Omega and the beast

Chapter 17

Dough's drive thru was at an intersection near Becca's school. It was perhaps one of the more defunct car washes in town, but they had a lot of customers and were therefore often looking for new staff.

I parked next to a rusty old pick-up and hung my helmet over the handle. The most important thing during a job interview is the first impression. You should be eager and clean, smile but not be too proud. Show enthusiasm but also signs that you are no more than human.

I had followed Dough's directions thru text and when I walked towards the door of a shed-like house that said office, I passed a man who was tinkering with the wheel of a motorcycle, but also a younger man maybe my age who was scrubbing the windows of a car.

He stood there, strangely bent over the hood while glancing curiously at me. I smiled broadly in greeting. The guy just looked away, scrubbing even harder. Okay, weird.

Inside the office behind a desk full of papers and binders sat a fat middle-aged man with frizzy hair under a worn cap with a thick stubble. He had a cigarette in the corner of his mouth and looked like he was counting money.

My first impression of the man was that he didn't look professional, my second was how he smelled bad. It was a scent which made me almost stagger back. It felt wrong in so many ways. This must be Dough himself. Well, he looked like his name seemed.

I scratched the back of my head before clearing my throat to get his attention. First he threw a hasty glance up at me, then it was as if he perked up, stretching with a big smile.

"But hello there beautiful, what brings a boy like you to my simple car wash?" I gasped in discomfort, taking a step back. The man was a slob, and a perve, for sure.

"Uh, I..." I cleared my throat again, then plastered a big smile on my face. "I'm Ryan. I called you about your job ad in the local paper."

"Oh, Ryan!" he burst, standing up. In his wild eagerness to shake my hand his stomach knocked down some folders on the floor. First impressions... I bent down, picking them up for him. "A serving one, I see."

I regretted my choice of clothes. I rarely did, but now I wished I hadn't picked this out! Although it wasn't the least bit challenging, I felt naked in a simple purple shirt and slim jeans with my letterman jacket. A thick fucking leather coat would have been more appropriate the way this perve eye-fucked me. He grinned amused, stubbing out his cigarette at a worn ashtray.

"Did you get my resume?" I asked low, avoiding meeting his gaze.

"Yes, but I didn't open it. The people who send me their resumes are often overqualified. Besides, I don't judge your ability to wash cars on how many college credits you have, or years spent at a workplace. No, I judge it on your eagerness to please our customers, your willpower to work hard and," he looked me up and down again with a smug smile. "How inviting you are, for our customers of course. A clean and fresh exterior is a prerequisite for good business!"

Well, that excludes the owner himself. It sounded more like he was looking for a prostitute, and given his look...

"Like I said over the phone I look for a part-time job during the weekends. It's not full-time, but as an extra income." I tried to sound professional.

"And that would suit us just fine, Ryan... Moe, was it?" I nodded. "I have for long searched for staff who can be both sales-oriented and hard-working during the highest-pressure times, which for us are the weekends." Dough turned his gaze out the window towards the young guy who was frantically washing the car. "Although the ones I have during the weeks work decently... they may not provide the experience my regular customers desire, or all customers for that matter."