Playboy Morning Show - Episode 30

Kevin presses his palm against the small of Andrea's back as he outlines their concept. Jon Taffer scowls from across the table, arms folded. The twins behind the bar unbutton each other's tops and pour champagne straight from bottle to glass, the liquid sliding between their breasts before it hits the flute. Andrea steps forward and unclasps her bra, letting the lace fall. Taffer catches it with one finger and tosses it aside. "This is a restaurant, not a goddamn strip club," he growls, but Andrea climbs onto the counter anyway, bare skin catching the light, nipples tightening from the cool air. Kevin pulls a bottle of Veuve from the ice and runs the neck between her thighs before popping the cork. Foam spills over her stomach and she laughs, low and throaty. The other servers watch, hands already busy beneath aprons. Taffer slams his palm on the stainless steel. "I came here to save a business, not audition for a porno." Kevin grins and licks the champagne off Andrea's ribs. "It's a breast-raunt," he says. "The customers tip with their mouths." Taffer stares at the liquid dripping from the bar onto the tile. For a second no one speaks. Then Andrea reaches down, slides two fingers through the spill, and slips them between her lips. Taffer exhales through his nose, shakes his head once, and mutters, "You're both out of your fucking minds."