Naked Service Window Attendant

I arrived at the address Cynthia gave me with 17 minutes to spare, parking in an empty spot in front of an old mechanics garage connected to the Reyes Junkyard next door. Out of the car, I walked over to the open garage door and saw Cynthia loading supplies in her truck along with another girl in her late twenties helping her, both in the same uniform.

“Hello!” I called out and waved getting their attention, Cynthia smiling and the other girl freezing in shock at the sight of my jiggling boobs. “Good, you’re early, lets go inside and get settled. Tina, can you finish loading the truck?” Causing Tina to unfreeze and nod.

“We just need to get some necessary paperwork out of the way, and then I’ll explain your new job.” She said entering a small office. She pulled on some forms for me to fill, then left the office to help finish loading, after giving me another sheet of papers that had the Burger Chics menu on it. When I was done completing the forms I read the menu and what was available, memorizing everything I could. The specials, what drinks we served, and the food prices, I memorized them quickly, not forgetting a single thing since gaining a perfect memory.

When she came back later I handed her the forms, which she promptly put in a file cabinet. “Alright, lets discuss your responsibilities, don’t worry about the menu, I know it will take awhile to properly memorize it.” She said, then continued on “You will be our Service Window Attendant, it will be your responsibility to take customers’ orders, serve food and beverages, prepare itemized checks, and accept payments, and know the menu, as well as the daily specials. You will also need to be professional and polite. There are two main spots we service, the lunch crowd at Haulover and the dinner crowd at the Bayside Maketplace. We are active for two, four hour shifts a day, Tuesday through Saturday, and sometimes work special events. Do you have any questions? Good.” After shaking my head.

We then headed out of the office to another part of the garage, which had another with supplies and a walk-in freezer On the opposite side. She then pulled two hairnets out of a drawer. “Do you want the small or large?” I chose large, I didn’t want to put my hair up. “You don’t have to put it on until we get there. Now, let me show you the truck.” As she walked back to the garage.

It’s a nice size, 10’ by 30’ with a 40 inch by 72 inch window on the rear left side that opens into an awning to provide shade. In the front are located a 22 cubic foot fridge and freezer on each side with a large flat screen mounted vertically between them, a stove and flat grill on the left with a hood above and sinks and prep counter on the right. There is another counter in front of the rear side window, with a worktop generator at the end and on the other side a refrigerated prep table next to a clear fridge with drinks inside. A touch screen cash register is mounted to the counter, and linked to the flat screen display at the front of the truck.

“And this is my little sister who you met order.” She introduced me when done showing me around.

“Hello, Tina Mitchel, I help Cynthia with the food.” She said as I shook her hand.

“My husband Daniel manages the junkyard with his father and has his guys maintain the truck. Usually I don’t work alone like yesterday, but the last girl quit days ago and Tina had a cold. You’re the first one to apply, well girl to apply, for the job. The side of our truck says Burger ‘Chics’, but some guys just too stupid. Anyways, let me show you how to work the POS and then we can leave.”

She showed my the system an d the process of taking orders, which was really easy since everything was programmed in, even the daily specials. She had me repeat everything back and seemed a little amazed that I picked it up so quickly.

“It’s no problem, I have a perfect memory. I remember everything since I was six.” Then suddenly shuddered as I recalled a nine year old me walking into my parents bedroom on a stormy night and seeing my mom riding my dad like a cowgirl. “Even if I don’t want to.”

“If your mind is that good, why were you working all those crappy jobs?” Cynthia asked. “Sometime life gets in the way, you know? Besides, I never felt college was for me, working at some high powered job and being so caught up in your work that you miss everything happening around you. And going into the scientific field? Just because I have the capacity to understand how things work, doesn’t mean I want to be a scientist.”

Cynthia paused in thought “To each their own I guess.” She then finished helping Tina while I watched, observing where all the supplies went.

When everything was loaded and locked down, I followed them out the back. Up front in the cab, Cynthia started the vehicle, while Tina and I got in, with me in the middle seat. Cynthia backed the truck out of the garage and then made way to Haulover.