Posted by PK on November 20, 2001 at 16:58:16:
It took her most of the next day to work through her hangover. That, or a profound desire to
avoid a confrontation, prevented her from resolving her situation. She woke early and got up
feeling muzzy and confused, the events of the previous day replaying in her mind between
the normal routines of washing, dressing, eating breakfast and watching the news on the
television. She went out for groceries, blinking in the over-bright sunlight. The thought of
phoning in to work nagged at her and was ignored. She didn't want to think about it. By
midday, she felt strong enough to force herself through a half-hour of yoga and, fortified by
that, a few light calisthenics. After that, she felt better but also hungry again, she cooked
herself a light lunch and ate it watching sport on the TV. That and the usual drivel supplied by
the media kept her mind on idle for another couple of hours until her vision started to blur.
She lay down on the bed to rest her eyes.
She woke up hours later wondering what it was she had to do. She worked out what day it
was and checked the clock. It was coming close to the evening session, her usual shift,
before she got to the restaurant. She pushed through the door. The others were starting to
arrive for work, she exchanged noncommittal greetings with them. Just another day at the
office. Right. Not any more, she was getting out.
"Hey, Gina!" It was Mercy, looking obscenely cheerful. "Great night, last night, huh?" She
tugged at Gina's arm, pulling her into a confidential huddle. "I've been thinking, we should get
a book going on who gets toasted next. It's Saturday, right? Better than even somebody bites
it tonight. Well, maybe not even..."
"Mercy, I've got to go see Eddie."
"I mean, it doesn't happen every day, even weekends when it's specials, but then we hold the
stakes over till next time. Like a pool. What do you think?" Mercy stared at her, really
wanting to know. "Okay, nobody knows when it pays off, you're thinking. So maybe a side bet
on the table thing? Like Mel did last night? You're the big brain, you can help me figure it
out."
"Mercy, I've got to..."
"Okay, okay, go see Eddie. Later." She whirled away towards the locker room.
Gina wondered, on her way to the office, if it ever crossed Mercy's rudimentary mind that the
next one to get 'toasted' might be her. Did she think she was exempt, or did she just not
mind? She knocked on Eddie's door and entered on hearing a gruff, "It's open."
"Just the girl I want to see," Eddie greeted her. "I want you to meet the new girl on the team."
The girl in question was stark naked, standing in front of Eddie's desk. She turned to say a
shy "Hello." She was dark haired, lightly tanned and slender, with graceful, coltish thighs
many a woman would sacrifice her firstborn for. Along with her lithe hips and lean belly, they
framed a prominent and hairless mons veneris with visibly pink and juicy labia. Her breasts
were unbearably pert. Gina wanted to bite them, and she was straight.
Oh, yes, her face. She recognised it.
"This is Tiffany," Eddie said.
It would be, Gina thought. She even sounds like a dessert. She extended her hand to shake.
"Hello, Tiffany. I almost didn't recognise you with your clothes off."
Tiffany smiled charmingly at the hackneyed attempt at wit. "I guess I could say the same. I
mean, you with yours on."
It was the girl from table seven, the one who had stared at her with that needful look on her
face. A look, Gina now realised, of mixed admiration and envy. Oh shit, she thought, I'm a
role model. Joking aside, she really did look different with her clothes off. More comfortable,
perhaps. Unless that was just the result of being away from her family.
"She's all signed up and ready to go," Eddie told her. "Just show her around, introduce her,
you know the score. Oh, and get her a locker." He nodded at the pile of discarded clothes on
the floor. "And something to wear. Not too much." He grinned.
"Eddie, I..."
"Later, okay? Things to do. Go on, shoo."
"But..."
"Out!" Eddie exclaimed with a gruff, genial authority that brooked no resistance. Did he even
remember their conversation of last night?
Well, okay, she could show the girl around and get back to him after the rush. Gina led her
eager protege to the locker room, the girl carrying her street clothes in a bundle.
"Here we are," she said. pointedly, "The livestock pen." She pushed through the door.
The familiar musky scent of warm female bodies greeted her. Most of the others had already
changed and gone out. Melanie was sitting sprawled on a massage table supported on her
rear and elbows, legs apart, with her feet over Adrianne's shoulders. Adrianne was shaving
her, she realised. Very closely.
"Okay, okay," Melanie squealed. "I liked it, okay? Just don't take my clit off, you bitch."
"Hi guys," Gina said. "This is Tiffany. She's..." Donna's replacement? "New here."
"Hi Gina, hi Tiffany," came back in a chorus.
"Bet it's her next," Adrianne added after an appraising glance over her shoulder.
"You hope," Mel said.
"No, I'm hoping it's you. I'll order takeout." She bit Mel's inner thigh playfully, Mel yipped and
giggled.
Gina showed Tiffany to an unused locker. "Don't mind them. Leave your clothes in here, and
take something to wear from here." She indicated a rack of garments scant enough to make
a houri blush.
"Have you got one like you were wearing last night?" Tiffany entreated, eyes glowing.
Why? Gina thought. Your Daddy's rich and your Mamma's good looking. You don't have to
do this. She didn't say it. "Sure. You can have mine if you like," she said.
"Wow." Tiffany's eyes, impossibly, got even brighter. "Could I?" Gina found the scrap of cloth
and tossed it to her, she slipped it on. The shape of her nipples showed through the
weightless fabric like little rosebuds. Gina picked out some sandals for her.
Mercy crashed back into the room, stripped for work in a pair of the standard microscopic
blue bikini briefs. Her plump breasts bounced in with her, slightly ahead. "Forgot my board,"
she gasped. "Shit, who's the fresh pussy meat?"
"Tiffany," Gina said. "Tiffany, this is Mercy."
"Damn. Where'd you get her? I had my money on you, chica. Neat trick."
Gina raised an eyebrow. She held Mercy by one shoulder and stared at her chest. "Maybe I'll
bet on you. We get a party of rich frat boys, big tit men and these babies," she hefted one
juicy melon in her other hand, "will be on platter before you can turn around."
Mercy seemed neither affronted or dismayed. "Could be, I guess." She frowned, presumably
visualising it. "Shit. I always figured if I got picked I'd get roasted. Oh well, we don't get to
choose, do we?"
"Who knows? Depends how many of them there are," Gina consoled her. "About the book,
I'm not going to be.."
Charlotte strode in forcefully. "What are you still doing here?" she snapped at Mercy. To
Adrianne and Mel: "You two! Stop playing with each other, this isn't the set of a cheap porno
movie. Get dressed and get out there."
The pair sprang to their feet and dressed quickly in two halves of the same red bikini. Gina
wondered if they took turns or just grabbed at random. This time, Mel got the top.
Charlotte turned her gorgonian attention to Gina and Tiffany. The glare softened just slightly.
"Showing the new girl round, hey? Tiffany, isn't it? Good girl, but you can't do it from in here.
Come on, get undressed, you can't go out like that and time's a-wasting."
"I'm not going..." Gina started.
Charlotte ran her discerning eye over Tiffany. "That's more like it. Good outfit. Gina help you
with that?"
"Yes," Tiffany said meekly, "She's been very helpful. I'm really looking forward to working
with her."
"Excuse me," Gina said.
The Gorgon that was the personnel manager in a brusque mood turned back to her. "What?
Why are you still dressed?"
"Because I'm not..."
"Ten minutes, then out," Charlotte said. Evidently the question had been rhetorical. "Come
ON girl!" She slapped Gina's locker with one meaty hand, popping the cheap lock open.
Gina searched for the words that would get through to the woman, while her hands were
removing her own clothes as if they were no longer under her voluntary control. That's the
only explanation she could come up with for the fact that she was naked two minutes later.
"What are you going to wear?" Tiffany asked brightly.
Gina stared. She hadn't remembered putting Donna's outfit in her own locker. She reached
out for the strip of blue cloth and stepped into it. It almost covered her to from hips to crotch,
but not quite. She was a little longer in the body than Donna had been.
"Cool!" Tiffany exclaimed. "I mean, It's like you're wearing it but you're still naked."
The girl has it right, Gina thought. I might as well just tie a blue ribbon round my waist.
"Very good," was Charlotte's appraisal. "But you really should be shaved with that."
"I could change," Gina offered. She preferred to keep her pubic hair. She knew perfectly well
why the management would rather the girls shaved: it saved time when preparing an order.
Charlotte didn't press it. "No, you'll do," she said.
I really should take a course in assertiveness training, Gina mused as she escorted Tiffany to
the dining room.
"I am SO hyped," the girl bubbled.
"Try to keep it under control," Gina said dryly. "You wouldn't want to get fired on your first
day, now would you?" Another thought struck her. "Does your father know you're here?"
"No, he never knows where I am." Or cares, her tone implied.
"What happens if he comes in for a meal again?"
"Daddy? He'd probably order my ass just to teach me a lesson. He's been hoping Cody will
crap out just so he can see her waiting tables in her skin. "
Great, Gina thought. Sibling rivalry and an Electra complex, just for starters. Freud must be
creaming himself in his grave. She stopped at the double doors and stared Tiffany straight in
the face. "This isn't a game," she said. Last warning. "Nobody out there knows or cares who
you are, what you're here for, what you want, that it's your first day on the job. You're pussy
on the hoof. You could be working here for weeks, you could be walking to the kitchen in the
next half hour, leftovers by closing."
Tiffany nodded impatiently. "I know that, I ate here. You know, the chick who..." she stared at
Gina's skirt as if in belated recognition, "...wore that. Wow."
Forget it, Gina thought. The girl's on her own trip. She'll probably get herself eaten before her
Daddy even sees her. Tough. She pushed the doors open and led the way in. The place was
filling up. She sensed a hungry crowd.
"Table eight," she said, pointing. "I'll take four."
As Tiffany started out, she noticed the Japanese were back. Fun for Mel. No, they were
ordering from Ellie. Mercy was bobbing her boobs at some young guys. Probably couldn't
afford her, but who knows?
Gina didn't care, the rush had started, she was tingling. It gets into your blood, she realised, it
cuts life down to the bone. She walked calmly over to table four, letting the feeling take her
up. Middle aged suits. She felt her power over them, she was their dreams made flesh, an
edible Goddess, standing there naked, vulnerable and free. Donna's skirt, lying on the
kitchen floor, flashed across her mind's eye. She knew.
"Are you ready to order, gentlemen?"
She waited.