The Special of the Day

Walking into the rundown diner, Kat was instantly hit with the smell of baking grease and burnt coffee as she felt several pairs of eyes on her. She knew she probably looked like a fish out of water. First of all, she was a female trucker and second she wasn’t dressed like most of them. She had on a pair of gray joggers, her favorite red Converse sneakers, and a white tank top. She tied her father’s old flannel shirt around her waist as she knew most men liked to stare at her ass, but the cool air conditioning of the diner was making quick work of her nipples. Her tank top had a built-in soft bra which gave her some illusion of a bust, but it did nothing to prevent her nipples from showing.

Crossing her arms over her chest, she looked around the old diner/truck stop. It was like so many she had stopped at and it didn't take long to figure out how her father died of a heart attack at such a young age. Still in her twenties, Kat had her youthful metabolism to keep her skinny, but she knew if she were to keep at it she'd have to adopt a healthier lifestyle sooner rather than later… but not today.

“Evenin’ sugar, welcome to Billy’s,” an older waitress greeted. “Table or bar?”

“Table,” Kat replied with a tired smile.

The older woman waved her on and led her back to one of the smaller booths to the side of the diner. The waitress looked to be about in her fifties and dead on her feet, but she had a warm smile. She also had a great figure for a woman her age—a classic hourglass shape with wide set hips, a smallish waist, a big ass, and large tits that probably wreaked havoc on the poor woman’s back. Her hair was a dark maroon, obviously dyed to hide any gray, but was likely once brunette.

“Here you go, darlin’,” the waitress said, handing Kat a single page menu. “My name’s Annie. Can I get ya some coffee, water, or soda while you look over the menu?”

“Water,” Kat replied, knowing she had had too many energy drinks already and coffee would have her losing sleep and she was **** for some rest.

“Do I know you?” Annie asked. “I only ask, because that rig you came out of seems familiar.”

Kat looked out at her father’s rig, freshly painted, restored to its former glory, and a constant reminder of him. “No, I’m new, but that was my father’s rig.”

Annie’s eyes narrowed as she studied Kat. “Are you… Big Danny’s daughter?”

“Yes,” Kat replied with amusement.

“Well I’ll be damned,” Annie said, throwing her hands on her hips. She then leaned over, her ample cleavage on further display. “I was almost your mother,” she whispered before standing up right again. Kat was unsure on how to respond, having learned at her father’s funeral that he had been quite the ladies man back in the day, which likely explained her parents’ divorce. “But don’t say anything about that to my husband,” Annie continued. “He and your father used to be best friends. So what are you doing with your father’s rig?”

“I’m driving it now,” Kat replied.

“Look at you. Just like your daddy,” Annie beamed.

“I hope not,” Kat joked, looking at a plate of chicken fried steak, mashed potatoes, and mixed greens that passed by in the hands of another waitress. “Anything hearty, but healthy on the menu?”

“Healthy? Hell no,” Annie chuckled. “But don’t get the Special of the Day.”

“What do you suggest?”

“Well, you’re way too skinny,” Annie said, squeezing Kat’s arm, “so why not a cheeseburger and fries?”

“I don’t know…”

“Oh, don’t be like that. I’ll have Billy add extra lettuce, tomato, pickles, and onion. It’ll be like a salad with a little extra,” Annie said with a wink.

Kat snorted. “Okay, but no onions, and ketchup and mustard on the side, if that’s okay?”

“Coming right up.”

“Annie?” Kat called, stopping the vibrant redheaded waitress. “Where’s your bathroom?”