I always liked my uncle. We got on well and I spent most of my summers during high school working for him at the diner. He'd tell me stories of the old days. No, not about when he was a kid, but when his father was a kid. Back in the days of Prohibition and the Gangsters. Al Capone, Bugsy Moran, John Dillinger. Guys like that. Double breasted suits, broad brimmed hats and Tommy guns! He was a good story teller and brought the characters to life. He claimed the diner used to be a hang out for some of them. Who knows.

Even after I went off to college and then got a job I'd still stop by every once in a while, put on an apron and help out. The diner needed lots of help. Back in my grandfather's day it did pretty well serving blue plate specials to blue collar workers, but as the economy went global, the manufacturing jobs disappeared. The factories and mills closed down and fewer and fewer workers needed a good, inexpensive, wholesome lunch. So when my uncle took over the diner after Grandpa passed, it was running in the red. My uncle actually took part time work just to keep it afloat. He loved the place. He refused to sell even after real estate recovered. The urban renewal projects turned the old factories and mills into upscale apartments for the professional people who worked in the new, glass box, office buildings. He could have sold and enjoyed a nice retirement someplace warm and sunny. But, he loved the place and kept hoping business would come back. "People gotta eat!" he would say. Yeah, but the younger people who worked in the glass boxes weren't interested in old fashioned diner food served in a place that looked like an antique camper.

I wasn't surprised when my uncle left me the diner when he passed. I was the only one who kept in touch with him. I know I should face reality and sell the lot, but I really hate to do it, knowing how much it meant to my uncle. The handwritten note from him telling me he knows how much I love the place and is sure I will take good care of it made it very hard to just cash in.

So I decided to update. My theme is sort of a 1930's gangster thing and the gimmick is the diner is located in Havana. It won't cost much to change the look with some posters and potted plants. I can get some showgirl costumes for the waitresses and some gangster outfits for the waiters and busboys. But what I needed to spark the place was a hostess with some personality. A Latina with a curvy body and a big booty who knows how to use them.

I placed the ad and two days later the phone rings while they are delivering the things that look like little palm trees in pots. A sultry voice said, "Hello. About that hostess job ..."

[OK, if you are a Latina that fits the description I will be ecstatic. But it's a role play so if you want to pretend, that's good too. I will play the owner, Mike, as well as a steady stream of customers. We can make some regulars if you like. You can play the hostess and other female characters if you care to.

I only do long term role play with lots of plot and character development. I'm very flexible about style and kinks. I like a response at least every day or two but will settle for once a week if you are a fun writer. I like collaborative writing so I am happy to include your ideas, or at least discuss them. I don't ghost. If we are not clicking, no dramatics. We'll just see if we can fix it and if not say goodbye and good luck.

I pride myself on patience, so if you are looking to experiment with RP with complex plots and characters, let's talk. I'm not claiming to be an expert, but I can be a sounding board and let you experiment. Same for playing multiple characters which I do a lot.

On the other hand, if you like the general flow of my prompt but want it better defined and perhaps more focused, let's talk. I have more specific prompts and startups for this role play ready to go.]