You go back to work

The new top was... stretchy enough to fit... but it definitely was at its limit... you felt like your breasts were being crushed into your chest, from an outsiders perspective it made your breasts look bigger, they were sticking upwards and smashed together enough to look just absolutely mammoth.

You went back to your customers apologizing for the wait. finally getting Chad's table's order correct and out... and after all that he didn't even tip... What an ass.

Regardless you kept a smile plastered on your face, and as the dinner rush picked up you got busier, less time to chat with Barbie. and more time on his feet... make that heels.

Customers... were mostly polite maybe a few creepy looks here and there but mostly fine...

Others were less so, an older gentleman asked for a refill on water but wouldn't move his cup closer, so you had to lean across the table with a pitcher to refill it, and while you were leaning he slipped a $20 bill into your cleavage. "Your tip" he said leering, you could only smile and turn away. Another older gentleman asked you what color your panties were.

When you get a 15 minute break you shoot a text off to Chad "What... no Tip?" you rewrite it several times trying to sound mad but itt always comes out flirty annoyed.

"I'll give you the tip any time you want just come over."

You sighed, you should've been expecting the innuendo but still.

The chapter was added by Spooky at writing.com