown up. Jake and Alexa were tremendous people, in more ways than one. They were exactly the kind of people that Corinne hated in that they were extremely fat.

Jake was a jovial man with the big Santa style jelly belly to prove it. He was an overly round man with a spare tire that hung over his waistband like a heavy bowling ball of a gut. Everything was thick about him from his thighs and butt up to his barrel chest adorned by two large man boobs.

Alexa had an even larger chest than her husband. She was a buxom woman with a dough ball of a belly as well. She was a rotund woman with two blubbery butt cheeks and the thunder thighs to match. As she entered the restaurant, she was finishing off a large candy bar. Her large double belly was still noticeably rumbling for more.

When Corinne sat them in Judith’s section she muttered “Pigs” under her breath as she walked away.

Judith however was absolutely delighted to see them.

“Hey, guys!”

“Hey, Judy,” beamed Alexa.

“We’re already ready to order our apps,” said Jake with his chubby hands rubbing his big fat belly.

“Of course. What can I get you?”

“We’re gonna start with some mozzarella sticks and onion rings. And I thought we’d try some baked clams, what do you think, honey?”

“I thought we’d try some oysters for Valentine’s Day,” purred Alexa as she also rubbed Jake’s big belly.

“Why not both?”

“Sounds perfect.”

“Great. We’ll have an order of baked clams and an order of oysters… for Valentine’s Day.”

Judith loved serving Jake and Alexa because they always ordered a lot of food and tipped really well, but this current public display of affection and innuendo was getting to be a bit much.

“Great. Can I get you anything to drink?”

“John’s gonna hate me, but just a Bud Light for me,” laughed John, causing his jelly belly to shake.

“Don’t worry. I’ll make up for it. Just tell John to make me whatever he’s feeling like tonight. I’m sure it’ll be delicious.”

Judith took their orders, and John’s sad puppy eyes lit up at the news that he would get to use his passion fruit syrup.

Between managing the largeness of Jake and Alexa’s order and dealing with the annoyance of Brenda and Eddie, Judith hadn’t even realized that Corinne had put another woman in her section, a slim girl, pretty, someone who looked like a conservative teacher type. She was dressed in a blouse with a sleeveless sweater on top of it and wore her long hair pinned back out of her face. When Judith asked her about a drink, all she asked for was water.

By the time Judith got that water, a new woman had blown through the doors. She was dressed in leather with a pink crop top (ill timed for the weather) that revealed a bright diamond stud in her exposed navel. Her black hair was styled with a combed-over mohawk with a severe undercut. She strutted over to the much mousier woman without even waiting for Corinne to so much as point the way.

Once Judith got to the table, the woman in leather immediately ordered a Jack Daniels neat with an order of loaded cheese fries for the table.

Judith looked between the two women who couldn’t appear to be more different and had to admit it.

She was intrigued.

Judith pretended to be bussing something from an empty, unused table just so she could lean in and eavesdrop on the two seemingly mismatched customers in their meet cute.

“You’re Martha, right?” said the butch rocker chick as she leaned forward toward the mousier woman who looked like she was either a teacher or librarian and also like a deer caught in the headlights.

“Y-yes.” stuttered Martha as her head listed to the side so she could get a clear look at the goth rocker’s combat boots.

Judith could have sworn that out of the corner of her eye she watched Martha bite her lower lip, but her contemplation was broken by the sound of the place settings moving from the rocker girl slamming her hands on the table.

“Excellent. Would’ve hated to get here coming on so strong to the wrong girl, though you’d be cute either way. Knew it was you. You look just like your pictures.”

“Thanks… so do you. Sabrina, right?”

“Yeah yeah yeah. Actually, this piercing is new,” Sabrina said, sticking her face closer to Martha and pointing directly at the shiny new stud sticking out of her right nostril.

“But it’s pretty small. I wouldn’t expect you to notice that.”

Judith left Sabrina and Martha to their unimportant small talk while she went to get them their cheese fries and drinks.

As the loaded cheese fries hit the table, Judith couldn’t deny that she wanted a bite for herself, but she left that thought alone and went to grab another round of drinks for the couple.

The loaded cheese fries were smothered in brown gravy and ranch dressing and covered in cheddar and muenster cheese along with chili, and bacon with chives and a dollop of sour cream. They were a heart attack in a bowl, a fit to be a meal in and of itself, and yet here it was sitting in front of these two thin women waiting to be consumed as just the first course.

“You like the look of those cheese fries?” Sabrina said with a sly smile as her fingers rapped against the table as she waited for Martha to make the first move.

“Interesting choice for a first date,” replied Maertha with a conservatively coquettish smile of her own.

Sabrina leaned forward, and her deep sultry voice dipped lower as if she had an incredible secret.

“You know why I like to go with loaded cheese fries? It tells me a lot about a girl.”

“Oh yeah?”

“Yeah. Tells me if they’re not afraid to get messy.”

Sabrina continued to smile slyly with anticipation as Martha quietly unfolded her cutlery and set the napkin on her lap. There was a moment of hesitation as Martha looked between her fork and the greasy spectacle before her and dug in.

“Tells me they’re not afraid to eat,” Sabrina crowed as she watched Martha shove a large forkful of cheese and gravy-covered french fries into her mouth. Little bits of bacon crumbles fell to the table, and Sabrian picked them up and ate them, setting them on her tongue for Martha to see before swallowing.

“I like that in a girl,” chuckled Sabrina softly as she watched Martha take a second bite.

Martha set her fork down and gently patted the sides of her mouth with her napkin taking care of any errant gravy or ranch dressing before motioning toward the rest of the loaded cheese fries.

“Are you going to eat?”

“Of course. I don’t mind a little mess.”

Sabrina pulled off several of the still crunchy fries and shoved them into her mouth without care to the grease getting on her fingers.

“And these are fucking great,” she said as she took a second, larger handful of fries.

“They’re quite good. Yes.”

Martha gave a small nod of approval and smiled as she watched Sabrina continue to go back for more.

As the evening progressed, the abundance of loaded cheese fries was whittled down to just an empty serving vessel, and with greased stained paper lining the bottom, and both women has shared a basically equal amount with Sabrina perhaps having edged Martha out slightly.

As if to make up for that, Martha was now working her way through some well buttered bread as Sabrina polished off her second whiskey.

“This is good bread.”

“Yeah. It is,” replied Sabrina as she picked up a piece of bread to signal Martha that she was not alone in eating it.

“Crusty, but soft inside. Just the way I like it.”

Crumbs tumbled from Martha’s mouth as she winked at Sabrina.

‘

“You’re cute,” chuckled Sabrina.

‘

“Thank you.”

As Sabrina set her empty whiskey glass down, she looked over at Martha’s half empty glass of water, her second for the night.

“You don’t drink much. Do you?”

Martha shook her head.

“I don’t drink at all.”

“Not even beer?”

Martha’s face flushed, not from the question but from the answer that was teasing her tongue.

“Drinking beer gives you a beer belly,” she said with almost a whisper.

“Does it?”

The hair on Martha’s neck stood up, and her only response was a coquettish nod.

“Maybe I should try it then.”

“Maybe you should.”

“Do you dare me to?”

“Yes.”

“Say it.”

“I dare you to get a beer.”

“But what if I get a beer belly?”

For a moment, Martha’s breath caught in her throat. 

“So be it,” she finally managed to get out.

“You are a minx, a secret little minx,” Sabrina practically purred.

“And you’re getting a beer.”

“And getting you more bread.”

The two frantically signaled for Judith to take their beer and bread order. As they settled down into their next course, with Sabrina getting them a second order of regular fries this time, they chatted about a series of small things as one does. It was easy conversation that made for good snacking to pass the time before they decided to get into the serious eating. By the time they were ordering their main course, both women were sporting bloated food babies but showing no sign of slowing down.

Sabrina decided this was her time to show off.

“I’ll have a t-bone with the loaded baked potato and a side of creamed corn.”

“I’ll have the same,” replied Martha in an instant, unwilling to be shown up.

“Oh, you think you can handle keeping pace with me,” teased Sabrina.

“I like my chances.”

“I don’t think you’re ready for this. I’m gonna smoke you.”

“Unlikely. Your belly is full of beer.”

“My belly has plenty of room. Yours is full of bread,” said Sabrina as she gave her stomach a hearty pat.

“I’ll be fine,” replied Martha while patting her own.

“How do you know?”

Martha smiled with pride.

“I’m a steak and potatoes kind of girl.”

“You better be careful.”

“Or what?” Martha asked even though she already knew the answer.

“You know,” teased Sabrina.

The two could feel the heat between them. They could sense it growing just beneath their bloated bellies, and as Martha tried to reply, her breath caught in her throat and left Sabrina to finish the thought for her.

“You’ll get fat.”

“Will I?” Martha asked as she gently touched her hand to her lips in mock surprise.

“Yeah. You will.”

“I don’t think so.”

“Yeah?”

“I’ve got a great metabolism.”

Sabrina picked up one of the few remaining french fries.

“Not if you keep eating like this,” she said as she deftly snapped it in half between her teeth.

“I could say the same to you.”

“So say it,” said Sabrina as she gripped the edges of the table.

Martha’s voice dipped to a barely audible but husky whisper that forced Sabrina to lean across the table to hear it.

“You’re going to get fat.”

Sabrina practically threw herself back into her chair and nearly send herself end over end.

“I’m gonna get fat?” Sabrina loudly proclaimed now that it was her turn to engage in mock outrage.

That’s when the main courses hit the table and the two women attacked their plates with gusto, tearing into their steaks with the fury of wild animals. As they tore, and chewed, and stuffed their faces with potato, they couldn’t keep their eyes off of each other. For a while, there were no words, just relentless eating and lustful eye contact until their plates were mostly empty and both of them were left leaning back and rubbing their taut bellies.

“You’re going to get fat. You’re going to get a big fat beer belly.” Martha proclaimed as she was trying not to let Sabrina catch on to her near panting.

And then they were off to the races.

“You’re gonna get a fat ass.”

“You’re going to get thunder thighs.”

“And you’re gonna get huge fat tits.”

Martha’s fork dropped and the proceeding silence was deafening. It hung thick in the air.

“What?” asked Sabrina with her mouth open and a bit of potato still in her cheek.

“That was crass.”

“We were just-”

Martha slammed her hands on the table and pushed her chair back as if to leave at any moment.

“That was too far.”

“I mean you were talking about me getting fa-”

“But you were rude.”

“Rude?”

“Rude.”

“How was I rude?”

“Talking about my breasts.” Martha’s hand instinctively covered her modest chest.

“That’s rude?” asked with a gasp of exasperation and a raised eyebrow.

“Of course.”

“Talking about your breasts is rude, but talking about my thighs isn’t?” Sabrina sneered.

“Of course not.”

“What do you think’s between my thighs?”

“Rude! Rude!”

“Come on. Don’t lie to me. You know you were thinking about spreading my thighs when you mentioned how fat they’re gonna get.”

Martha pressed herself up from the table, struggling with her stomach bloated like a pregnant woman. It was a rather comical sight to see her food baby straining otherwise conservative sweater as she tried her best to let her indignation win the day.

“I’m done. Goodnight.”

“Done?”

Sabrina was left totally stunned for a moment. Luckily, in an uncommonly polite move for someone in her position, Martha had decided to push in her chair before storming out. This momentary delay gave Sabrina just enough time to formulate her eloquent response.

“Wait.”

“No.”

Not wanting to risk being rude and cutting Martha off from an exit, Sabrina instead chased her around the table.

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry. Please. Come on. Come on. I’m sorry. Please. Sit. Let’s… let’s have dessert?”

“Dessert?” asked with a raised eyebrow, her mind intrigued by the possibility of a delicious chocolate moose but wary of any of Sabrina’s additional intentions. Sabrina, picking up on this, raised her hands in peaceful deference.

“Just actual dessert. It’d be a shame to have all this great food and not finish with dessert.”

Martha’s tongue ran along her lower lip.

“Dessert is dangerous,” she moaned.

With a sly smile, Sabrina slinked back into her seat and gestured for Martha to join her.

Martha ran her delicate fingers along the back of her chair as her other hand pinched at her thigh.

“Yes. Yes it is. Deliciously dangerous.”

Sabrina’s feet were tapping on the floor as she gripped the edge of her seat.

“You know what they say.”

“A moment on the lips,” said Martha as she sat back down.

“A lifetime on the hips.”

“So…. dessert?” ask Martha with a smile.

“Dessert,” replied Sabrina with a wink as she went to flag down their waitress.

Judith was ecstatic. This evening was going swimmingly. Even with Brenda and Eddie up to their usual bullshit bickering back and forth, her other tables were all going very well. Jake and Alex and the mismatched lesbian couple in particular had combined to order a massive amount of very expensive food, and Judtih felt extremely confident that she was already heading toward making good money in tips tonight.

She had Jake and Alexa’s extravagant dessert order right now, and that alone was going to send their bill to a price that any vaguely reasonable percentage would make for a good tip.

The fat couple couldn’t decide on what kind of pie ala mode they would have, so they each ordered their own pie- not by the slice, but by the pie- Boston cream for him, cherry for her, and for the ala mode part, they each got their own three scoop banana split sundaes with the works. It was a precariously heavy thing, but all Judith could think about was all the money it was going to make her. 

All she needed to do was get past Brenda and Eddie’s table.

“Well just do something with you life, Eddie! Just fucking do something!”

“Fuck you, Brenda, you bitch!”

Eddie suddenly thrust himself up from the table and into Judith who was still distracted by dollar signs. His muscular frame sent her off balance just enough for the tray to finish the job. The contents of the tray shifted and so that the first half of the tray’s contents turned it into a comical catapult for the second half. This sudden shift sent Judith tumbling and what was left of the tray flying.

And everything came crashing down on-

“AHHHH!!!!” Martha screamed as she was freshly covered in ice cream and cherry pie. 

Sabrina was no better off with chocolate cream pie running down her back. And with that their date came to a rapid end capped by lots of screaming.

Judith, having landed hard on the floor, held her head in her hands. What a disastrous turn of events. She could see it all, no tips, at least one full comp and none of it her fault. And Valentine’s Day was supposed to be one of her best nights.

But still she tried to stay positive. There would still be tables, and if she ended up sticking around, she could always try for a bigger Valentine’s Day next year.