Ballers

If Kittie nearly accepted one degrading food service job, she could accept another. Ballers was just a restaurant full of annoying people, and Kittie figured she could handle that; usually people just annoyed her for free. Some of the high school cheerleaders had worked there, and none of them had complained too much. Plus, if some of the customers got a little rude, Kittie had a sharp enough tongue to shut them down.

Pulling into the parking lot, the big titted teen scopes the place out a little before she works up the courage to just do it. Climbing out of her little Prius, the well-dressed goth girl walks inside the restaurant.

It's an interesting scene, to be sure. Sports memorabilia lines every wall, representing every level, from varsity to pro. Football, baseball, and hockey stuff is littered about everywhere, but the main focus is basketball, with one wall dedicated solely to the game. In particular, a large number of the items were from one player Kittie didn't recognize.

Being mid Sunday afternoon, the place had a few tables gathered to watch the NFL games. Waitresses were buzzing around, all of them dressed in degrading versions of basketball uniforms. Each of them was wearing a hot pink crop top featuring the Ballers logo across the tits and a white number 69 on the back.

Moving downward, each waitress also wore a pair of white athletic booty shorts, knee high white socks, and pink hi-tops. They reminded Kittie of a picture she once saw, Lola Bunny in a slutty version of her Space Jam uniform. The resemblance couldn't be a coincidence.

She approaches a waitress who doesn't appear busy, a pretty brunette standing at the server station and texting on her phone. She looks up at Kittie and quickly stows the phone in the station.

"Do you need something, sweetie?"

Kittie furrows her brow a little at the unwelcome pet name, but keeps herself focused.

"Yeah, can I speak to the hiring manager?"

The server's attitude changes now, as this big titted teen in front of her has gone from customer to competition. "Hmm... yeah, I guess." With a glare, she turns and quickly walks back to the kitchen, leaving Kittie behind.

The goth girl looks around the restaurant as she waits on the manager to show up. A few of the male customers have noticed her, and more of them start to glance her way, not sure whether to enjoy the game or Kittie's oversized tits straining against her tight black blouse.

Without any warning, Kittie feels a painful smack on her ass, loud enough to draw attention and strong enough to **** her young body into the server station. A pitcher of water goes flying, its contents spilling all over the floor, along with a plate of jalapeño poppers the waitresses had been snacking on.

The teenager looks around in horror at the mess, and then turns around to find her assailant, her delicate pale skin blushing a deep red from embarrassment and anger.