How May I Serve You? My Uncontrollable Change From Successful Businesswoman To Low-Paid Waitress Chapters 4 And 5 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 story on FM 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. Any advice or
feedback is massively appreciated (the stuff so far has been really
beneficial for the future)! People weren't mad on the length of each
part, so I'm going to try publishing 2 chapters together and we can see
how that goes! Thanks and enjoy!
Recap: She can't control herself. Previously a successful and arrogant
realtor, Jessie finds herself magically transformed into a waitress in a
50s-themed diner and unable to be anything but the perfect employee.
Chapter 4
I had an idea.
Maybe the guys didn't remember me because they were with me when this
craziness started happening, but maybe it was all isolated to Bobby
Joe's. Only one way to find out; call my office.
I reached into the pocket on the front of my apron. I hadn't even thought
of what was in there. My hand rattled some loose change (tips I had been
given that day, no doubt), my notepad, a couple of pens, and- Ah, there
it is; my phone.
I pulled it out. I always had the most up to date smartphones. I lived my
life online. But what came out of my apron pocket was more like finding a
relic at an archaeological dig. It was an old flip phone with a green
screen and big block letters on it. Something told me this thing didn't
get 4G. Of course it didn't. I had a nicer phone that was a Christmas
present, but it was nicked off me on a night out and I couldn't afford to
get a new one so I used my old one. I preferred it in a lot of ways,
mainly because I spent less on credit since I didn't have any internet on
it.
No! Jesus, Jess. That's not true! But it felt right. Like this is how it
is and always had been. I'd better hurry and get out of all this...
I went to dial my workplace and paused. What was the number?
I had known it off by heart and given it to clients so many times, but
now I was drawing a blank.
I just stared, struggling. It was like someone had given me a newspaper
article but cut out important words from it.
As I decided what to do, a hand reached over and grabbed my phone from
me.
"I've told you a million times; not on the work floor." Jeff gave me a
stern look. I sheepishly looked away. Why couldn't I stand up to him?!
"I'm holding on to this until the end of your shift, ok? You've enough
work out there to keep you busy. The phone will just distract you".
"I'm sorry, Jeff. I really am."
He sighed. "I know you are. Just don't let it happen again, ok?"
"Ok."
He walked off. I let a sigh of relief. I really was scared of annoying
him. He was my boss, and every fibre of me knew it. As bad as things were
right now, he could make it so much worse by canning me. And I really
didn't want that to happen.
But now, how could I get my works number... That's it; a phone book!
I reached under the counter by the work phone, knowing I'd find the dog-
eared Yellow Pages. I plonked it down and opened it to the letting
agencies. There it was! Horizons Lettings!
I grabbed the work phone and dialled. I backed against the shelves to try
make myself small so Jeff wouldn't be able to see me on another phone
right away. I twirled the cable from the phone as it rang on the other
end.
"Hello, Horizon Lettings. Linda speaking. How many I help you?"
Oh thank God! I knew Linda well. We'd started in the business together.
"Hi, Linda. It's Jessie- Eh, Jess."
"And how may I help you today, Jess?"
"I just wanted to see if you guys were missing me there or anything?"
"Missing you? Do you have an appointment with us, ma'am?"
Oh no... She didn't know who I was. She thought I was just a client
calling. This couldn't be. Maybe if I got patched through to my own
office, someone might know what's going on.
"No, no appointment. But I was hoping you could patch me through to the
sales supervisor please?"
"One moment, please."
With that, hold music kicked in. I'd never heard it before, since I
usually knew all the phone extensions I'd need. Usually.
The phone kept ringing, and I wondered what I would do if no one
answered. A part of me hoped no one would, because maybe that was because
I wasn't at my desk because I was here, and I could just leave the
restaurant and get back to the office and everything would go back to
normal. First, I'd have to get out of this stupid outfit. It was so
humiliating to look like a walking candy cane with embarrassing hat. It
would all be over soon. It would-
"Hello?"
Dammit.
"Uh... Hi..." I stammered. It was vaguely familiar, but I couldn't place
the voice in the office. Then again, I was suddenly having problems
remembering anyone from there.
"You're through to sales. This is Susanne. How may I help you?"
That name... Susanne... It clicked. Susanne was Susie; the waitress who
had been looking after us before my... change.
"Susie?"
"Em, I prefer if you'd call me Susanne, please. And with whom am I
speaking?"
Oh, God. We'd switched careers. Whatever had happened had put me in her
job and her in mine. But I was still me, and she was still her, so that
meant that we hadn't straight up switched places. No, our lives had
changed so this was my reality, and always had been.
"Hello? Are you still there?"
"Oh, sorry. I, eh... I'm calling from work. I have to get back. It's
really busy here. Sorry to bother you." I could hear her saying it was ok
as I hung up. I just stared. I couldn't believe it. That bitch had my
life. It just wasn't fair. I know I hadn't been nice to her, but I didn't
deserve this. I'd learned my lesson. I just wanted to be out of this ugly
uniform and back in my old life.
"Are you kidding me right now?" Jeff was looking right at me from
opposite the counter. "People are starting to complain and you're just
standing there? Hurry up and get those orders over to them."
Dammit, the customers! How long had I left them? This just wasn't like
me. Wait, no. It wasn't like me because this wasn't my life. But it was
looking more and more now like it was.
"Oh my God, I'm so sorry. It was an emergency. I'll get the food right to
them, and I won't cause you any more problems, I swear."
"Just see to it you don't, Jessie. You're really pushing it today."
This couldn't be going any worse.
"You can make up for it by doing the rubbish bag clean-up later."
Damn it.
Chapter 5
I didn't want to, but I did my job. The 'new me' job. I carried trays of
food to people as if I had done it for years, and a part of me felt like
I actually had. I scribbled orders on my note pad and shoved it into my
little white apron. Using a cloth, I wiped down tables before grabbing
some menus and seating more customers. I smiled, even though it hurt my
cheeks. I couldn't help myself. I guess it worked, because the more I
smiled, and if I left a cute drawing on the bill, people would leave me
nicer tips. Those few coins really gave me a sense of worth, like my
outward efforts were being appreciated.
In the very brief moments I wasn't running between tables, the till, and
the kitchen, I watched Shane and Cassie on their date. They looked so
happy. They held hands, laughed, and drank from the same milkshake with
two straws. I would normally make a joke about how sickening it was, but
a massive part of me suddenly longed for that kind of emotional
connection. I got the feeling I might be kind of lonely in my new life.
After about an hour, they got up and left, walking out hand-in-hand.
Shane gave me a discreet nod while Cassie gave a passive smile. They
didn't know me, they didn't care. They were a couple in love and ready to
leave the slow waitress behind to be a faded memory.
I wanted to follow them out, but I couldn't bring myself to. It was busy
and I didn't want to let the girls down. Even though this was the first
time in my life that I'd met any of them, I knew we all had history and
in-jokes and shared secrets. The job was tough, but because we were all
in it together, it was somehow more manageable. I never had that in my
old life.
I'd have to remember to bring a bit of this feeling back with me, when I
figured out how to get back to my real life.
The day wore on and I got more and more tired. Some of the girls slipped
out for a smoke as an excuse to take five minutes off the floor, but I
couldn't follow them. I didn't have any cigarettes. I couldn't afford
them! Something told me there were some shocks in store for me with this
life. It seemed that I was learning (or re-remembering?) things about the
new ways when I encountered them, like knowing about the job by being in
the restaurant, or knowing about my tight finances by thinking about what
I could afford with the tips I was getting. The scary part was that my
old life was fading like a dream after waking up. The even scarier part
was how ok I was with that. I had to keep reminding myself that this was
not me.
I caught my reflection in the mirror. You could see the day wearing on my
face. Bits of my tied back hair had come loose at the sides and stuck out
from the sides of my cap. I looked dishevelled and tired. A foul odour
caught my attention. It was a stale French fry smell, far too familiar.
It was the same one I had mocked Susie for earlier. I lifted the breast
of my dress to my nose and realised the smell was coming from me. It made
sense. I was around the fried food at least eight hours a day. I bet my
apartment smelled of it too. My apartment... That was going to be fun to
go back to see. I took a deep breath, pushed my hair back under the cap,
and continued on.
A kid knocked her milkshake onto the floor, making a mess. I found myself
smiling and cooing at the little girl. She couldn't have been more than
seven years old and looked on the verge of tears from the shock of
dropping it, and all I wanted to do was make sure she knew it was ok.
"I'm so sorry about that, miss. She just wasn't being careful," her
mother apologised.
"Oh no, that's ok. No use crying over spilt milk, eh?" did I really just
say that? How embarrassing. But I wiped up the milkshake, getting it over
my hands, making them sticky. I wiped them on my apron, trying to clean
them.
"Thank you, lady," the girl said. How adorable.
Not everyone was so charming. A group of young men in suits, bankers, if
I had to guess, spent their entire time undressing me with their eyes and
making lewd comments. They stared down my cleavage as I handed out their
drinks and watched my ass as I headed back to the till. I tried to get
one of the girls to switch with me, but no luck. It only got more
obnoxious when I brought their food.
"Yo, wench..." Hilarious, guys. "... I said no cheese on this burger. I
can't eat this." He very definitely said no such thing. I had been
getting some things wrong, but that would have been a pretty memorable
request.
"I'm sorry, sir. There must have been some mix up. I'll have the kitchen
make up a fresh burger with no cheese right away," I stewed inside,
trying to appease this jerks. But they were the customer, and my role was
to satisfy them.
I turned to fix the order, and to get away from them.
"Just do me a favour and make sure there are toasty buns!" he chortled as
he slapped my ass.
I jumped and let out a high pitched squeak. I stood for a moment, not
knowing what to do. The three guys started laughing among themselves. I
looked at him, exhausted desperation in my eyes.
"It's ok, sexy. I'm not planning on marrying you or anything," his
friends laughed at his balls.
I turned and hurried off, holding back tears of embarrassment. Some
people had seen him slap my ass, and awkwardly stared, not knowing what
to do. I couldn't blame them. I didn't know either.
I asked the cook to make up a new burger without cheese, but made sure to
add in a 'special' ingredient for it. He nodded and readied a loogie. It
was a petty revenge, but revenge nonetheless.
Watching him eat the new burger, I could almost hear the cook's saliva
drip every time he bit into the burger. I would have felt sorry, but the
guys continued being loud and obnoxious, and once they had left and I was
cleaning up their substantial mess, I gathered up the measly seventy-five
cent tip between them that they had left. Jerks.
The place began to quiet down and my section became quiet. I bussed dirty
dishes into a large plastic basin and brought them to the back kitchen to
be washed. I made sure the condiments were appropriately dispersed among
the tables. I poured half-filled ketchup bottles into other half-filled
ketchup bottles to make one whole bottle. This was not glamour.
The material of my uniform had begun to irritate me as it rubbed against
my greasy skin. I had started the day looking presentable, but was
looking more and more dishevelled as my apron was looser and my hair
poked out more. It was getting nearer the end of my shift and I didn't
care. I just needed to make it a bit longer and I could call it quits.
Jeff gave me the order to do rubbish bag clean-up. I grabbed a bin bag
and a litter grabber and made my way outside the restaurant and into the
mall. My task was to pick up any stray litter from the restaurant and
dispose of it, so it didn't look like Bobby Joe's made a mess.
I picked up a few empty takeaway bags and put them into my sack. I put
the grabber around a discarded milkshake only to have it split open to
spill the remaining half-filled contents across the mall floor. Gross.
I got on my knees and took a cloth that I tucked in the side of my apron
out to start wiping it.
"Oh my god, Jessie? Is that you?"
I knew that voice and immediately felt my cheeks go hot. I turned and
looked up to see some faces I hadn't seen in a long time.
The two women were Jane and Laura, girls I had gone to school with. They
were BFFs and you'd never see one without the other. We had held up the
pretence of friendship, but had a massive rivalry. I had caught them on
the odd night out and had made sure to brag about how well I had been
doing in my job at the letting agency and just how lovely the view of the
canal was from my luxury apartment. Those times, they had skulked away
while I gloated. I knew this time was going to be different.
I knew that with the changes, my gloating hadn't happened, and we hadn't
seen each other in a while, but still had our rivalry. And here I was,
flustered and scruffy, kneeling on the hard mall floor, bin bag beside me
while I wiped up spilt milkshake.
"It IS you! I told you it was her, Laura." They exchanged a smug smirk
between themselves.
I stood up, tucking the cloth into the strings of my apron.
"Hi, Jane. Hi, Laura. It's been awhile. How are you both?" Why did I ask
that? I knew I wasn't going to like the answer.
"Oh, we're good. Just doing a celebratory shopping spree. My boyfriend,
Dave, proposed to me and we are going to move in to a place in the city
centre, so we need to make sure we have some lovely things for our new
setup. You know how it is," boasted Jane.
"Yeah... Sure..."
"And I'm getting set to head on another work trip," Laura overtly rolled
her head, selling her humble brag. "I'm a travel writer now, did you
know? I've a column and am working on my first book."
"That's... That's really great."
"And what about you, Jessie? What are you up to?" Jane finally asked. She
was all too ready for my answer.
"Oh, not much. I started a Fine Art degree a couple of years back, but
dropped out after the first semester," I told them, surprising myself. I
didn't know any of this before right now. I kind of didn't want to know
any more. "I'm living in a small apartment on the East side. It's not
much and it's a bit of a rough area, but I guess it's nice to be out of
home. Otherwise, I've really just been working here at Bobby Joe's."
"Oh! You work here?!" Laura beamed. She was just trying to push my
buttons, and she was succeeding. My cheeks must have been bright red by
now.
"Sure look at what she's wearing, Laura. Of course she works here. And
your uniform and hat are so cute. I love the frumpy look," I straightened
out my dress. It wasn't that frumpy... "Oh my gosh, is that a little
heart on your name tag? I love it!"
Jane reached over and pulled my nametag towards her to get a better look.
I straightened it back up once she let go. I had never felt so exposed
and vulnerable. I had never seemed so pathetic compared to these two.
"Well, listen, it was good to see you, but we really have to hurry. We
are going out with our fellas tonight for dinner and clubbing. You know
how it is. And I'm sure you have to wipe down some tables or something
before you fold your apron away".
This was agony for me, and I couldn't bring myself to say anything
against her. I had nothing. I was unusually timid, just like I had been
with Jeff, as if I was one wrong word away from destroying everything. As
bad as this was, what she said next made me want to crawl into a hole and
die;
"We will have to stop in for a bite sometime. You can be our waitress!"
Bitches.
Mei
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