Jenny's day had just started, and already she felt over worked. Less than an hour into her shift, and already the new girl was messing things up and customers were starting to come in. "Why couldn't they have chosen somewhere else?" She thinks to herself, as she watches a new group of people enter and be seated in her area. A group of five, all women of various appearance, laughing with each other. A blonde who wore a tube top shirt, which showed her midriff, and how big her bosom was. A short woman with black hair and tight workwear dress to match. A brown haired girl with glasses, wearing a sleeveless v neck hanging by two black strings, which she obviously had a lot of faith in to hold her notably large chest. Another blonde with a tight, almost shiny red shirt that let her stomach show and tight jeans, almost gloating about how big her ass was. Lastly, a tall slender woman wearing appeared to be a black fishnet crop top that connected the the collar around her neck, black yoga pants with a single purple stripe up the side of them which conformed to her legs shape. Certainly they were a noteworthy cast of characters.
Something caught her attention and out of the corner of her eye she saw as the new girl, Stella, walked back to the line cook window and taking a small handful of fries from a freshly finished order and popped them into her mouth. Blathering to no one in particular, as she dropped a few more into her mouth. The girl was an air head, totally clueless. It was a wonder she ever managed to get hired, always needing to help her with simple things was always such a pain. Though, you really didn't have to wonder too much as she did have a shapely posterior that jiggled in just the right way whenever she strut her way wherever. The tight blue jeans merely flaunting the size of her ass...
Their chatter continuing with Sadie Splathers the line cook with the worst case of butterfingers. Everyday, sometimes even twice a day, something gets dropped. Clank, clatter and crash are all too common sounds from the kitchen since she started. She was on the cusp of being fired, not only for being unable to go a day without dropping a freshly cooked entrée onto the floor, or over cooking something she forgot about, but also she couldn't keep herself from talking to Stella whenever she had the chance instead of actually cooking. It was the worst combination to start her day, and she knew it.
There was no way Jenny was making it through the day without having at least one girl getting slurped up, sucked down and devoured by her dick. It would be impossible with those two incompetent, hopeless coworkers. Ugh! Maybe she was just tired, maybe she should just wait the tables, maybe she should help Stella find out what the inside of her balls was like, maybe she could help Sadie splathers become Sadie Splattered down the drain or on the walls like a cum-stain. Maybe she would...
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