How May I Serve You? My Uncontrollable Change From Successful Businesswoman To Low-Paid Waitress free porn video
How May I Serve You?
My Uncontrollable Change from Successful Businesswoman to Low-Paid
Waitress
By Rachel Rose Parker
Hi there! This is my first ever TG story and I'm delighted to get to
share it with you! I'm putting it up here in parts, but if you like what
you read, you can get the rest of it right away on Amazon. This first
part is mainly setup, but the story kicks into high gear quickly in the
following chapters! Any advice or feedback is massively appreciated!
Thanks and enjoy!
Chapter 1
"Jesus, can't they hurry up already?" I pouted impatiently. My friends,
Shane and Cassie, and I were waiting in line for a seat in a bright and
gaudy 50s-themed restaurant in the middle of the shopping mall and my
feet were killing me. If I'd known we'd have to wait so long I would have
brought flats with me.
"Ah take it easy, Jess. We'll be sitting in no time," chirped Shane. He
was always an optimist. I guess some people think that's a virtue. I
think it makes him seem like a rube.
I normally had lunch at my desk in the letting agents. I was quite a big
deal in the place, closing almost double the sales of the next agent, but
it's not like I didn't have to work hard for that. I didn't really have
time to be going out with friends, but they had convinced me, saying I
could show them my new car that I just bought. It was my new pride and
joy that I decided I deserved after a particularly successful month of
sales.
"Hi, folks. Welcome to Bobby-Joe's. We have a table ready for you now."
The young waitress grabbed menus as she came to lead us. She couldn't
have been more than 25. Not much younger than me. She was in a white and
pink pin-striped 50s style diner-waitress dress with white apron and
matching pointed hat covering her tied-back hair. Even from a distance,
she gave off a smell of burgers and fries, no doubt from working here too
long. I tried not to breathe through my nose.
"Finally." I couldn't help myself. It drove me mental to have to wait so
long. And it wasn't like this was going to be a nice meal. It was Shane's
choice, and he chose diner food.
"I'm sorry for the wait. We're really busy today."
I eyed up her nametag, which was a large plastic rocket pined to her
chest with 'Susie' handwritten on. I always hated nametags. People should
have to earn the privilege to know your name, not be automatically given
it. I couldn't imagine wearing something so gaudy.
"Well, Susie, maybe you guys should hire more staff in. I wouldn't be
shocked if people walk away when they have to wait so long."
"Ignore her. She woke up on the wrong side of the shopping spree this
morning," Shane joked. I hated when he did things like that. This girl
needs to know that it's not ok to have paying customers wait so long.
"I'm really sorry again, guys. Just follow me and I'll have you sorted in
no time," she smiled. I could sense her disgust for me behind the teeth.
Sorry, hun, but I don't put up with subpar service. Wait till you see the
tip I'm going to leave. Or lack of.
She led us through the restaurant. It was designed in white and red to
resemble a diner you'd imagine teddy boys and the pink ladies eating in,
complete with faux-leather booths, stools at the counter, and jukeboxes.
How tacky.
Why did my friends want to come here so much? I swear they did things
like this to work me up.
Susie sat us in a booth by the wall, where we could see right in to the
open plan kitchen and watch the chefs busy over the deep fat fryers and
the other waitresses in matching pinstripe outfits dashing around with
orders and plates of fries.
Susie left to join them, placing the menus on the table. I scanned the
seat to make sure it was safe for me to sit my slacks in. This suit was
expensive. I didn't want to be sitting on someone's ketchup or something.
Once she was out of earshot, I turned to the others.
"Jesus, how mortifying was that?"
"Come on, Jess. The girl's just doing her job. We all had to do some
crappy things back in the day," Cassie interjected. Shane and her were so
similar sometimes. I always wondered why they didn't just drop the
pretence and start screwing.
"I don't care. If I have to be dragged her by you guys on my lunchbreak
from the office, then I expect to be looked after. I mean, she's a
waitress. Not a slowstress."
"There's no need to be mean about it." Shane seemed so concerned for the
girl. He always knew how to guilt me.
I cast my eyes down the table, trying to ignore his righteous gaze. In
between the plastic mustard and ketchup dispensers was a small green
crystal cube. I picked it up and started fiddling with it. Hopefully
Shane would think this had taken my attention and he hadn't succeeded in
shaming me. I wasn't going to take it lying down.
"What is up with you? I'm sure she gets hassle all the time. She's not
going to care if I'm not happy with her."
"She's working her ass off and you were just so rude."
"Me? Rude? I'll tell you rude; being left standing and waiting for so
long. It's so- Wait a sec," my phone buzzed. "It's a text from work. One
sec."
The crystal cube clacked against my phone as I tended to business. I
could sense Shane and Cassie looking between each other and judging me,
but what could I do? I worked in a popular letting agency and the place
could barely function without me, even if I was just taking a long lunch.
I put my phone down and continued fiddling with the cube.
"Do you think my car is ok out in that carpark? Some of the people around
here look a bit... shady."
"Shady? This is one of the biggest malls around. I'm sure they have great
security," Shane said.
"I hope so. I only got that baby a couple of weeks ago, and I don't know
if you guys noticed, but it has a lovely custom paintwork finish. I love
details like that."
"Yeah, you told us." I could smell the sarcasm off Cassie.
"No need to get snippy with me because my job affords me a nice car and
nice apartment along the canal. I'm sure you guys are very fulfilled with
your carer work. I completely think it's noble what you guys do." That
wasn't a total lie. I admired them doing such crappy work as changing old
folks' underwear or making sure they took their meds or whatever they did
in that old folks home. It meant someone like me didn't have to do it.
"You can be so stuck up sometimes, Jess," Cassie snapped. "There's more
to life than nice things and high-paying jobs. What Shane and I do
matters to so many people and their families. And what this waitress does
probably helps support her going to college or following a dream project
like writing a novel or something."
"Ugh. Cry me a river." My phone buzzed again. I was an expert at
multitasking, so didn't even stop for a beat. "I started off as an intern
with my company while I was still in college. By the time I graduated,
I'd moved up so far I was already earning nearly twice the national
average for my age. Whatever way you want to cut it, success is success,
and waitressing is... Well, not."
"Your parents paid for you through college, didn't they?" Dammit, Shane.
You always remembered everything.
"So? That was an investment in me. And even if they hadn't supported me,
I would still be where I am. Which currently is sitting in a shitty
diner, waiting on a waitress. Ironic, huh? Where the hell is she? I
swear, I don't know how she has a job."
"I'd like to see you do any better," Cassie dryly said. How insulting of
her. Of course I could do better. I was a skilled and talented young
woman. I could excel at anything I tried.
"Do better? Are you kidding? I could run circles around these people."
"I'm not so sure. You've never done an honest day's work in your life."
"What?! Cassie! How dare you! I wish I could show you just how hard I can
work!"
With those words, the cube I'd been playing with turned from green to a
glowing red. It burned my hands and I dropped it to the table.
"Ow!" I exclaimed, as it clacked down in front of me. A bright red light
filled my vision.
When it died down, I had to blink to try clear my eyes. Suddenly, I
wasn't in my seat. I was standing in front of it, looking down on Shane
and Cassie.
"Did you get all that?" Shane asked.
It took me a moment to place myself. I stood open-mouthed as I looked
down at the notepad in my hand, and past that, my 50s-themed, striped
waitress uniform.
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