The new Mike kept tight hold of the tray of food as he walked over to one of the tables in the dining area. His DD breasts were stretching his white dress shirt, but the garment was correctly tailored not to give way, Moriarty's obdedient staff had seen to that. And the smart black trousers, dress shoes, black bow tie and white jacket complmented the shirt nicely. An apron was slung over his right wrist. Apart from physical appearance, the new Mike was a carbon copy of the original Mike, who was busy picking up another order from the kitchen.
"There you go, enjoy your meal." new Mike smiled at the couple sat at the table he was at. The couple, Brandon, 35, and his blonde wife Kirsty, 33, hadn't yet been down to the laboratory yet, but they saw nothing wrong with a busty woman waiting on table, even if she was dressed in a waiter's outfit.
"Thank you so much." Kirsty smiled at their waiter, who gave a little bow before walking off. Kirsty's smile then instantly evaporated once 'Mike' had walked off back towards the kitchen, and she scowled at her husband. "I saw you staring at her tits." she grumbled quietly.
"What, can't I even look?" Brandon replied in an irritated tone.
"Not if you want to live, no!" Kirsty said in a forceful voice. It was clear who wore the pants in their relationship. Dr. Moriarty observed the couple for a moment on a hidden camera in the dining area. Brandon in his beige shirt, black slacks and loafers, and Kirsty with her modest C-cup breasts, dressed in a red low-cut blouse, a white skirt, tan pantyhose and white stiletto pumps. Moriarty penciled them in for an 'appointment' later, then switched to another camera.
Meanwhile, Mike and Mike, the two waiters, were now serving three people at the same table. They didn't know each other, and had ordered different things from the menu, but the married couple (a wealthy businessman in his 40's with a pair of big fake tits and his flat-chested trophy wife) offered to pay for the meal of the third person (a 6' 1", 14-year old Hispanic girl with a deep voice and a goatee). "Keep the change buddy." the husband said, handing over some money to the original Mike, who quickly pocketed the tip.
"Hey, I want my share of that." new Mike grumbled, following the original back towards the kitchen.
"He wasn't tipping you." Mike #1 replied.
"I'm serving that other guy, and that money paid for his meal too." Mike #2 said, referring to the Hispanic girl.
"So?" Mike #1 shrugged. "Go get your own tip." he responded.
"How about I just tell the boss instead?" new Mike threatened the original as they entered the kitchen. And so it went, while both of them continued to serve tables. Mike #2 was not about to let money slip through his slender fingers, simply because 'he' was just as money hungry as the original Mike.
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