Wanted For Pleasure

Chapter Six: the blonde bombshell

"If your purpose is to liberate yourself and others into love and freedom, then you should do whatever magnifies the love and freedom in your life and in the lives of whom your actions affect."

Morgan Ann Bennett

"Still no fajitas?" I gave the head cook, Daryl, a hard time at work.

He laughed at me leaned over with my chin on top of my crossed arms that held up the counter. I was just admiring their work, the food at Kitty's was actually amazing. People raved about the seafood nachos, the chicken quesadillas, and anything with Daryl's fried chicken. The chicken his specialty, but these people act like they never had it with seasoning before. No, but it is really good.

"Talk to your man, he took them off the menu," he let me know.

Ugh, Kyle. Is he even my man anymore, I asked in my head. We hadn't talked in a couple days since he left my house after our so-called movie night.

Well he certainly is gonna get the cold shoulder if he really is the reason I no longer have those chicken fajitas!

"Morgan," my co-worker, Ella, called my name from behind me.

I turned to see her in a bright pink cropped tank top and fish nets.

"We just got our new shirts in. Here," she told me, handing one over in a size small.

It ended up being super stretchy but when I put the shirt to my body at first, I feared it wouldn't fit over my girls.

When I stepped out of the office, she eyed me.

"Your tits are perfect," she complimented me in the matching top.

I laughed. "What was wrong with our old shirts?"

"Nothing, these just look better. I got so many tips yesterday, if you know what I mean."

"Hm," I sounded.

This is getting more like Hooters everyday, the place already sounded like a strip club. Might as well be a titty bar, and I'm not totally opposed to that. If it'll make me some more money. . .

In my new top, denim short shorts, and white sneakers, I paraded around, taking orders.

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My last table was a party of three guys. They were pretty cool, here for the drinks and beach. Or should I say, the bikini contest Kitty's was hosting.

It was almost eight and once these guys left, I was going to clock out and race home.

They all had been giving me looks and flirting all night but I just giggled and took their money.

Finally, after returning with their credit cards, I wished them a good night.

"Hey, you should enter that," the bald one said to me.

I followed his line of sight to the stage where Jeff, the MC, began jabbering in the mic.

He cracked some jokes and got the crowd fired up for the main event.

I walked to the back and saw Ella oiling herself down.

"What are you doing?" I laughed at her.

She looked up with eager eyes. "Ooh, good you're here; can you get my back?!"

I lended a helping hand, spraying her entire backside.

"Done?" She asked me.

I nodded. "You look like a glazed donut."