Canteen!

Faith blew a long sigh of resignation, puffing her cheeks as she sat back and stretched, flexing her neck and shoulders. She was hungry but also in that mindset where you wanted things to happen without having to actually do it.

She pushed herself away from the desk and sniffed,

“You want to just a bite from the canteen and bum about for a few hours?” She didn’t relish the thought of sitting around for two hours until the presentation but then again it was too hours with Mel so at least the conversation wouldn’t be boring.

‘Or the view...’ Faith thought, eyes darting to the older woman’s short skirt, perfectly framing her mouth watering bubble butt.

Mel pulled a face and stuck her tongue out, “Bleh. They never have anything good.” But she stood up anyway, pulling on a off black jacket with a red lining that hugged her midriff and pushed her already huge boobs up even higher creating a valley of boobage that drew Faith’s eyes despite the brunette's best effort to not be a perv.

“Come on, maybe it’ll be decent today!” Faith said with exaggerated enthusiasm and smiled as Mel giggled, letting out adorable little snorts as she did.

“God, no one that sexy should be allowed to be that cute.” Faith thought, swallowing before shaking herself, “Damnit! What the hell is wrong with me today? Something about her today is just driving me wild! Maybe she did something with her hair?”

After a short transit down the elevator they emerge into the office’s eating area. It wasn’t much, just a small sandwich and deli counter that the company hired out. They only did lunch and what they did do was pretty mediocre. The staff consisted of a bored looking dropout with acne and mean faced battle axe of a woman that Mel and Faith had nicknamed “The dinner lady.”

“Oh no!” Mel moaned in despair, “She’s working today...I’m not sure if I can handle her today...” Mel said miserably.

Mel was one of the a strongest people Faith knew, The old hag must have said something pretty bad to have Mel so **** to go in.

“Has she got worse?” Faith asked and Mel nodded, grimacing, “Last time she called me a wanton Jezebel who-" She broke off, suddenly weary, “Ah whatever, it doesn’t matter. We can’t get rid of her until the contract expires and their complaints department might as well not exist.

“Do...Do you still want to go in? We can still go somewhere else.”

“Yes. I’m not going to let this old bat beat me. I’m going to have a incredibly mediocre sandwich and enjoy it!” Mel said, squaring her shoulders and matching in with a look if defiance in her face. Faith has to trot to keep up and almost runs into the back of Mel when she suddenly stops in front of the counter.

“Anything good?” Faith says, the shorter woman peeking over Mel's shoulders at the semi-edible layout behind the glass barrier with trepidation on her face.

Her expression rapidly changes, matching Mel's look of delighted surprise as she sees a smorgasbord of greenery and high quality sandwiches.

“Damn. They give you guys a pay rise or something, Ash?” Mel says, already playing up several spoonful’s of fresh, crisp salad. Ash, caught between staring at his phone and staring at Mel’s tits merely shrugged, boredom etched on every inch of his face.

Faith followed suite piling on a large portion of pasta salad and a ham and cheese sandwich on seeded wholemeal bread hoping to make up for her rushed breakfast.

The dinner lady glared at them, beady eyes creasing as she glared down at their large portions before flicking back up to Faith and Mel and ringing up their purchase.

“Hang on! This is almost double then what the sign says!” Faith cried, outraged to which the crag faced old woman sneered and stared down at her plate pointedly.

“An' that’s almost double what a proper lady would have.” She sneered, gnarled hands open expectantly for the payment.

“What do you mean a “Proper lady?”” Mel frowned, coming to her friends defence, hackles raised against the stooped back old bag.

“I mean” She went on, “That some woman should be conscious of how other view them and how it makes the rest of us look.” She said sharply before shooting a sharp look at Faith,

“And some woman should be conscious of their waistline.” She said dryly, scorn in her voice.

Mel made an outraged noise, to angry to speak and faith sputtered,

“Oh, and your a perfect example of poise, fashion and youthful beauty?” She snarled rhetorically.

A sharp crack that was heard by nobody echoed round the canteen as the dinner lady stood straight without a stoop for the first time in decades. Wrinkles and blemishes sloughed off of her, face tightening as she regained almost half a century in the space of thirty seconds

The birds nest of grey tangles that passed as the old lady's hair exploded outwards, growing and regrowing as it thickened, gaining such volume and lustre as it cascaded down woman’s back. Fiery locks of scarlet hair looped back on itself, folding and styling itself before fitting itself snugly under the bonnet the catering staff had to wear.

She grew taller, more slender as years of flab either floated to the breasts, thighs and ass or simply vanished leaving behind taut pale skin. Her breast swelled behind the polo shirt she wore, pert C-cups pressing making interesting shapes behind the apron she wore.

Long lithesome legs moved with delicate grace, one crossing the other as the scarlet haired model leaned over the counter and quirked a delicate eyebrow at Faith’s question.

“it would lower me to feel the need to prove myself to one such as you but to answer your question...” She removes her hat and loosens her hair in one smooth elegant gesture, swinging her head back and forth and letting her thick hair flow down like the world’s best conditioner commercial.

Faith and Mel stayed silent, the first girl blushing with embarrassment as well as something else. She felt foolish for even asking the question, her mouth outpacing her brain. Even worse she felt foolish for making herself look foolish in front of the most beautiful and bitchiest women she had ever met.

Faith would never admit it but she was even hotter than Mel. Everything about her exuded a calm collected sex appeal. One that everyone strived for but no one ever attained.

In both mimicry or sexual conquest.

Mel and Faith had even given her the nickname “Ice queen" for how disinterested the woman was with any kind if attention.

Faith wanted to scream. It wasn’t fair! How could someone so hot be such a bitch.

With a furious flush still on her face she handed over the money, trying not to notice the perfectly suited perfume that tickled her nostrils or the electric feeling of those delicate fingers grazing her palm as the Queen overcharged her.

“Enjoy your meal.” IQ said, a bare trace of mockery in her voice that might has well have been a scream as the pair trudged over to the furthest table away from the counter.