All-night diner

It turns out, an all-night diner is a pretty depressing place.

You order pancakes and coffee, then log your phone into the diner's wifi for some research.

Ten minutes later, the waitress delivers your pancakes and a warmup on your coffee.

"Studying for a class, hon?"

You check her out. She's probably in her forties, which is old for you. Still, even with a few extra pounds, she's got a nice figure, with firm tits that press against the thin fabric of her waitress uniform and bulge out from the extra unbuttoned button. You've read that waitresses pretty much have to expose a little cleavage if they want tips and, while it might be jerky, you're pretty glad that's the case.

"Uh, sort of. I'm working on a video stream."

"Oh, cool." She sits down across from you. "I watch true-crime streams all the time. Do you know the one about the teenage girl who was babysitting and when the parents got home, their baby was fine but the girl was gone?"

"Uh, no. That one must have gotten past me."

"Well, at first they were looking at her boyfriend. I mean, he would sneak into places where she was babysitting and they'd have sex. But he was with another girl, if you can believe it. So..."

Ten minutes later, you have a solid rundown on some poor girl's ****, a laundry list of suspects including the waitress's favorite (the dad), and no more interest in some girl who was killed before you were born than you did ten minutes earlier.

"You could do a stream on poor Vicki," the waitress concludes. At least you hope she's concluding.

"Uh, I don't do true crime."

She looks confused. Perhaps, in her world, streaming and true crime are synonymous. Then her face clears and she leans in toward you giving you a close look at that impressive cleavage. "Well, there's your problem. Don't you know that the real money is in true crime? It's mostly women who listen to true crime and everyone knows that women are solid gold when it comes to advertisers. Did you know that True Crime Daily has four and a half million subscribers?"

"I did not know that."

"And I could help you." She gets up, walks around the table and sits beside you. "All the best streams have at least two people and, frankly, you'll want a woman with you since guys are too cut and dry and women can provide the emotional response you'll be looking for. Like you might say, 'they found her with her breasts cut off and her vaginal lips pierced,' and a guy would say, 'okay,' but a woman would go, 'ohmigod, really. That's horrible. Who could do such a thing?' You see the difference?"

You nod. Yes, you do see the difference.

"I've been looking to find something else to do other than work the graveyard shift at a diner. This could be the answer for me. I'm a part time actor, so I've got the skills."

Well, hell. You definitely aren't interested in doing true crime streams but you've been staring at that cleavage for the past fifteen minutes and the idea of wrapping those tits around your dick is appealing.

What do you think?