Women Are Plates - Nyotaimori

Miu considered herself a fairly unlucky person. When she first started college, she tried to find a job and it didn't go well. It wasn't her fault. She was constantly looking for a job, but all the good companies wanted her to work full time or as an unpaid intern. Since she needs the job to pay for college, the internship was out of the question. So was working full time with all her studying and homework that she was doing. The only other jobs that were willing to hire her were full of perverts, and she refused to wear a sheer uniform or let an employer grope her, just so she could get a job.

She eventually graduated and the college started wanting their monthly payments and she was starting to get **** to pay them back. It was why she finally agreed to one of the better of the perverted choices. To be a waitress. The shorts she was given as part of her uniform outlined her curves way too well. It almost looked like she was wearing paint. The large amount of cleavage she was **** to show, along with not being allowed to wear a bra, made working there awful. But it was something.

One day, she was starting the day by greeting her boss when she felt it. A sudden gust of wind against her, almost knocking her over. Her boss looked at her with a bit of uneasy before speaking, "Don't worry, you'll do a great job! You basically just have to lay down and do nothing. They might give you a Vial if they want to start asking you questions, but mostly it'd be like your watching the strangest dream."

She barely understand a word coming out of his mouth. It felt like he in the middle of a conversation with her, something they clearly weren't in the middle of. When her boss handed her a water bottle, she quickly drank it down, hoping it'd get rid of her headache. Instead, the world went dark.

Slowly her eyes opened and she was looking up at the roof, a waiter pushing her somewhere. She didn't recognize him and almost closed her eyes after realizing that he must be a new employee. That's all it was, it was nothing for her to worry about. He'd likely take her to an ambulance since she passed out and everything would be okay... Then she felt it... Or more accurately, didn't feel it.She couldn't move her hands.

Her head could barely move. It was as if there was 1000 pounds attached to it. But, she tried. Slowly she moved lifted her head, just an inch or two up and looked down at her body. Her bare body covered in food. It was easier, but still took just as much effort to look to the sides where other waitresses, her coworkers, were laying down on carts. Their bare bodies being used as a plates... Not just plates, toys. One of her coworkers was having her mouth fucked by a guest.

The sight was enough to make her jump out of the cart... But she couldn't. The only part of her that would move was her head. Then she remembered what her boss did. That water wasn't water, was it? Part of the mystery finally clicked into place at her boss's betrayal, though there were much more questions she wanted answered. How was he not getting in trouble for this? The way that everyone is acting like this is normal, it must have been going on for a while. Even Rylie, the person she was closest to at work was bouncing on someones lap while two others licked chocolate off her nipples, all with a smile on her face.

Most importantly, how was this kept a secret from her? She's been doing a lot of shifts recently, even into the night. If these events were so common, she would've noticed it already. Before a dozen more questions and anxious thoughts could fill her head, she noticed the table she was heading towards. She tried to open her mouth to beg the waiter to turn her around take her back to the boss, but all that came out was gibberish sounds from her lips and cheers from the people she hoped would never see her like this.