Hayley Marie Coppin has always loved a little role play, and today she is fully committed to the part: long blonde hair sleek and straight, dressed in a crisp black uniform with a white Peter Pan collar, a delicate white lace apron tied at the waist over sheer black tights and polished heels. She moves through the bright, high-ceilinged room with its tall arched windows and round café table set with pretty teacups, every inch the attentive, impossibly gorgeous waitress, ready to take your order with a smile that promises the menu goes far beyond anything printed on paper. What can she get you? The answer, it turns out, is absolutely everything.
It does not take long for the apron strings to come undone, and from there the rest of the uniform follows with unhurried, delicious inevitability. The black top peels away from that spectacular figure, the tights slide down those long, toned legs, and Hayley stretches out across the table with her teacups still steaming nearby and not a stitch left to her name, wearing nothing but the most satisfied expression you have ever seen on a waitress. Service has never been so exceptional, and the tip, it is fair to say, will be absolutely enormous.