TheDeathClown
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"I want a Zorro Zero Fat Burrito, Two Sancho Panza Pancake Platters and a large ice water in a collectible Menudo Mug." The orders kept coming, as Donny Torres worked the front register at Lenny's Latin Lunch Hut.
Lenny's Latin Lunch Hut was an old fashion drive up short order stand. Donny and the other servers would roller skate out to each car, take their order, then go back and get it. Normally Lenny loved his job.
He loved the tiny white shorts they were supposed to wear. For one thing, they always gave him a sensual pleasure as they squeeze his scrotum. For another, they seemed to ride up in the asses of the female servers.
He loved serving food to women in cars. When you were standing above them, taking their order, as they sat in their cars, it always gave you a really good view of their cleavage. Summer was especially good for this. What might be a modest, attractive hint of cleavage, because an amusement park of fleshy, rolling hills, when you were looking from above.
What he did not like was the damned heat. It was the middle of July and the sun was directly over his head. He could feel his required Vote For Pedro t-shirt sticking to his skin. He could feel sweat squishing between his thighs. When he ran his hand over his floppy brown hair, it came away soaked. Of course, the silver lining was that sweat made the nipples of the female servers really stand out.
Finally, the clocked moved to twelve thirty. Wendy, the boss, told Donny to service one more car, and then he could go on break. Wendy was a big girl, with flaming red curls, massive melons, a bubble butt and just a bit too much hip and stomach. Her regulation tiny white trunks at least two sizes to small. They were stretched across her luscious, but almost obscene posterior, but somehow still managed to get lost in her ass crack.
Wendy was staring at Donny when she told him this. She seemed to be staring up the length of Lenny's thin, but muscular legs, to his medium sized bulge, to his lanky upper body. She didn't look at his shaggy brown hair, or cute face, but she was definitely staring at his body. "I'm going on break soon too you know." Wendy whispered this, as she filled the ketchup dispenser with another giant plastic bag of ketchup. In the process, she accidentally spilled some down her chest. It pooled between her large melons.
"Crap!" Wendy started to mop at her chest with a stack of napkins. This only succeeded in moving the ketchup further over her chest, until the white cloth over her boobs was wet enough to mold over her nipples. She wiped desperately at her tits, and then realized Donny was staring right at them. Wendy's chubby cheeks turned a color that almost matched her hair. She ran off toward the bathroom. Lenny forced himself to stop staring at her butt bouncing up and down, as she ran. He had a car to finish.
The parking lot was full and bustling when Donny skated back out. Roxanne, a petite black girl with just enough curves to have appeal, was bent half way over, leaning into the window of a low rider care. She was making eyes at Roberto, who had come back after his shift. Roberto never did seem to go home. He was a short, but built guy with thick black hair and a black goatee. Right now he was stripped to the waist. Across his chest was a black tribal eagle.
Donny's last car turned out to be a pink convertible with its top down. Two sophomores from Steinway Community Discount Learning Center were in a heated discussion of the menu. They both had fake blonde hair, which hung to their butts; large chests stuffed into tank tops, and cut off jeans short. The first one's tank top had a picture of Mickey Mouse. This face and ears were stretched over her chest in a way that dared you to look at them. The other one was wearing a black tank top that was cut so low that Donny swore she would pop out a nipple if she breathed too hard. He deliberately skated around to the side with the most cleavage, praying that he was right about probability of nipple poppage.
The girls looked up when he skated over, and smiled at him. They had perfect white teeth. In fact, they looked like caps. Donny was now pretty sure that their boobs weren't real either. The one in the black tank top had boobs that were lifted and separate, with perfectly erect nipples. That wasn't his idea of a perfect set of boobs. Donny preferred natural breasts. Still, he couldn't help staring. "Can I help you ladies?" The ladies he was looking at were identical, rounded and fake.
The girls looked at were his gaze was, and started to whisper. "The one in the Mickey shirt said "We sure hope so. We were looking at the menu, but we just can't decide what to get. What kind of drink do you have that is thick, creamy and warm?" They both started to giggle.
The window to the bathroom, which was frosted, suddenly shot up. Wendy's head, and half of her chest, popped out. "Uh Donny.... I really, really need help. Please... Now!" Her half displayed chest was heaving heavily. Her face looked sweaty and red. The entire effect, with her hair, was like a giant, luscious cherry.
Donny wanted to scream, but he knew he better go. He took one last long stare down the cleavage in front of him. "Sorry ladies, but I need to help my manager. Please, don't go away!" He could see Roberto getting out of his car. He was following Roxanne toward the employee entrance, when he spotted the two artificial enhanced blondes. Donny realized he would have to move quickly. Roberto was always scooping him on women. He skated away quickly, hunched over a bit to hit the obvious bulge in his tight white shorts.
OOC: this one isn't really "me", but I had just read a few stories on Lit that didn't even try for realism or romance and was amused by them, so I thought I would try my had at an opening that was "transparent", just to see if I actually could
Lenny's Latin Lunch Hut was an old fashion drive up short order stand. Donny and the other servers would roller skate out to each car, take their order, then go back and get it. Normally Lenny loved his job.
He loved the tiny white shorts they were supposed to wear. For one thing, they always gave him a sensual pleasure as they squeeze his scrotum. For another, they seemed to ride up in the asses of the female servers.
He loved serving food to women in cars. When you were standing above them, taking their order, as they sat in their cars, it always gave you a really good view of their cleavage. Summer was especially good for this. What might be a modest, attractive hint of cleavage, because an amusement park of fleshy, rolling hills, when you were looking from above.
What he did not like was the damned heat. It was the middle of July and the sun was directly over his head. He could feel his required Vote For Pedro t-shirt sticking to his skin. He could feel sweat squishing between his thighs. When he ran his hand over his floppy brown hair, it came away soaked. Of course, the silver lining was that sweat made the nipples of the female servers really stand out.
Finally, the clocked moved to twelve thirty. Wendy, the boss, told Donny to service one more car, and then he could go on break. Wendy was a big girl, with flaming red curls, massive melons, a bubble butt and just a bit too much hip and stomach. Her regulation tiny white trunks at least two sizes to small. They were stretched across her luscious, but almost obscene posterior, but somehow still managed to get lost in her ass crack.
Wendy was staring at Donny when she told him this. She seemed to be staring up the length of Lenny's thin, but muscular legs, to his medium sized bulge, to his lanky upper body. She didn't look at his shaggy brown hair, or cute face, but she was definitely staring at his body. "I'm going on break soon too you know." Wendy whispered this, as she filled the ketchup dispenser with another giant plastic bag of ketchup. In the process, she accidentally spilled some down her chest. It pooled between her large melons.
"Crap!" Wendy started to mop at her chest with a stack of napkins. This only succeeded in moving the ketchup further over her chest, until the white cloth over her boobs was wet enough to mold over her nipples. She wiped desperately at her tits, and then realized Donny was staring right at them. Wendy's chubby cheeks turned a color that almost matched her hair. She ran off toward the bathroom. Lenny forced himself to stop staring at her butt bouncing up and down, as she ran. He had a car to finish.
The parking lot was full and bustling when Donny skated back out. Roxanne, a petite black girl with just enough curves to have appeal, was bent half way over, leaning into the window of a low rider care. She was making eyes at Roberto, who had come back after his shift. Roberto never did seem to go home. He was a short, but built guy with thick black hair and a black goatee. Right now he was stripped to the waist. Across his chest was a black tribal eagle.
Donny's last car turned out to be a pink convertible with its top down. Two sophomores from Steinway Community Discount Learning Center were in a heated discussion of the menu. They both had fake blonde hair, which hung to their butts; large chests stuffed into tank tops, and cut off jeans short. The first one's tank top had a picture of Mickey Mouse. This face and ears were stretched over her chest in a way that dared you to look at them. The other one was wearing a black tank top that was cut so low that Donny swore she would pop out a nipple if she breathed too hard. He deliberately skated around to the side with the most cleavage, praying that he was right about probability of nipple poppage.
The girls looked up when he skated over, and smiled at him. They had perfect white teeth. In fact, they looked like caps. Donny was now pretty sure that their boobs weren't real either. The one in the black tank top had boobs that were lifted and separate, with perfectly erect nipples. That wasn't his idea of a perfect set of boobs. Donny preferred natural breasts. Still, he couldn't help staring. "Can I help you ladies?" The ladies he was looking at were identical, rounded and fake.
The girls looked at were his gaze was, and started to whisper. "The one in the Mickey shirt said "We sure hope so. We were looking at the menu, but we just can't decide what to get. What kind of drink do you have that is thick, creamy and warm?" They both started to giggle.
The window to the bathroom, which was frosted, suddenly shot up. Wendy's head, and half of her chest, popped out. "Uh Donny.... I really, really need help. Please... Now!" Her half displayed chest was heaving heavily. Her face looked sweaty and red. The entire effect, with her hair, was like a giant, luscious cherry.
Donny wanted to scream, but he knew he better go. He took one last long stare down the cleavage in front of him. "Sorry ladies, but I need to help my manager. Please, don't go away!" He could see Roberto getting out of his car. He was following Roxanne toward the employee entrance, when he spotted the two artificial enhanced blondes. Donny realized he would have to move quickly. Roberto was always scooping him on women. He skated away quickly, hunched over a bit to hit the obvious bulge in his tight white shorts.
OOC: this one isn't really "me", but I had just read a few stories on Lit that didn't even try for realism or romance and was amused by them, so I thought I would try my had at an opening that was "transparent", just to see if I actually could
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