Tara and Bit

“Wow,” said a voice I knew too well. “Shouldn’t you two be working at Hooters?”

I turned toward Tara and **** a smile. “We don’t want to put you out of a job,” I said.

Tara and Bit stared at my boobs, smirking.

“Very sweet of you,” said Tara, “but we don’t mind. I’m sure you have rent to pay, and E-cup bras are expensive, after all.”

“Yeah,” I said. “Whatever.”

Tara turned to her Asian friend. “I think having that big rack is making poor Nicole all cranky, Bit.”

Bit nodded. “I think you’re right,” she said. “We should help.”

I rolled my eyes, then turned to Alice. “C’mon,” I said. “We don’t have time to play with the kids.”

We turned and walked away from them, heading for the doors.

“No, we insist,” said Tara.