Lunch with a view

You stare at the man for several moments as you slowly realize what he's asking of you. You're overcome slightly by sheer surprise and validation. You can't help but feel appreciated by the gentleman. His eyes still locked with yours, you smile timidly.

Slowly you turn, you feel his eyes drift downward. You glance back just to be sure and see his gaze locked on your rear. Slowly, and as seductively as you can, you bend down to get the fork. You hear the gentleman usher a brutish groan as you peer back again to see him roughly massaging his crotch. You snap back up, doing your best to arch you back. The man's gaze eats at you. You can feel his eyes undressing you as his mind plays through unknown scenarios.

As you return his fork, you find yourself more surprised by your actions than his. You just offered yourself to be ogled and lusted over by another man for no other reason than a potential tip. You mind drifts as your heart flutters. You feel... strangely complimented more than anything else.

***

You follow out the rest of your shift, taking specific note that the gentleman only tipped you an extra couple bucks. You feel a bit used, but can't help feeling overall more pleased with the situation than not.

You return to {boss_name} once the lunch rush dies down to receive your cut of the tips. "Here you go, sweetie. And don't think I missed you working extra hard for this. Keep it up and you'll make a killing here."

You count out the cash, not as good as yesterday, even with the extra effort. However, {boss_name} picks up on your displeasure, "Lunch can be hit or miss. The big money come in during dinner. Especially on the weekend. Once you get a bit more experience, we'll get you sized for a uniform so you can join the full team." You feel a smile cross your face, though you don't entirely know why.

You slowly make your way home, eager to start on the rest of your chores.