Finishing up work

You manage to make it through the majority of the rest of your shift without further incident. You had to threaten a homeless man who was smoking in the bathroom to “get the fuck out” but other than that, everything went alright. A few customers kept ogling you and your obvious lack of bra through your thin shirt. Thankfully, the short shorts you picked absorb the various fluids leaking from your vagina. Unfortunately, the rough denim on the inside of the shorts plays hell over your stretched and pierced pussy lips.

You manage however. And by the end of the shift, you have behaved yourself well. You clock out for the day and head for your car. It’s late afternoon and the sky is a pretty pink and orange when you emerge. You don’t have to smell yourself to know you smell like French fries, it’s an ever present smell that tells almost anyone who comes close “Hey I work in fast food!”.