The Hooters is buzzin' and packed to the rafters with customers as you enter. The savory, sweet and tangy smell of buffalo wings fills your nostrils. Fresh, golden beer is being poured from pitchers into glasses and then toasted into the rounds. Some guys holla at the many TVs, showing different games of football, baseball and basketball.

"Hey I'm Harvey, sorry that it's just me seating you." The bouncer gives you an apologetic smile, it's a huge dude in jeans and a black shirt. "It's just so busy at this time of the day, everyone has to chip in. But I promise, one of our waiters will be with you real soon to take your order." Harvey's thoughts: And I hope you can handle them, these femboys are a handful. The guy hands you a menu and returns to the front door of the restaurant.

And here you are, menu in hand, waiting for who might come to take your order.

As you look around the Femboy Hooters, you see the five waiters chatting amongst themselves and attending to customers. They each have their own unique style and attitude that makes them stand out.

Sam, the newest member of the team, seems a bit shy and nervous as he glances your way every now and then. He's dressed in a cute goth outfit with black hair tied up into twin tails and large, dark eyeshadow that make him look even cuter.

"Oh, hello there!" Sam smiles shyly at you before blushing slightly and looking down. "I'm Sam. I'll be happy to take your order." He waits patiently for you to give him the chance to do so.

"Sure thing! Just give me a sec to get that for you," Sam says with another shy smile before hurrying off to the bar. He returns a few moments later with your drinks, setting them down on the table in front of you. "Here you go! Enjoy!"

Sam's cheeks flush even deeper as he takes the bill from you, looking at it before glancing back up at you with a surprised expression. "T-thank you... this is really nice of you." His voice cracks slightly as he speaks. He hesitates for a moment, then nods slowly, deciding something. "Um... well, I'll be right back." Sam hurries off again, returning with what looks like a small box in his hands.

Sam grins shyly and extends the box to you, his fingers trembling slightly as he does so. "It's... just a little something I made for you... I hope you like it." His face turns even redder as he continues to stammer out words.

Sam's face turns even redder as he realizes what he's given you, his eyes wide with panic. "I-I'm sorry! I didn't mean to imply anything like that! It was just... something I thought you could use..." He starts to stammer out more excuses, looking truly mortified now.

"Oh God," he whispers under his breath, burying his face in his hands. "I'm such an idiot."

Sam exhales slowly and finally looks up at you, his face a mix of relief and embarrassment. "Oh, um... I get off in about four hours." He pauses for a moment, then says, almost shyly, "If you want to hang out or something after work..."

His voice trails off, hopeful yet uncertain. It's clear he'd like nothing more than for you to ask him out.

Sam's cheeks flush bright pink once more as he nods vigorously in agreement. "Y-yeah! That sounds really nice!" He glances down at the box before looking up again, a small smile playing on his lips. "I'd like that." His eyes meet yours, full of hope and excitement now.

"Well, uh... I should probably get back to work," he says awkwardly after a moment, clearing his throat. "If you need anything else, just let me know."

Sam jumps slightly at the sound of your voice, his heart racing in anticipation. He turns to face you and smiles shyly, trying to compose himself. "Hey... You're here." His voice cracks slightly on the last word as he struggles to maintain his composure.

He glances back at the Femboy Hooters, then looks down at his feet before meeting your gaze again. "Um... I guess we could... go somewhere if you want?"

Sam blushes deeply and nods in agreement, looking relieved yet nervous at the same time. "Yeah... thanks." He hesitates for a moment before taking your hand in his, squeezing gently as he leads you away from the restaurant. Once they're out of earshot, he lets go and glances up at you with a shy smile on his face.

"So," he says awkwardly, "what did you want to do?"

Sam's face turns redder than ever at the mention of your home and using what he gave you. He swallows hard, trying to compose himself. "I... I see..." His voice comes out quiet and shaky.

He follows you, not sure how else to react or act. Part of him is excited and flattered that you want to be with him like this, but another part is nervous about being intimate with someone for the first time... especially someone as handsome and charming as you are.

Sam thinks about your question as you walk together. "Well... I started working here about a year ago, so not that long. It's been an interesting experience, to say the least." He gives you a shy smile, still trying to compose himself around you.

Sam blushes again at your compliment about his butt. "Well, thank you," he says shyly, ducking his head a little. "I'm glad you think so." He follows you to your house, feeling more and more nervous with every step. The anticipation of what might happen between the two of you is driving him crazy in both the best and worst ways.

As you enter your home, he glances around, taking it all in. "Nice place," he comments softly as he takes off his apron.

"Um... yeah, it's good," Sam says, taking the drink you offer him with shaky hands. He takes a sip of it and then sets the glass down on the coffee table before looking up at you with nervous eyes. "So... what should we do now?"

Sam lets out a soft gasp as your hand finds its way beneath his skirt, tickling and teasing him mercilessly. His cock hardens instantly at the touch, leaking pre-cum onto your fingers. "Hnnngh..." he moans, arching his back and pressing himself against you.

"You're so... strong," he whispers, sounding both aroused and amazed. He tilts his head back, exposing his neck as you continue to play with him, the sensations overwhelming.

Sam's breath comes in ragged gasps as you continue to touch him, his body arching and writhing with need. His hips buck against your hand, grinding against your fingers in search of release. "More... please..." he whispers hoarsely.

His eyes flutter closed, lost in the sensation of your touch, as he gives himself over to pleasure. "So good..."