musicankane
I blew a monkey once.
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Jake had been working in restaurants his whole life. His career consisted of ups and downs, ranging from positions as managers, to bus boys. Each job came with pros and cons and he found himself more drawn to the lower end of the scale than the management nonsense. Responsibility was not his thing. He just wanted to show up, do his job, then go the fuck home.
He was happiest when he could sit in front of his computer and just shoot things, or fight dragons and such. So long as he made enough money to eat and remain in his apartment he didn't care about anything else.
Which was why the job at Hooters was fucking perfect for him. He got to bus tables, make 11 bucks and hour plus tips from the girls. AND the girls! He worked with the hottest chicks he had ever seen in his fucking life! It was the greatest. Even when he was elbow deep in dirty dishes, he still got to watch the girls walk by in those tiny little shorts.
What could be better.
While Jake was a video game nerd to most people, he had social skills as well. At least enough to get by, and make friends with his co-workers. HE didn't have the looks or the game to get any of them in the sack, he was funny and quick enough to have them be very friendly to him. Even the bitchy girls were at very least neutral with him so that made it all the better.
There was one girl though, she was the best of all of them. Hot, nice, hot, funny, hot, friendly, hot and she was the only chick there that Jake would call a friend. Of course they never hung out outside of work and he didn't have her phone number or anything like that, they did hang out during breaks and she would openly walk up to him and start a conversation. She was the best thing to a fake girlfriend he could ever imagine.
The one social experience he kept up with on a routine basis was drinking beers with the cooks every Friday night after closing time. They would gather as the only male staff of the restaurant and talk about guy things, sports, tits, and who had the best ass. The girls almost never came over and caught them talking shit, so it was perfectly safe. Hell the girls all had boyfriends they ran off to every night anyway and none of them wanted to hang out with the jerkoffs that ran the back of the house anyway.
Until this one night....
He was happiest when he could sit in front of his computer and just shoot things, or fight dragons and such. So long as he made enough money to eat and remain in his apartment he didn't care about anything else.
Which was why the job at Hooters was fucking perfect for him. He got to bus tables, make 11 bucks and hour plus tips from the girls. AND the girls! He worked with the hottest chicks he had ever seen in his fucking life! It was the greatest. Even when he was elbow deep in dirty dishes, he still got to watch the girls walk by in those tiny little shorts.
What could be better.
While Jake was a video game nerd to most people, he had social skills as well. At least enough to get by, and make friends with his co-workers. HE didn't have the looks or the game to get any of them in the sack, he was funny and quick enough to have them be very friendly to him. Even the bitchy girls were at very least neutral with him so that made it all the better.
There was one girl though, she was the best of all of them. Hot, nice, hot, funny, hot, friendly, hot and she was the only chick there that Jake would call a friend. Of course they never hung out outside of work and he didn't have her phone number or anything like that, they did hang out during breaks and she would openly walk up to him and start a conversation. She was the best thing to a fake girlfriend he could ever imagine.
The one social experience he kept up with on a routine basis was drinking beers with the cooks every Friday night after closing time. They would gather as the only male staff of the restaurant and talk about guy things, sports, tits, and who had the best ass. The girls almost never came over and caught them talking shit, so it was perfectly safe. Hell the girls all had boyfriends they ran off to every night anyway and none of them wanted to hang out with the jerkoffs that ran the back of the house anyway.
Until this one night....