"Knockers Sports Bar and Grill"

"Knockers." she thought. Knockers was a sports themed restaurant that took it's business model from Hooters; i.e young, attractive women in revealing attire serving pub food to men not bold enough to go to strip clubs. Its logo was a winking weasel holding a clenched fist in one hand, and giving the thumbs up sign with the other. Faye sighed. She wasn't even one of the evening girls that got the frat crowd, which was reserved for girls with more seniority; who got significantly more tips. The lunch girls, like her, had to work a bit harder to get their tips; usually from the senior crowd.

She walked in, trying her best to avoid Dale, the daytime manager. She didn't want to deal with his shit today. "Faye!" he said, as she cursed under her breath. "Meet me in the office." he said. She waved in a way that signified that she had heard him but was also in a hurry. Once in the stock room, she quickly stripped her clothes off. The franchise apparently didn't see the need of having an actual dressing room, so the girls had to change there; a fact that the cooks and cashiers took full advantage of. She'd gotten so used to them "needing to get some more onion rings" just as she was changing that she just accepted they'd all seen her partially or fully nude at this point. She reached behind her, and unclasped her bra. "Knockers" had a strict "No bra or panties" policy. Tiffany, one of her co-workers, was also in the stock room. Tiffany was a bleach bond, perfectly tanned airhead that made money on the side at the local strip club, and; if rumors be true, one that really went the extra mile in the private booths.

"Hey, Faye. Listen, I gotta bounce. My puppy Moxie has a vet appointment in 20. I really worked up table 12, so they'll be ready to give a nice tip. You'll be taking my section, so...you're welcome!" she said, pulling a tight sports bra on to match her yoga pants.

"Alright. " she said, wincing slightly. Tiffany was a little, well, a lot more tolerant of roaming hands than Faye was. She pulled on her tight white top and adjusted her lovely pale breasts to provide the corperately mandated "40% exposure" of her cleavage. "Just curious, who are they?" she asked.

"Just some geezers." she said, waving as she left. Faye sighed. The elderly in Fawndale were notoriously "touchy", but they tended to tip very, very well. She shimmied into her plaid skirt that came to about mid-thigh, and slid her panties down her smooth legs. She held the flimsy corporate-issued green thong and thought about her crushing $70,000 student loan. She stepped into it, hoisted it over her shapely thighs, and turned to that the fry chef had been "getting stock" the entire time. She smiled a sarcastic smile, and opened the door.

She made her way to the office. Dale was sitting in there, typing frantically. "You wanted to see me?" she said, closing the door behind her. He was a disgusting man in his late twenties, almost 60lbs overweight and balding. He looked up.

"Yes. Don't sit, this won't take long." he said, clicking on the keyboard for another minute before looking at her. "Faye, I'll get right to it: you fucking suck. The staff doesn't like you, the customers don't like you, and frankly I don't like you. Your sales are shit, your scores are shit." he said. Faye shifted in place. The only other place in town that was hiring was one of the old folk's home, and she really didn't want to end up there.

"I'll put it to you bluntly: get your customer satisfaction scores up, or you are gone. And I don't mean in a pay period, or a month. If you don't have 100% by the end of the day, you are fucking fired. You got me?" he said. Faye looked down. She knew that the other girls let customers get away with a LOT more than she did. "Now then, its a school day, so there are no kids here; and you know what kind of crowd shows up here on school days. Do I have to spell it out for you?" he asked. Faye sheepishly shook her head. "So make your choice: get your scores up, or go give sponge baths to perverts in the old folks home."

Faye bit her lip, and said...