"I'm dead... I can't even make it back to my feet." Iruka complained to herself as she dropped down over a make-up stool on the lockers and leaned her weight against the drawer in front her. "How can someone wear these things for so long and still walk as if it was nothing?" As she said so, Iruka took the heels that had been torturing her ever since she began her shift. The poor girl's legs were killing her, though when she took off the tips that she had really no other way to store other than inside her suit (as most of the other waitresses did), Iruka couldn't help but grin.
It had been a torturing experience, thanks God the rest of the staff and some of the patrons she served had been really kind to her, and so "Let's see... forty six... forty seven... forty eight five hundred and sixty? I can't believe I got so much money in a few hours."
"Ahh~ you ain't half-bad, Iruka-chan. After you get the hang of it, you'll make a killing every night." Said Evangeline (A.K.A. Eva), one of the senior waitresses that worked with Iruka as she fanned herself it a stack of bills that was about twice as large as the one Iruka was so glad about a few seconds ago. "You can't avoid the old geezers just because they are creepy, they're as good as walking ATMs. You just need to learn how to milk the cash cow."
"Indeed, Iruka-chan, you're the cuttest thing around. Stick with us tomorrow and we will show you how to make even more money." Now, was the turn of Laura, the German beauty that worked here pretty much because she found the job fun. "And if someone try anything you don't like, don't be afraid to give them a good slap. Remember them that the rules here are 'Look, don't touch'!" Laura flexed her arm, before flashing a confident grin towards Iruka, who smiled shyly in return.
"Just beware when you that, some of the old geezers really like kinky stuff like that." Eva gave a quick slap on Iruka's rear, to cheer her up.
"Gah!" Iruka almost jumped out of her stool when she felt it, however she was so spent that even the very intrusive move wasn't enough to force her up "E- Eva-san, what was that for?" Iruka's eyes darted around skittishly and her face reddened visibly.
"For you to cheer up, we're a family now, you can't go around like that." Eva pulled Iruka by the shoulders and kind of pressed the younger waitress against her weapon grade boobs.
"Mmm! Mmm!" Iruka squirmed around trying to get some air, and even then, despite Eva's gentle but brute way, Iruka didn't felt like panicking. Falling unconscious because of the lack of air was a completely different thing, however.
"Wha!?" Iruka's salvation came when someone whacked the back of Eva's head with a rolled magazine, producing a characteristic thud.
"Stop teasing the newbie, Eva. Do you want her to get scared and quit on her first night?" Said the last member of their team, the ever so wise and respected by all, Miss Yumeno, right after she finished a glass of Scotch in one go. Miss Yumeno then, refilled the glass and add some fresh ice, before placing it besides Iruka's sprawled frame. "Go on, your legs must be killing you, right? This will make you feel better."
"Bu... but," Iruka tried to tell them that she never had even a single drop of alcohol before, but her naivete and doormat tendencies won over when Laura and Eva began to 'cheer' her, after the curvy Brazilian caught the drift of Iruka's behavior.
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Moments later...
"Oh yeah, Devil Yumeno strikes again! After all your talk about not teasing the newbie, you did something way more evil." Eva commented after the all had ended changing into their casual clothing, hers being a pair of skinny jeans, white sweater and a coat that would make one feel like sweating on the middle of the Siberian winter, along with a quite sturdy pair of mountaineering boots. Over all, it really looked like the curvy Brazilian hated the cold weather.
"Indeed, look at the poor thing, she barely can stand. Though I have to give in to her, Iruka-chan has some serious guts, even if she doesn't realize it." Laura said as she closed her own locker. The German beauty was wearing a racing bodysuit, sexy, form fitting orange and red leather that hugged her curves just perfectly. She had the top unzipped all the way to her waist, thought revealing a red sweater and the hints of a skinny jeans as well.
"Indeed, most girls give up
before even wearing the cloth" Miss Yumeno spoke of their bunny suits with a solemnity that made them look like a nun's habit. To say the truth, they required about as much commitment to wear. Just as much as wearing Miss Yumeno's, a black dress and a light coat, with not even the least bit protection against the cold. Not that it was any problem, since Miss Yumeno wasn't going to have a cold night, to begin with...
"Anyway, things are going to get fun around here. See ya later, girls!" Laura picked her helmet and went to the parking lot. A minute later the powerful roar of Laura's racing bike disappearing in the distance was a proof that she had gone.
"I guess I'll go home and hit the hay as well. Night, Yumeno!" Eva was the next one, tough her exit was much less dramatic than Laura's since the redhead went home by taxi.
"In the end it's always just me, huh?" Miss Yumeno said after lighting a cigarette, and taking a deep drag. "Ha, kids these days!"
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