Eating at a Wendy's, of course!

You and Wendy had stopped for dinner at take a fucking guess. Time's up: you were at a Wendy's restaurant, specifically one in Boise, Idaho. You had spent the last few weeks driving west from the Great Lakes and across Middle America on your tour. Now, as you were heading into the Pacific Northwest, you were taking this opportunity to propose a change of course, with the help of a road map that you had laid out across your half of the plastic dining table.

"I know we said we were going to just keep going west until we hit Portland, but I was thinking, if we start going north from here, we could travel up the panhandle to Couer d'Alane, then take I-90 West across Washington all the way to Seattle. We could hang around there for a few days, then take I-5 South and sorta hug the west coast as we travel down all the way to San Diego. What do you think? ...Wendy?"

Wendy wasn't even looking at you. Her baby blue eyes were glued to her phone as she browsed one of her many apps with one hand and munched on her double cheeseburger with the other.

"Wendy!" you repeat.

"Hmm?" She glanced up to look at you, mouth full of burger. She took a moment to swallow, then answered, "Yeah, I dunno, maybe. Hey, let me see that map for a minute?"

"Um, okay..." you said, assuming she had a route of her own she wanted to plot out.

Wendy set aside her burger to free her hands up to spin the map around to face her. She then took a handful of fries and began laying them out over Idaho on the map until she had filled in all of the space within the state's borders.

"Look Tim, now we're in Fry-daho!" she said giddily. She pulled out her phone and snapped a picture of her creation, then held out the phone to you, "Okay, now take a few pictures of me eating one of the fries."

"Really? You got grease all over our road map for a photo op?"

Wendy pouted, "Come on Tim, it'll be cute! Now take the picture!"

Taking the phone that she was practically thrusting into your chest at this point, you aimed the camera at the redhead as she plucked a fry off of the map, then another as she dipped it into the ketchup, and finally one more as she actually bit into it while making a cutesy face at the camera. You handed the phone back and asked, "Are those good?"

Wendy looked through the pictures you took, then gave you a grin and said, "Yep! These are going straight to Twitter, baby. You're getting good at these, Tim."

"Thanks," you said, surprised that she felt like she still had to compliment you for something you've been doing almost every day by now, "So, what do you think about my plan?"

"One second..." she said, thumbs flying across her phone screen as she typed out, "Welcome to Fry-daho. The potatoes here make these fries taste extra yummy. #wendysroadtrip #fresh #frydaho."

Setting the phone down, she looked back down at the map and said, "Okay, sorry... hmm... well, maybe? I dunno, that seems like a pretty big detour. Couldn't we just skip Washington and keep going through Oregon? We can still go down the west coast that way..."

"Yeah, and bypass an entire state in the process," you pointed out, "Look, I know you want to see Portland, but we'll still hit it on our way down the western states. This is just a way for us to visit a few extra cities."

Wendy pouted, clearly not too happy with the idea for some reason. But before you could say anything else, she looks over your shoulder and says, "Oh, they're putting out the order for table six! Those are the guys I promised to deliver the food for. Be right back!"

You watched as Wendy walked up to the cashier and took the tray from him to the aforementioned 'table six'. It was one that you had been keeping an eye on since they got here, mostly because the two college-aged guys seated there couldn't keep their eyes off of Wendy. Granted, a lot of people did stare at the walking mascot when they saw her in person, but these guys were especially unsubtle in their ogling, and the intent behind it. If Wendy noticed though, she didn't seem to mind the attention.

"Here you go, bros!" she said, placing the tray down on their table, "Two 2-for-5's, one with two Dave's Singles and the other with a Dave's Single and a 10-piece chicken nuggets, with two vanilla Frosties. Hope you enjoy the food, and the bonus side order of my winning smile."

"Oh, we already are," the first guy said, "Hey, how about you bring your stuff over here and eat with us? We'd just love it if you hung around a bit."

"Ooh, you know, I'd love to normally, but my business partner over there wants to talk about interstates and travel plans and- of course I'll hang out with you guys! Scoot!"

She rushed back to your table and grabbed her tray of food, telling you, "Sorry, but duty calls. We'll talk about it later."

"Sure we will," you said dryly. Wendy giggled at this, then went over to sit down next to her new friends for the evening.

You kept a close eye on the three of them, occasionally taking a nibble from the fries Wendy left behind on your map as you did. These were far from the first horny guys that talked Wendy into keeping them company, but so far they seemed to be behaving themselves. And young adult males like them were one of the main target demographics for this whole marketing campaign to begin with, so unless they started getting too handsy with Wendy or Wendy herself started acting too forward with them, there was really nothing for you to do about this 'dinner date' other than act as her chaperone and watch from afar.

Still though, as you watched Wendy talk excitedly to these two guys and laugh at their attempts at flirty remarks, you couldn't help but feel... jealous? Yeah, that was the best word for it, at least that you could think of. These encounters didn't bother you when this road trip first started, but as the weeks and eventually months passed and you spent more time with Wendy, you had begun to find more and more little things about her that made you start liking her more and more. The way she smirked when she won an argument, that cute little giggle she did when she found something genuinely funny, the way she would sometimes wiggle her hips while she walked, how she'd sing along to 80's songs and not quite hit the high notes... the list went on and on.

And the most frustrating part was, you weren't entirely sure what Wendy thought of you. Sure she was affectionate and friendly to you on the road when it was just the two of you, but in a sense she was that way with almost everyone. And while sometimes when she talked about you to others she'd act like you were her best friend, other times (like now) she'd treat you like the stuffy coworker she was stuck alongside and had to deal with. It didn't help that you never were the best with women before getting this assignment, and living on the road with her hadn't made you much better with any who weren't Wendy. You knew that Wendy was currently programmed to have no sexual libido of her own, but you weren't sure if she could feel true love or not, and you had no idea how to broach the topic with her...

Wait a second, were you being friend-zoned? By a Love Doll? Jesus, how did your fucking life come to this point? Maybe you should ask for some time off the next time your boss called. All this touring was starting to mess with your head...

Wait, shit, Wendy was waving at you and trying to get your attention! Be cool, be cool!

"Tim!" Wendy said to you as you approached the table, "John and Milo here want a picture with me! You don't mind, do you?"

"Not at all," you said, taking the phone the second guy - Milo - handed you before he attempted to squeeze in next to Wendy. She squealed playfully as she was sandwiched between the two guys, and you did your best to aim the camera so all three of them were in frame.

"Alrighty," Wendy said, draping her arms around the two guys' shoulders, "Smile and say 'Frostie!'"

"FROSTIE!"

You snapped the picture, catching the moment where John was staring directly down at Wendy's lap. You weren't sure why at first, but a second after the picture was taken Wendy jumped in her seat and slapped the hand he had under the table.

"Keep your hands off the thigh meat, buddy," she said to him, "I know I'm delicious, but this gal ain't on the menu."

"Sorry, sorry!" he said, raising both hands up where you could see them.

"Long as you remember that, we cool," she said to him with a wink, before turning to you and saying, "Thanks, Tim! You're the best!"

"No problem," you said, handing the phone back to Milo, "Are you gonna be much longer?"

"Nah, we should probably get going anyway," she said, nudging Milo to move, "It was great talking to you two!"

"Same!" Milo said as he let her out.

"Thanks for eating with us!" John said.

"It's what I do," she said, "Ooh, almost forgot, Gotta get the selfie to remember this by! You guys are cool with your faces being posted all over the internet, right? Honestly with the way you two look, they probably are already..."

You left Wendy to finish up with the customers while you cleaned off your own table and packed up to leave. The two of you met by the door, where Wendy asked you, "You sure you don't want to pick something up for the road? You hardly ate anything."

"Oh, no... I just wasn't hungry," you said. The truth was that shortly before you got to the Wendy's, you had deactivated your companion and snuck into a Taco Bell to get your dinner. Wendy might be perfectly okay with eating at the same fast-food restaurant three times a day, but you needed some goddamn variety every once in a while, and didn't need to hear her ranting about horse meat tacos for a half-hour straight if she ever found out about it.

As you walked across the parking lot, she said, "Hey, about the route change... can we talk about it tomorrow? I want some time to think on it."

"Huh?" You had almost forgotten about all that, but once reminded you nodded your head and said, "Yeah, sure... though again, I think it's a better way to do it."

"See, that's your problem, Tim!" she said, poking you on the forehead, "You overthink things too much. You should just go with what feels right!"

"Like those guys back there?" you couldn't stop yourself from snidely adding.

"Oh come on, they weren't that bad," she said, "Remember the time that guy who 'slipped' on the wet floor and tried to get an upskirt shot when I came to help him up? That was bad."

You laughed a little at that, "Yeah, you made that abundantly clear over the four hours it took to get to Cheyenne."

"Hey, I couldn't blow up at a customer, even a creep like him," Wendy said, batting her eyelashes, "It'd ruin the 'adorable' half of my adorable rascal image."

"So that's why you dropped his phone into my soda, right?"

She giggled, "Yup! That was the 'rascal' half in action!"

You smirked yourself, but felt obligated to add, "You know the company had to pay that guy back right?"

"Please, like they couldn't afford one cell phone," Wendy huffed, "Have you seen our ride?"

"Fair point," you said, gazing up at the gaudy RV you and Wendy have been calling home for almost a year now. It was only a bit shorter than a bus, and painted white with red highlights. That color scheme wouldn't be so bad, if it didn't also have Wendy's smiling face plastered on the side of it, holding a burger next to the caption 'For fresh deets and fresher meats, follow me across America using #wendysroadtrip!'

Wendy hurried over to the side door and popped it open. As she stepped into the RV, she grinned at you over her shoulder and said, "That's right baby! These bunnies make the moneys!"

Then she did something you had never seen her do before. She gave herself a saucy smack right on her skirted bottom. You gaped at the sight of it, and right after Wendy seemed to realize what she did too. Her face went red with embarrassment, and she said, "Shoot, sorry... that was too much, wasn't it?"

"Y-Yeah," you choked out.

"W-Well... good thing no one was around to see, right?" she said, quickly regaining enough of her confidence to smirk again, "We'll just have to not tell anyone about it then, huh?"

"S-Sure..." you said.

"It'll be our juicy little secret," she said with a wink. Then she said, "Now c'mon! We still need to find a place to hitch up for the night! Between you and me, this neighborhood looks kind of sketch..."

"Uh huh," you said, not really caring about that. Or whatever plans you might have for how you wanted to traverse the Pacific Northwest. Or even the fact that Wendy spanking herself like that in front of you would probably constitute the 'erratic behavior' you were hired to try and nip in the bud using your admin privileges. All you could think about was seeing the 'bunnies' underneath that dress. And squeezing them. And sticking your rock hard dick between them to get to her-

You snapped yourself out of those fantasies and climbed into the RV after her. That settled it. You had no idea whether Wendy had just been playing around or if she had actually been flirting with you, but either way you knew that enough was enough. You had to do something to release all these pent up feelings you've been having lately and regain your sanity.

One way or another, you were going to fuck Wendy.