The Dairy Queen

The New Girl

Monday came entirely too fast. My mom laughed at me when I asked her what bloomers were and where I could pick some up. She told me she was sure a pair of spandex shorts under my uniform dress would be fine. I slip on my pair of green spandex, dangerous game, these make my ass look *chef's kiss*. Well, I suppose if anyone is going to see my ass I want it to be looking good. My only white bra is a push up and the combination of that and this ridiculous top is a sight. My tits are literally bouncing out the top of this thing. I pull the dress, which my mom has informed is called a 'dirndl dress', over my head and tie the little corset strings in front. This is way, way too short. Did they give me a fucking child's size?!

"Whatever," I mutter under my breath. I brush through my hair and tie it up in a high pony. Throw a little mascara on, some light pink lip gloss, and my gold medium sized hoops. I take a quick look in the mirror and it makes me stop short. Well, damn. I don't look half bad. I throw on a pair of black Vans and head downstairs.

"Oh my God, you look so stinking cute," my mom squeals.

"Stop. Just stop." I roll my eyes, "I'll be home a little after 8." I grab my keys and run out the door.

I feel my nerves creeping up when I pull into the parking lot. The manager, Gunther, sent me the schedule and I did a thorough check to see if Damon was working, he is not, so at least I don't have to worry about him. I take a deep breath and then head in.

Gunther greets meet, "Violet! Hooray, your first day!" He puts is arm around my shoulders and ushers me behind the counter. "Violet, this is Kim, she is my shift supervisor and she will be training you today."

Kim is a bit older, early 20s maybe. She is a little taller than me and her curly mousy brown hair is pulled up in a bun. Her nose is pierced and she has thick black glasses that keep sliding down. "Hey there, nice to meet you." She waives.

After two hours, I feel like I have been hit by a tractor trailer full of information. Clocking in and out, ringing customers up, what to do with a coupon, how many scoops go in a child's size cup versus a regular size cup. What to do if the whipped cream canister clogs, what to do if the milk shake mixer explodes. Who knew so much went into scooping ice cream all summer!

Kim is great though, she is super patient and doesn't seem at all annoyed when I ask the same question for the third time, "so tell me again what goes in the Wunderbar Sundae?" Kim is also a lifesaver when she takes a look at my glazed over expression and tells me to go grab a soda and take a 15 minute break.

I grab a small cup and fill it with ice, I walk over to the soda machine and fill the cup with some Dr. Pepper and then find a table in the back corner to sit at. A couple minutes pass by as I'm scrolling through Instagram and ignoring the 10 plus snaps I have from Ella asking my if Damon is working, when someone slides next to me in the booth I'm sitting. Startled, I choke a little on my Dr. Pepper as I turn to see Damon glaring at me.

"I'm starting to think it was a bad idea to give you that shirt back." He smirks.

Uncomfortable, I cross my arms over my chest and ask, "why exactly is that?"

"I think it would have been a nice treat to see what's under there, although it does look like I get to have a little peek." I turn a very deep shade of red. He slides in closer so his thigh is touching mine, tingles shoot up and down my body, especially between my legs. He bends his mouth to my ear, "maybe next time leave the push-up bra at home." He whispers.

My jaw falls to the table and I have absolutely nothing I can say as I watch him get up and walk into the office to clock-in. What is he even doing here, he wasn't on the schedule!

I take a minute to collect myself, take a last sip of my soda. As I'm walking back to Kim I hear Gunther say to Damon, "hey thanks for coming in to cover for Kevin, if that little shit calls out one more time..."

I look at my watch, 6:15 p.m., lovely I have just under two hours to not fall to pieces around him. I'm too busy staring at Damon's backside that I don't hear Kim come up behind me, "Don't. Trust me, he is no good and he tries to sleep with every new summer hire, every year. Appreciate the view, but trust me leave it at that."

I laugh nervously nodding my head in agreement and turn my attention to the next item on our training list, making waffle cones. But my legs go weak and that tingle, which is starting to get all too familiar finds its way back between my legs when I look up to see Damon staring right at me.

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A/N We like Kim, she's a real girls girl. I always wondered if guys get that intense butterfly feeling in their tummies when they talk to someone they like, you know the roller coaster feeling? xo

Also, look up 'Dirndl Dress' and you'll immediately be transported to a German Biergarten.