If she tried to sabotage herself it couldn't have gone better (worse?)

When Amanda got to work, fashionably late as always, she was greeted by a full-house and a line out front that held her up further. Half-an-hour later she was at the front of the line.

"A table for one or two?" the rather unenthusiastic waitress asked.

"God no! I'm the new girl," Amanda said with a fake smile.

The waitress looked at her watch, eyeing her dubiously. "You are the new girl? You were supposed to start an hour ago!"

"Well there was a line!" Amanda said as if that explained everything.

"There's an employee entrance around back, you're supposed to use... never mind, go through those doors. Go into the first door on the right and talk to Cal."

"Cal?"

The waitress huffed with impatience, pointing once again at the door. "Just go, some of us are doing our jobs out here!"

"Bitch," the muttered in unison, then glared at each other.

Amanda pushed through the door with more **** than necessary, making it bang into the wall. The door the stuck-up cunt had told her about was right there. In fact, the door she'd shoved had almost knocked on it for her.

"Hello?" she asked, yanking the door open and walking in. "I'm Amanda, the new..."

"Are you trying to break the door out there? Or maybe you wanted to create a second entrance by bashing down the wall here?" the man said with a raised voice.

"Chill, it's just a door."

"It's MY door, which means if you break it I have to buy a new one, and it you dent the wall I have to pay to get that fixed. And if you're the new girl, then why the hell are you getting here an hour late dressed like that?"

Amanda looked down at herself, unable to figure out what he was complaining about. She was wearing white on top and black on bottom. Heck, she'd even color-co-ordinated her skimpy underwear to match. The fishnets were just to look cool.

"There was a line at the door," she explained.

"A line..." he clutched his head like he had a migraine. "There was a line because one of our waitresses wasn't here!"

Amanda smiled in the face of his anger. "Wow, it's a good thing I'm here to help then, huh?"

Cal growled, something she'd never actually heard anyone do before without it being a joke. Coming from Cal it sounded deep, beastial, and sexy.

"So, do I get a tour? Cal?"

Cal held up a hand, turning away from her. His ears, she noticed, were bright red. Had she embarrassed him somehow? Maybe he had high blood-pressure. People in the restaurant industry probably ate a whole lot of things that weren't good for them.

His hand reached out for the phone, and she noted how big and strong it was. And hairy, but hairy was alright. Wispy bits of hair here and there were a turn-off, but she kind of liked running her hands through a hairy chest. Of course, she preferred it to end there, but it never did.

"Jane come get this.... Come get the new employee." he listened for a moment, then with a gritted voice ordered, "Just come and get her. I know we're busy right now, so let's get the new person helping."

Amanda smiled at her new bosses control, the firm hand with which he dealt with his difficult employees. Like that Jane. Maybe he could help him whip her into shape somehow.

The door whipped open, whacking Amanda in the butt and knocking her forward with a yelp.

"You bellowed?" Jane asked drily, smirking at Amanda, who glared evilly at her.

"Amanda, Jane. Now get to work."