Continue to Work
From Create Your Own Story
You're gonna be late if you don't leave now.
A few cars are parked in front of the diner. You park yours in the back, and walk in ready to wait tables. The day goes by slowly. People come in and out. It never gets too busy, but you can't relax until your break. You pull out your phone and scroll through the internet. You don't look at anything lewed, it was more social media and news. It makes time move quickly. When your break is ending, your boss, a brash man of a donkey, stops you, "Hey, I need to ask you something." He says, and stands in front of you. "I've got no-one here when the store is closing. Can you stay late with me?" A small groan leaves your throat. Your shift is halfway over, working late is going to be exhausting. He folds his arms, intimidation. "Think it over. I'll really need you, and of course I'll pay you." He says and gets out of your way.
"FUCK!" you say to yourself. A little too loud. A waitress co-worker hears you. "Excuse me?" she says. She is a round doe, maybe late twenties early thirties. She's got an ample rear and perky breasts. She has a little disgust in her voice at her thought that you cursed at her. "No, no, it's not you. I'm just upset." You explain. "Oh, what happened?" She pries. You don't want to tell her, because you don't know her. You shrug off her question. She chuckles and says, "Talk to me if you need to. We'll grab dinner sometime." She walks away. Her ass bouncing. You imagine that ample butt with you.
You go back to work. The day goes on, afternoon, then evening. Other co-workers get off, you are also about to get off. You have nothing planned tonight. But your boss reminds of his demand. The doe is about to get off work. You could ask her out. Or you can reject them both and just go home to jack off.
