Chapter originally written by PhoenixStriker)
At first glance, the room you found yourself in was not particularly noteworthy. It was a fairly sparse room with minimal furnishings or decorations, save for a worn motivational poster hastily taped to the wall. The only furniture was a simple round table and three old wooden chairs. Then, there was a wall of cubby holes presumably taking the place of traditional lockers, a dusty full-sized mirror, and a single wall outlet that was already plugged full of recharging cell phones.
If you hadn't been here countless times before, it would've seemed like any other depressingly soulless room. However, you HAD been dragged in here (both voluntarily and, more frequently, involuntarily) countless times, so you recognized it instantly. It was the employee break room at Diane's Diner, the family restaurant where your sister worked part time.
Speaking of your sister, you looked her up and down as she held you in front of her. She'd already changed into her work uniform, which basically consisted of an unflattering black-and-red striped button-up blouse, matching miniskirt, and the bright and sparkly nametag that read 'MISS JENNA' pinned right below her left breast pocket. From the way your sister tugged at her collar with her free hand, it was clear that she still wasn't used to the uniform on a comfort level.
Diane's Diner went for an "old timey hospitality" aesthetic, so a mild amount of traditional charming formality was expected from all of the staff. Some of the guests played along, but many also just came in for a quick bite to eat in their short shorts and crop tops, looking a bit out of place. For as much as the break room was shoddy and empty, the rest of the diner was furnished to the brim with homey decorations and cozy lighting. The entire establishment was meant to evoke feelings of old family dining from decades long past.
Your sister grimaced as she adjusted her stiff blouse's collar. "God, these uniforms suck. Who cares what I'm wearing except for creepy old men?" She pulled a loose strand of hair back into her hastily twirled ponytail, and straightened her glasses.
You couldn't resist chuckling. "I don't know, sis. You look the part to me." You cleared your throat. "Miss, I'll take a deluxe hamburger with a side of waffle fries."
Jenna's eyes narrowed. "Laugh it up, Matt. I didn't bring you along to curb your boredom. You're here for to help me with MINE."
Something about the way Jenna phrased that sent a shiver down your spine, and you stopped your teasing. "I-I was just joking, Jenna."
Your sister grinned. "Oh? Well, I wasn't. Whether you like it or not, I'm putting you to work. A lazy little tiny like you needs to earn his keep, right?"
"I'm not employed here!" You insisted.
Jenna's smirk only widened. "Just means you won't be paid, right? Not really my problem." She lifted her thumb and squished your face in before you could continue with your protests over Jenna's treatment of you. Her huge digit left your lips smushed in on themselves, and you could only mumble angrily as you picked at your lips to try and pry them apart. Jenna laughed at your plight, then finished the final touches on striaghtening her uniform.
As she did so, the break room door opened, and someone walked in. You tried to turn to look, only to find your sister's grip on you far too tight to budge. Still, as the mysterious person let out an excited squeal, it wasn't hard to realize who it was.
"OMG! We're shift buddies today?" The exuberant voice of Ashley exclaimed. "That's, like, totally awesome, Jenna!"
Your sister tucked one final strand of disobedient hair into her ponytail, and turned to face her best friend. She smiled warmly. "It is, isn't it. Plus, a little friend tagged along to pitch in today!" She lifted you up and dangled you in front of Ashley's face.
Ashley blinked in surprise, but that surprise quickly morphed into adoration. She leaned closer to you, strawberry-scented breath washing over you as she smiled her brilliantly shining smile. As always with Ashley, a glimmer of playful flirtation danced in her eyes.
"AWW!!!" She gushed loudly, overwhelming your tiny ears. "Hey there little cutie! You came just to spend time with little old me today, huh?" She teased, winking. "Glad to have you along, Matt. Today will, like, totally be more fun with you here!"
You feebly smiled back, always short of breath trying to keep up with Ashley's mile-a-minute attitude. "Y-Yeah. Happy to...uh...be here."
As you talked to her, your eyes couldn't help but skim lower from her face, towards the rest of her body. You noted her 'MISS ASHLEY' nametag, but your eyes nearly bulged out upon taking in her full appearance further down.
Though she was just wearing the normal Diane's Diner uniform, it obviously had an entirely different effect than the majority of the staff. Whereas Jenna appeared modest and plainly attractive in the uniform, Ashley's ludicrously curvaceous body was a whole other story. The swell of her prodigious chest stretched the fabric of her blouse to the extreme, and a fair bit of cleavage was revealed where one of the buttons had already popped loose. Her miniskirt, on the other hand, flared out due to the redhead's extremely wide hips, and her gargantuan booty pushed out the back of the skirt so much that you didn't even have to crane your head to see up her skirt. What was supposed to be a simplistic and unflattering uniform was an eye-catching emphasis of Ashley's killer body.
Ashley, picking up on your staring, giggled and winked again, causing you to flush bright red. Try as you might to ignore her, you constantly found yourself to weak too resist staring, even though you knew it only encouraged the redhead's generally unwanted flirtations.
Ashley straightened and stepped back, and you noticed she was wearing an apron tied around her midsection. Apparently, while your sister was just a waitress, Ashley was one of the chefs in the kitchen. It made sense, the more you thought about it, as Ashley was always a whiz in the kitchen, whipping up countless delicious delicacies (often with the completely unintended bonus ingredient of YOU). It always amazed you how Ashley could so apparently have only a single sad little brain cell when it came to common sense and being careful around you, and yet be so talented in other areas. Just your terrible luck, you surmised.
With a wave, Ashley skipped out of the break room, and Jenna followed a moment later, still keeping you pinched in her grasp. She left the break room, which was in the back of the kitchen, and she walked to an area near the front cash register counter where she could get a better look at the layout of Diane's Diner, and decide where best she could let you go that would be the most fun.
Out in the dining area, Diane's Diner was surprisingly packed given it was so early in the morning, though maybe that had something to do with the diner's reputation for whipping up delicious pancake and bacon breakfast meals. Surely Jenna could find a use for you in helping her wait on tables.
She then turned to look at the front counter, where a weary looking girl was just finishing ringing up a large group order. Jenna didn't know much about her, but knew she always took a break at about this time. If she took her break, the register would be empty right before a big rush of new customers. Jenna grinned at the thought.
Lastly, Jenna glanced back at the kitchen, where she could make out the bright red hair of her best friend bustling to and fro. Jenna always did love leaving you at the mercy of Ashley, knowing full well humiliating and painful crushing and squishing was in your future when Ashley was involved. Add in a whole kitchen of danger, and Jenna figured it could be a recipe for hilarious disaster.
Left dangling uselessly in your sister's hand, you were defenseless as she decided your fate for you. What does she pick?
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1) Jenna tucks you into her breast pocket so you can help her wait tables. The first table she approaches is a trio of girls she recognizes from her college classes, and she knows they love to mess with tinies. She drops you off with them to handle their order, then leaves you to fend for yourself.
2) Jenna has you sub in at the register as the other employee takes her break, then leaves you all by yourself to handle a job you know nothing about. Just as she's out of sight, a group of haughty, entitled women arrive to place their order.
3) Jenna decides to keep things simple, and hands you off to Ashley so she can have a little 'cooking buddy' for the day. Ashley is all smiles and flirty winks, and despite your misgivings, you decide to give your all helping her. Do things go predictably wrong?
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