The Queen´s next victim, a chef

“LOOK AT WHAT YOU DONE!”

The staff in the kitchen remained still. All eyes were on duo in the middle. Standing there looking at the ground while clasping an empty cooking pot was the petite dark-skinned substitute kitchen assistant that was covering for someone who called in sick that day. Next to her was the equally petite red headed chef, who was completely drenched in tomato soup from the waist down.

“I CANT COOK WHILE MY UNMENTIONBABLES ARE DROWNING IN SOUP! WHAT DO YOU HAVE TO SAY FOR YOURSELF?”

“S-sorry. L-look, I have a change of clothes in my car, maybe I can lend them to you?”

“Fine, but you can forget about getting paid tonight.” Both of them left the kitchen. When they returned the chef was wearing clean blue pants and sneakers. The assistant held the red stained pants, panties, socks and shoes of her boss, who was now begrudgingly going commando. “Take them to wash and then come back to fix the mess you made,” she ordered while she went back to cooking.

The kitchen resumed its normal work. The assistant did as commanded and was then relegated to washing the dishes, a task she performed with utmost efficiency, until the waste disposal unit broke. She frantically tried in vain to repair the device, but it was too late, she had caught the attention of her boss once again.

“You are just the most useless person on the planet, you know that? Move aside. Ill fix it.”

The redhead kneeled down to examine the sink. The assistant smiled as her plan came into motion. Quickly and discreetly, she hooked the chef’s apron to the waste disposal unit and turned it on. The machine started shredding the garment.

The chef desperately tried to move back but the machine’s hold on her apron was very strong. Eventually it started “eating” her shirt too, pulling her victim ever closer the more it consumed. The rest of the kitchen staff tried to pull their boss away from the sink with little success. Ultimately the device ran out of fabric to eat. With the whole front of the shirt gone, its tattered remnants fell down on the ground as they no longer could hold on to the body they once clung to.

Since the cook was still trying to back out until the very end and had half a dozen guys attempting to drag her away, the sudden stop sent her stumbling backwards. Her mischievous “assistant” pressed a hidden button that made the secret roller blades in the sneakers pop out. She helplessly slid out of the kitchen and into the restaurant powerless to stop her own momentum, wearing nothing on her torso save for her small blue bra.

In a fit of impeccable timing, the degradable waistband that held up the chef’s pants finally dissolved. The fabric fell to her feet where it got tangled with the roller-skate wheels and abruptly stopped her joyride, albeit in a rather brusque manner that made her tumble forward right into the salad bar. The redhead was now bent over the table showing her bare butt to the whole restaurant, which was now filled with the laughter of its patrons.

With her face, along with most of her body, covered in all manners of vegetables, salsas and dressings, the chef stood up and tried to run away from the crowd. But her attempt failed as the wheels on her feet caused her to trip once more. This time she fell backwards, with her backside on the ground and her legs spread wide apart, flashing her wild red bush to her bemused spectators. Now with her cheeks the same color as her hair, she took off her sneakers and ran to the kitchen where she stayed for the rest of the night.