Freddy's personal assistant

"My dad owns this place and he'd kill me if I hired you... but he did just give me a huge bonus to my allowance. Why don't I hire you as my assistant?" The teen girl looks at Freddy in astonishment. THIS was the other job offer? Fat Freddy's assistant? Why would he even need one?

Kittie doesn't look too impressed with the offer. Freddy notices the sour look on her face, and he has to think on his feet about how to sell this idea to the goth girl. "I know it's not the best job, but it's all I can do for you. You can say no if you want, but... it'd be hard to get *any* job if you're homeless."

He wields the last sentence like a knife, burying it in Kittie's chest, reminding her of their respective positions. The chubby loser manages to finally stop talking, his freckled face bright red from his excitement, a hopeful little smile playing at his blubbery lips. The jaded goth girl in front of him appeared to be seriously considering his offer.

Kittie runs her fingers through her dark hair in frustration. This nerd was going to kill her social life, but she wouldn't have much of one on the streets either. And it was only temporary, until she could graduate high school.

Also, Freddy WAS being nice to her right now. How bad could he be? "Okay... but only if the pay is fair. No trying to pay me $1 to clean your underwear, or something gross like that."

A huge smile of relief crosses his face. "Yeah, totally fair, I promise!" He eagerly stretches out his sweaty hand to shake hers. He couldn't wait to tell his dad the good news; he'd only just turned 18, and he was already making business deals. He fights the urge to celebrate his new girlfriend, but manages to hold it together.

"Perfect. I'll see you at school tomorrow, and you can sign the job offer then. First thing in the morning, be at my locker."

He starts to leave, but feels emboldened and turns back with a pervy little smile. "And wear something cute tomorrow. I'm not paying you to look depressed." The plump manager strolls to the back of the store, leaving his coworkers a little shocked at his new attitude.

Kittie wastes no time in getting up to leave, eager to get away from her new boss/boyfriend and the colorful interior of McDarnold's. She finally felt like things were looking up; Freddy was a geek, but he wasn't completely terrible. She could easily get through this situation, and probably wouldn't even need to work very hard. Proud of her ingenuity, she hops into her Prius and drives off, pleased with herself but a little nervous.

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I'm back, and continuing this story. I've made a few edits to match my current writing style, and even changed Kittie into a big tiddy goth girl. It's still early in the story and Kittie hasn't been humiliated yet, but you can drop a comment to let me know what you think, or if you'd like to see certain things.

Thanks for reading!