Author's note: your are gay!
Angel walks through the door of the BurgerKing®. You've been working for an hour already. They walk into the "Employees Only" door and clock in. They work the grill, and you're up at the front taking orders. You go back to where they are during a slow period. "Hey." you say. "Oh hi, slow day huh?" He/she ask. "Yeah." you reply. "Hey there's s-something I wanted to ask you." You say. "What?" They ask. You blush and struggle to say what you want to say. Man, you really suck at talking don't you. "Do you wanna g-go out... with me?" You ask. Angle didn't give a direct answer. Instead he/she said, "Follow me." Confused, you obey. They lead you further into the back of the restaurant until you reach a small room. Inside, you see something very very strange on the floor. Two open containers of lettuce right next to each other. "Get in." they say.
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BurgerKing Foot Fetish
Teen FictionNumber 15: BurgerKing® foot fetish. The last thing you want in your life is this story, but as it turns out, that might be what you get.
