The soup kitchen

"Our Lady of Eternal Solitude's Soup Kitchen". Muffy pouted and huffed. A soup line? really?

Muffy arrived with barely a minute to spare. Her brand new Porsche screetched to a halt before a sad, brick building on a sad corner in this depressingly drab town. It was an overcast day, so Muffy had worn a faint grey eyeshadow to go with the clouds. She walked with a confident swagger into the soup kitchen's front door to find that no one was even in line yet.

"Ahh, you must be Musky." said a wrinkled old nun. "I'm sister Agatha."

"Muffy." she said with a hint of annoyance. "When does this place open, anyway?" she asked. The nun smiled and beckoned her forward. Muffy looked around at the plainly painted walls, the dawning Sun starting to spill in from the windows, and the empty cafeteria-style seating. "200 hours of this..." she thought. She was glad her purse was full of a wide variety of medicines of questionable legality.

"Oh, we don't open for another hour or so. Why don't you make your way in the back to help the volunteers get set up. I'll go to the shelter to tell them that the food is on the way. And as I understand it, you can't afford a bad report from us, so please do attempt to make friends; or else I hear your suspended sentence gets revoked and you'll be serving time." The old nun said as she smiled at Muffy. She watched Sister Agatha exit the building.

"Okay." Muffy thought. Everything she had said was true. Muffy huffed and shook her head. She looked herself up and down. "Well, at least I'll probably make a lot of friends in this outfit." she thought. She'd never been in a position of weakness, and didn't realize that her exposed flesh, her visibly hard nipples under an ultra-thin top, and her long, smooth legs might as well have been a dinner bell to the wolves...

She opened the door to the kitchen, and gasped when she saw the volunteers...

They were the filthiest, dirtiest old men she'd even seen! The three of them were shoveling soup into paper bowls and placing them on a wheeled cart. They'd not noticed her yet; and if it was one thing Muffy couldn't stand was not being noticed. She coughed a bit. None of them even glanced up. The faint smell of motor oil and old fruit wafted from them. She coughed louder, and tapped her toe. Still nothing.

"Hmpff!" she thought, her frustration growing. "I'll get their attention..." she thought, and wicked grin split her face.