Madison tucked the t-shirt down into her tight jeans. This pair was a bit small, and after she squeezed her ass into it there wasn't much left to the imagination. She put her hair in a ponytail and wrapped the grimy half-apron around her waist and hopped in her car to drive to work.
Madison was grateful that she didn't have to work in fast food, but the diner where she worked, Danny's, wasn't a big step up. It was the sort of place people went to for a budget breakfast or a hot meal when they were drunk late at night and nothing else was open, but it was hardly a steakhouse or one of the fancier seafood places. Still, going in early today meant that she'd get good tips from the breakfast crowd.
The morning rush was just beginning as Madison clocked in. She grabbed her notepad and walked up to her first table for the day...
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