Learning to please

You make it to the restaurant with only minutes to spare as guests have already begun to pour in for the lunch rush. You hesitate as you approach, however, taking note of the bright orange sign on the side of the building: Hooters. You make your way inside to find exactly what you expected, women in tight outfits serving men of all shapes and sizes. Before long, a gorgeous young brunette approaches you. You can't help but glance down at her well displayed cleavage. "Hey, sweetie, I'm Emily. Are you here by yourself." You stumble through a clunky explanation and go over the misunderstanding. However, as you ramble on the visible disinterest grows more and more apparent on Emily's sweet face.

"You'll have to talk to Mr. Schline about that," Emily abruptly cuts you off. "Excuse me, I have tables." With that she leaves, beckoning over a large man with a shaved head and a round gut. "Emily said you were looking for the manager." You catch his eyes scanning you up and down, his strangely hungry gaze landing lingering somewhat at your accentuated hips. "Can I help you?"

Mr. Schline is a bit surprised as you were, obviously expecting to be interviewing a girl. "Well, under normal circumstances I'd say thanks but no thanks, but as you can see things are pretty busy. Tell ya what. You help the girls bus tables today, if we like each other then you can come back. You might not be the usual offering, but I've heard of plenty of crossdressers who can make a killing in this line of work!"

You're shocked by his words, and desperately try to offer an explanation. You stammer and stutter at him for a couple brief sentences, before he cuts you off again. He leads you into the kitchen and runs you through some of the areas you'll be interacting with. Soon thereafter you find yourself shadowing Emily, bussing her tables and following her with dishes and drinks. Within the hour you're dutifully serving each of the waitresses, fulfilling each instruction given to you.