You're here to work!

{if@ FoodWork == 1}Alright, you're pretty sure that students are allowed to work here during their breaks! You just need to find a person to ask....

It takes a bit, because your entry strategy was standing in place to the side of the counter and hoping that one of the people would approach you, but eventually you walk up to one of the workers to try to find out what you need to do. As it turns out, it's pretty easy. You just have to show up, and if they're not full on staff, you can work and get paid!

You're given a little apron that goes over your uniform, a notepad and pen, and just like that you're in business! Ben always said you'd be good at serving people, or something along those lines, so this is finally your chance to get in on the action. Since you're not very experienced, they put you to work behind the counter at a little fast food burger place. You're not disheartened, because burgers taste nice. Plus, since it's just a small little place in the wall, you're the only worker at this place (apart from the cooks, but they're not students), so all of the students in the {if@ DayEnd == False}lunch rush{else}dinner rush (if that's a term? The hungry people!){endif} that want hamburgers and chips and milkshakes have to rely on you. It's a big responsibility, and one you're willing to shoulder! Ben said something about your milkshakes once too, you think.

It turns out that the burger place isn't as popular as you might've thought. Well, you get customers, but the other places are getting more. Guess there's a lot of big fitness buffs here. But that's not to say you don't get any customers! You get two.

{if NoraCuddle1 == True}The second one's actually Lola, from Nora's room that time. It's good to see her again! You noticed it before, but it's even easier to tell what great shape she's in up close! {elseif NoraAskClass == True}The second one's a third-year woman named Lola, who is probably the same third-year woman named Lola that Nora's partners with. How cool! Still, Nora didn't really seem to like her that much.....

{else}The second one is a third-year woman named Lola. She's in great shape! {endif}She just ordered a thing of chips and some tomato sauce. She's wearing a super short super tight pink crop-top, and there's a lot of underboob showing. She's not really buff, but her belly is flat and her arms are nubile, not flabby. You almost have to pull your eyes away from her thighs. A beach body! Is the term for that. Beach body. You notice a small shining wet patch just above her belly button, where it looks like somebody rubbed something with a wet tip against her.

"What's that?" You ask happily, pointing to the spot as the chips are being prepared.

She looks down. Without a word, she rubs her fingers against the patch until it's mostly gone, then lifts her fingers to her mouth and sucks on them one by one. Slowly. Pushing her finger in and out, rubbing against her lips each time.... you're put in a miniature trance as you watch this young, bouncy, fit woman in front of you.... sucking on her fingers..... uhhh.......

You're finally snapped out of it when a little box of chips is placed on the counter next to you by the cook. Blinking away the strange feeling, you give a sheepish thank you to the cook and hand over the box to Lola. She gives you a wolfish grin with a heart-pounding wink, then takes the box and turns to leave. You're f-feeling a bit wet d-downstairs, and for some reason seeing her leave makes you feel really disappointed.....

What was that all about?{if@ NoraCuddle1 == False}{if@ NoraAskClass == False} Who was she??{endif}{endif} And- hang on. Did she not pay? Oh man, she totally didn't pay. You're so gonna get in trouble.

{elseif FoodWork == 2}You're back, and ready to make some more money!

Since you've done this before, you're feeling way more confident about asking to be given work. It takes a second for the person behind the counter to notice that you're trying to get their attention, because your head doesn't quite come up past it, but after a while you get noticed and taken off to your next job.

You've ranked up from the fast food place in the wall, it seems! This time, you're brought to work at a sub sandwich place in the wall. You're given gloves and a little white hat with flaps over the ears, and you feel super duper cute in them as you begin your shift.

{if LolaKnow == True}You're getting a lot more customers this shift. It seems that people like the sub sandwich place more than they like the fast food place, so you get to feel like a valued and necessary part of your community! You're not bad at putting together the sub sandwiches either. It's all easy as pie, until you get to the folding of ham and the paper wrapping of the finished product. That is what separates the babies from the big people, and you sit comfortably on the side of big people on this one.

The manager of the sub shop must notice too, because just as you're wrapping up your shift he asks you to follow him into the back room. You doff your ear-flap cap and skip along behind him as another student takes your place running the front of the shop. Are you gonna get extra pay? Ooh, you're totally gonna get extra pay.

Once you're both in the back room, he turns to you and takes off his gloves. "Kneel." He commands, and so you get down onto your knees in front of him. Extra pay and he's gonna knight you? This is too good! "Close your eyes."

That's a bit of a weirder request, but you really want to be Lady Debbie, so you do as he says. You hear the sound of a zipper being undone as he steps closer towards you, and suddenly something warm flops down onto your face. It rests there, ending over your closed eyelid, and whatever it is it's really warm. And big!! You want to know what the heck it is, but he told you to keep your eyes closed, so you do.

Hmmm... he doesn't say anything else, but it feels really warm on your face, and the smell's really making you feel things. Is he waiting for you to do something? Maybe it's a new ingredient? W-well, either way, you're kind of not in control anymore as the tip of your tongue escapes from your mouth in little flicks along its length. Hehehe~..... it feels like it's growing.

You get more into the licking, turning it into a full running of your tongue up and down it. Nghh.... What if you're doing something dirty? Well, if you are, then you didn't know about it, so it doesn't count.... e-even if it's getting a bit damp in your pants.

Whatever! The strong scent of the meaty thing is really getting to you, so after a little bit more licking you decide to actually try putting it in your mouth. You feel a bit empty without the warmth on your face, but that feeling is quickly gone as the thing fills your mouth completely while you suck and bob on the tip.

"Hah, woah!" The manager shouts from his position above your kneeling and submitted form. "They don't usually start right away -- you're a real little slut, aren't you?"

W-wait, what? Is this actually something dirty for real? Y-you thought that was just a little fantasy, if-

Your thoughts are quickly interrupted as a large pair of strong hands take a grip on the back of your head and ram you right along the thing and to its base. The meaty length you were just tasting is plunged down your throat, and you can feel something dangly resting on your chin as your saliva starts to pour out from the bottom of your mouth and over it. Y-you're ****!

"Ghk.....* Ghhckk!!" You gag, trying to let your manager know that you're having trouble breathing while still keeping your eyes shut. But he doesn't stop, and pretty soon your brain's going all foggy and your body's starting to slacken around the thing. A-are you gonna pass out.....?

As your arms fall limp at your sides, you're encouraged by the feeling of mild thrusting which pushes the thing slightly further down your throat but mainly serves to rock your head back and forth. Your body follows along as your head bobs on the big thing which is taking over your whole world.

"Yeah! Yeah, you good little goddamn whore, take it!"

Hee hee.... you're good? Yay! He thinks you're doing a good job! That makes you so happy~..... y-you're reeeally starting to feel.... a-are you gonna black out now?

"Fucking bitch, got me all worked up too fast." He says as he retracts from you and loosens his grip on the back of your head. You almost fall over backwards without his hands to support you, and as your airways are cleared you feel so hollow all of a sudden without the length in there....

You're still feeling all fuzzy, and your brain is still mush. You get the faintest feeling that it was rude of him to shove you onto him like that, but right now you feel more like it was rude for him to retract himself for you like that. S-still, you want to do a good job, don't you? You want to be a good whore for him, hehe.....

As the cock, which you now fully acknowledge as a cock since your silly defensive brain's been turned off, retracts from your mouth, you lick spirals with the edge of your tongue around it. Especially the rim of the head, giving it a proper cleaning before it leaves your mouth. It tastes pretty good!

Mmmm.... Cock~~...... You giggle, still with your eyes shut, and plant a little kiss on the head as it leaves your mouth. That's enough to push him over the edge, and he spurts his load all over your face in multiple cock-spasming shots. Cock cock cock! You just love cock~! Hehe....

You hear the sound of a zipper again as you lick away at some of the thick cream which landed on your face. It's really warm too.....

"Alright, that's the end of your shift, whore. You can get off your knees now."

You open up your eyes again. It's been a while of breathing, and your senses are starting to come back to you. Uhhh.... what just happened again? Y-you were just.... you helped him try a new food or something, right?

He hands you a pile of money, which you look at for a confused second before taking it and standing up. Oh, right, its money for the work you did! Yeah, you served a lot of people earlier. It looks like he gave you a tip, too! Hey, go you!

Something warm runs down to your drool-covering chin and drips off and onto your collar. What happened here again? D-did you..... Oh.... h-ha, g-guess the food was messy. You should probably clean up then, huh?

{else}Your shift goes pretty uneventfully, but you get to a lot of customers! More people come here than the fast food place, so in total you get to make about fourteen sub sandwiches and it makes you feel like such a valued and useful member of the school community.

Towards the end, though, {if NoraAskClass == True}Nora's partner Lola comes by again.{elseif NoraCuddle1 == True}Nora's roommate Lola comes by again.{else}that same third year comes by again. Lola was her name, right?{endif} She's wearing that same short and tight hot pink crop-top, and your eyes are drawn down to her fit belly and heaping underboob again. Isn't she cold? You feel like she'd get cold.... oh, wait, she just placed an order.

"S-sorry." You drag your eyes away from her exposed skin. "Um, could you say that again?"

"Sure!" She smiles brightly and repeats her order. You make the sandwich that she wants, wrap it up nicely in paper, and politely hand it over the counter to her. "But you know, there's nothing wrong with a bit of staring......" She says, pressing one end of the wrapped sandwich against her neck and slowly running it down her body, between her orbs, and to her belly button. You can't help but follow along with your eyes....

She brings up one hand to cover her mouth as she laughs cutely, and then turns and walks out of the Food Court with her wrapped meal. H-hey, wait, she didn't pay again! Oh, man, you'd better not build up a reputation as the girl who lets customers get stuff for free.{endif}

{elseif FoodWork == 3}Here you are again -- ready to make some money and put some smiles on some faces!

This time, when you ask if you can do some work, the person you talk to looks up your work history. They look really impressed! Apparently you did a really good job and got a really great report. So -- and this is really awesome -- they're ranking you up again, already! Today, you've moved up from the sub sandwich place after working there just once, and you get to do the bakery.

You love baking!{if BakeDone == 1} Baking's part of what got you here in the first place!{endif} So, with that great news and a huge grin on your face, you skip over to your little spot at the in-the-wall bakery. They've got croissants, finger buns, sausage rolls, normal bread -- they've got it all! And you get to hand it all out personally.

There's one other person working there at the same time as you, this time around, because the bakery gets a lot more busy than the burger place or the sub sandwich place. A lot of staff members and maintenance workers actually fully live at the school, weekends and everything, with fridges and microwaves and stuff in their living spaces -- so this is where they come to get stuff like bread, as well as just regular lunch. And cereal too. It's vaguely bready, so somebody decided this would be the best spot for selling it. There's a whole stash of cereal boxes in the backroom, behind a little curtain, and sometimes you've gotta go back there to get a customer a pack of sultana bran.

Hey, and speaking of customers, there are a lot! Way more than you've had before. You're handling it pretty well, and being just as friendly and bubbly as ever, when your co-worker puts a hand on your shoulder.

"I'm gonna go into the backroom for a while. Don't stop working, or you'll be letting all of these customers down. Good luck!"

.....Scary, but understandable. It's a weird thing to say, so you're about to ask him what he gonna do in there as he walks past you, but your attention is diverted by another customer who wants a ham and cheese pizza roll. Duty calls!

You're only up to the second customer in the line when a pair of hands reaches out from the curtain behind you and pulls your ass backwards by the hips. Woah! You have to take a few half-steps backwards to keep your balance, and end up mostly bent over at the counter with your whole lower half behind the back curtain.

"H-here you go..." You say, your voice wavering slightly as you hand off a brown paper bag of sausage rolls. At the same time, you feel something behind the curtain start to lower your pants down past your hips and to your mid-thighs -- i-is it a bakery monster of some sort? It must be! A bakery monster is trying to ruin the whole operation by targeting you while you're working on your own. You can't let it win!

Eep! It just won a little bit! A hand comes down and smacks your ass, bouncing off of it like a skipping stone. It wasn't hard or direct enough to hurt, but you definitely felt that. And the customer at the counter definitely saw you feel it too.... you give a small smile of reassurance, trying to show that everything's all good, but it's hard as the same hand delivers a few more spanks to your ass.

Wh-what's going on back there?? Well, anyway, it won't stop you from serving these customers.... it won't!!

"Wh-what can I get you?" You ask, face a bit flushed and voice unsteady. You're actually having to lean quite a lot of your weight on the counter to keep your composure, and even then, it's not really working.

A few more hardish spanks land on your rump. You'd describe the feeling as pain, but it's still not hard enough to actually hurt -- it's more like a light toothache, where the right word for it is pain, but it feels... k-kind good to bite down on it a bit anyway. Speaking of biting down, you start involuntarily chewing on your lip just a little bit as warmth spreads further across your face.

"Are you alright?" The woman on the other side of the counter asks.

"YES!!" You scream out as another smack takes you by surprise, breaking the rhythm it was just starting to establish. "Y-yes, yesyesyes! All good! Fine! Nothing that would s-stop service or, or.... oh...."

You have to close your eyes and lower your head as you lean against the counter more heavily. Your face is really red now, but your tushie is probably gonna be even redder. Worse still, you can actually feel a bit of a trickle of moisture starting down your inner thigh, even though it's just been spanking....

"Ohhh...." You moan.

"Have you got any more sultana bran?"

You're about to answer, when you freeze, mouth stuck in a tiny circle. Something just touched your pussy -- it didn't go in, but it felt like two fingertips just dragged along the lips, and flicked right across your clit. Your pupils dilate and for just a moment you forget where you even are. It's just the tingling of your tush and the electric static of your pussy -- and then you're brought back to the real world as a hand comes through the curtain and sets a box of sultana bran on the counter next to where you're resting your head.

"H-hmmm?" You ask, drearily, before you realise what's happened and spring up to attention. "Oh! Yes! Sult- here!"

You take the box in both hands, and hold them both out straight towards the woman. She gives you a judgemental look up and down, then cautiously plucks the box from your hands and leaves. You half-collapse forward onto the counter again, catching your breath. That was close.... the bakery monster nearly made you cum. Ah, wait! Your pants are still around your thighs!

You quickly scramble to pull them back up and conceal your wetness, immediately brought back to life by the realisation that that last customer just saw you like that. Thankfully, as you quickly turn your head around to look across the space, it looks like nobody else is in line just now, so you breathe a sigh of (slightly mortified) relief. Your co-worker walks back out from behind the curtain.

"Hey, did I miss anything?" He asks. You shake your head quickly a few times, to be more convincing. He glances across the Food Court. "Oh, hey. You cleared out the whole line. Nice work."

You give him a quick salute, on your partially-wobbly legs, and let yourself fall to rest on the counter again. Phew.... you really earned today's paycheque.

{elseif FoodWork == 4} up to a bakery, tricked by customer

{elseif FoodWork == 5} up to working at the cafe!

{endif}