"I think I have a shift today...Yeah, noon to six." You have a few hours of down time before your shift starts, but Jo wouldn't mind if you showed up early. The Burnt Kettle was a pretty lax place to work. You've been wanting to get a few more hours in, and your boss is usually willing to comply. Even if she can't give you hours, she'll pay you for some odd jobs for her amusement. Things like cleaning her huge shoes or painting her nails. You prefer that compared to working with Rahale. She's cute, but so full of herself. Her voice is half decent, so she thinks she'll be the next big thing in music. From what you've heard, the only person who listens to her music is herself.
When you get to the kitchen, you see your mom eating at the table alone. She's wearing some tight sweats and a t-shirt. Her bare feet are crossed under the table. High above you, she's reading the newspaper and sipping her coffee. You walk up to her tan feet and breath deeply. She hasn't showered yet, so the thick smell of her sweat fills your nostrils. Her toes are painted a dark red. You reach out and stroke her tan skin. As always, its warm and soft to the touch. You'd love to stay at home and crawl under her sole, but if you don't show up to work you won't get paid. Which can't happen, because mom stopped giving you an allowance when you started high school. If you want to hang out with your friends, you need cash.
So you walk up to the leg of her chair and pushed the buzzer. Only her chair has a buzzer on it because it was hard to install. Plus, unlike the others, it uses batteries. With a limited power supply, you try to get people's attention through other means. But you don't see your sister around, and she's too engrossed in her paper to notice your touch.
At the sound of the buzz, she looks down at you.
"Oh, hello sweetie!" Her perfect hand reaches down and scoops you into her palm. You lay back on her soft, tan skin as she brings yo to her angelic face. She really is the most beautiful person you've ever met...
"Good morning mom."
"Did you want something for breakfast? I already finished, but I could reheat the leftovers."
"Sure, that sounds good. When I'm done, could you give me a ride to work?"
"Oh, you work today? That's my independent girl! You're going to leave me before I know it." She begins rubbing your head with her finger. You blush and try to push it away.
"Moooooooom"
"Alright, I'll stop. Let's get you that breakfast."
After eating, your mom loaded you into the cupholder of the car. The coffeeshop is only a few minute drive away from the house. Soon enough your mom left you by the front entrance.
"You're sure I can't take you to Jo?"
"Mom, I have to handle it myself. You won't be taking care of me forever."
"Don't remind me. Have a good day at work, I'll pick you up at 6." Your mom makes her way back to the car and leaves. It's only a little past 10, so you're really early. Oh well, worst case scenario you hang out with Jo until your shift started. She was an incredibly cool boss. When you walk in you can see her standing at the register while wearing a bikini top and short shorts. She's older than your mother, yet dresses sluttier than you do. Although if you call her on it, she'd take it as a complement. You once pointed out that her ass was more naked than covered, she just slapped her cheek and said "yeah, but you're still the one staring at it!" She was funny like that. Not to mention the only way to get fired from this place is to personally piss her off. She smokes weed with Rahale sometimes and even offers to buy you alcohol. You always turn her down though. If your mom drives you home, then you couldn't exactly hide it.
She wasn't really moving from her spot, so you walked up to the counter while avoiding the customers above you. Her feet are dirty and bare, the yellow nail polish beginning to ship off. You hate it when things get to this point. When it comes to feet, they should either be pampered and pedicured with colorful polish, or dirty, sweaty, and unpainted. The time zone where the polish fades away piece by piece is unsightly. Although, it somewhat works for Jo. You walk up to her sweaty toe and kick as hard as you can. It doesn't work very well, so you resort to your usual method. You lick your lips and lunge forward, mouth open. The salty taste of dirt and sweat flows across your tongue as you bite down as hard as you can.
"Ow. I either need to hire an exterminator or someone came to work early." You pull away fast and look up just as Jo shifts herself. Her breasts and belly are too big for her to see her feet if she looks straight down, so she has to lean forward to see. That's why you can safely bite her toes and say you just kicked. You get noticed and get to taste her feet. A win-win. Her hands roughly grabs you off the floor and placed you on the counter. A yellow toothed smile appears when she sees you.
"Ah good, it's you. Exterminators are expensive. If its only you I can just squash you..."
"Very funny, boss lady."
"No, I mean it. You're an hour and a half early. How am I supposed to afford that many hours in payroll?"
"Seriously, can I start now? I'd even do one of your odd jobs right about now. I'm trying to buy some new summer clothes."
"Now there's an idea. Maybe I can earn little extra if I raffle off a bikini clad doll girl..."
"Jo."
"Calm down, you know I'm kidding. Now then..."
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