I thought about what it wuld be like to be more like Kenny or the others. Dmitri and I had just had this exact conversation at lunch – what would he say if I turned this down? What was holding me back? Worry about my attractiveness? And the food at PolyBurger was really, REALLY good. "All right," I said, finally. "I'll do it."
"Me too," Amber said. "What the hell, right?" That surprised me – a girl that beautiful willing to stuff herself with fast food to keep a minimum-wage job?
"Great," said Kenny, heaving himself out of his chair. "Tell you what, I'll get someone to cover your shifts, why don't you take whatever you want to eat and have it in the break area?"
"Are you serious?" I asked, but Amber was way ahead of me. As soon as she heard that, she spring out of her chair and made for the kitchen, grabbing burgers and boxes of fries and loading them onto a tray in a huge pile. I followed, her, quite bewildered, and began to do the same.
Julie, a large and pretty brunette who was working the register, saw the two of us and laughed. "It's about time!" she said over her shoulder. "You're making us all look bad!"
Amber had already sat down when I got to the break room and was mainlining burgers dripping with grease. I sat down across from her and dug in as well. I had just had lunch, but PolyBurger food wasn't to be turned down at any time for day.
When I saw Amber come up for air sometime later, I asked her, "So – what made you say yes?"
"You kidding?" she snorted, rubbing her stomach. "We're getting paid to eat, you do realise that?"
"I suppose so," I said. "But doesn't this seem a little strange to you?"
"Three words: gift, horse, mouth," said Amber, and dived back into her pile of food. Soon enough she went to refill her tray, and I found myself thinking that she was probably absolutely right.
Much later, Julie came into the break room to change out of her work clothes, saying, "Man, you guys are still here?"
"What, you mean that's the end of shift?" I said, or tried to through a mouth full of fries. My pace has slowed to grazing, but if that was right, I'd been eating for six solid hours. I look off my work shirt and saw that my t-shirt underneath had ridden up a bit on my round, tight stomach.
Amber took of her work shirt too, and as she was putting it in her bag (grabbing half a quadruple cheese burger with her other hand) I couldn't help but look at her. She was wearing a white tank top that showed off her fantastic cleavage to great effect, and didn't disguise very well her now bulging belly. She looked up at me, and grinned. "This is going to be fun."
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