The "Bunz Burger" and Shake

Your stomach rumbled as you looked over the menu, and settled on a classic: the 'Bunz Burger' and shake. As you did, Aimee settled on her order as well, and you both relayed them to Emma when she returned. Aimee ordered the same, and you both shared an awkward laugh. Maybe you had more in common than you'd thought!

She took the order without much comment, but but stopped as she was about to leave with it. "Oh I almost forgot! Ben said he'll swing by in a while and talk to you about the job! Good luck!" She sashayed away from your table toward the next, and you idly watched her butt (again) as Aimee spoke up.

"Doesn't Emma have an awesome ass? I bet she gets great tips!" She was watching it go, too. "I've always thought it would be fun to have an ass like that."

You turned back to her, shaking your head a bit. "Aimee, you've got boobs that plenty of women would kill for! Isn't that enough?" The room felt warm.

She grinned, winking at you. "Hey there's nothing wrong with wishing, right? Besides, o saw you looking too. You into women?"

You considered the question before you answered, "Maybe? I'd never really been that into women, but she does have an impressive butt."

"Right?! Like... I just want to grab it, you know?" Aimee had that predatory look in her eyes, and surprisingly aimed it at you as she continued. "That's great news about Ben coming back though! I can ask him to help you out when he gets here, and we can have you hired in no time." She smiled over at you with a seductive wink. "Boys are *super* predictable."

*You could probably flirt a bit with Ben to get a raise, too,* said a small voice inside you. You pondered the thought a few minutes in silence, chewing your lip.

Aimee was so... you didn't want to say "slutty" but you could certainly think it. The way she looked in her skimpy outfit... It was just kind of trashy. She was certainly being helpful, and had been really nice to you, but still... How could you tell her you didn't really want the help?

Finally you tried in a soft voice, "Hey Aimee, listen, I know that you're going the extra mile to make me feel welcome but-"

"Burgers up!" Called out Emma, arriving behind you. You jumped, startled, and knocked over the napkin holder, which clattered to the ground.

"Oops!" You sighed, embarrassed by the nearby tables looks toward you, "sorry about that..."

Emma was already there though, scooping it up and smiling around, as she set your food out on the table. "No problem, Stefi! Enjoy!" Then she was gone again, her rabbit tail bobbing along behind her.

*Those uniforms really do make a girls butt look hot,* you thought to yourself.

You turned your attention to the food in front of you, and Aimee did the same. The meal looked delicious, and did something to assuage your earlier concerns about the restaurant. You took a bite of the burger, which proved juicy and perfectly cooked. The various toppings were fresh, and the result was mouth watering perfection. After a couple bites you tried the shake. You'd forgotten to pick a flavor, so Emma had gone with chocolate, and your eyes rolled back as you took your third sip on as many seconds.

"It's good, right?" Aimee asked, dipping a french fry into some ketchup, "plus, there are *tons* of cute guys here. Cute girls too!" She added with a wink. Wait, was she flirting with you? You weren't sure how you felt about that.

"Delicious," you answered, realizing that most of your burger was gone. You switched to fries as well, drinking more of your shake. "Those uniforms though, I don't know, Aimee..."

"Hey, you would look *awesome* in one of those uniforms! You've got a great butt! And your boobs are cute, too!" Aimee gushed. She was *definitely* flirting with you. Flirting was fine though, right? She probably flirted with everybody.

You giggled at the compliment, then answered with mock outrage, "I'm married, Aimee!" You raised a hand and presented your ring as you finished your shake, as though proving the point.

Aimee's eyes widened a bit and she kept the joke going, "No way! Me too!" Then she reached out and took your hand in hers, the move surprisingly intimate. Her hand fit over yours smoothly and felt very warm. "We're *both* married," she said, get voice softer now, "see? Your ring, my ring, both right here." Her hand felt distractingly nice as she traced lines over your fingers. The two rings sparkled beside one another. She looked up and caught your eye, then continued, "Being married makes everything so much more fun!"

You looked back, stunned, trying to make sense of what she was saying. Your breath was coming faster than it should, and you felt some of the dizziness from earlier returning. Were you even interested in her?

*Aimee's awfully fun,* said some part of you, *she's not doing anything wrong, really.*

The moment passed, and Aimee giggled, releasing your hand. "Ben!" She cried out, and stood, embracing the man who approached your table. Ben was in his forties, and had the look of a man who had been in great shape until recently. He wasn't obese, but his muscles had a loose look to them and his small gut strained at the collared shirt he wore.

He looked a bit dazed as Aimee broke the hug and he offered you a hand. "Hi, Stefi, right? I'm Ben. Emma says you're looking for a job?"

You nodded, shaking firmly. "I usually go by Stephanie, actually."

"I was just telling Ste-...phanie here how great it was, spending time with you back in highschool." Aimee said, her voice the definition of charm. "I kind of promised her you could get her a job..." She trailed off, somehow aiming a pout and her impressive cleavage at Ben, at the same time. Ben didn't stand a chance.

"Well we are looking for a new server," he hedged, eyeing Aimee's curves, "does she have much experience?"

You opened your mouth, but Aimee answered first. "She has *all kinds* of experience! She's really smart and she's super hot!" She gestured toward you as though revealing a prize on TV, and you shrugged, nervously.

"Well I guess we can give her a shot. No arrests, ****, etc?" The last question he directed at you.

You shook your head, then answered, "Nope, just new in town. I worked at Danny's back home, but that was mostly serving breakfast to old folks at all hours." You figured it was best to not mention Congo unless you needed references.

Ben was all business now that he'd been convinced, and had a notepad in his hand as he asked you more questions. "Alright, can you start tomorrow? Oh and we'll need to get you fitted, you're a women's medium and what... a size six for shorts?"

You blushed, "Eight actually." Behind you, Aimee slapped your butt, and you jumped again before glaring at her.

"No problem, I'll get things sorted. Be here at five tomorrow and we'll start you on the later shift. Sound good?" He'd basically moved on, waving Emma over before you answered. "Emma, think you can train Stephanie here tomorrow night?"

Emma smiled back at you with excitement clear in her eyes and answered, "Sure! She got the job already? I waited almost a week before you called me back!"

"For now. We'll get the background check and things sorted this week, but we really need the help. Ladies, you enjoy your meal, I've got to make a couple calls." With that, he disappeared into the back again.

Emma turned toward the two of you and wrapped you into a quick hug. "Congratulations! I'll see you tomorrow then! He told you five, right?"

This was going so fast! "Yeah," you answered, "Should I bring anything?"

"Nah, you'll do great." She flashed her dimples again in a quick smile and then left you alone with Aimee.