Angie looked at her phone. She only had 10 minutes until her shift started. She better get ready quick. She threw off her sweater, shirt and pants, leaving her just in her undeewear. She scrambled over to her closet for her uniform, a skirt and a dress shirt. She put it on. She checked herself in the mirror. Okay. Nothing seemed amiss.
She ran down the stairs. "MomIhavetoborrowthecar," she yelled out.
"What?" Mom replied.
"I'm taking the car."
Her mom didn't protest, and so Angie hurried to the car, sat down and drove towards her waitressing job.
She arrived there. She checked ger phone. She'd made it with even a few minutes to spare. Maybe she shouldn't have been that stressed, but on the other hand, she'd been late, uh, her last 2 shifts, so it's better to be on the safe side.
She stepped through the back door and entered the kitchen.
"Yo Angie," Mike, a line cook, greeted. "Uhm, where you in a rush?"
"No, why are you saying that?"
"Your shirt," he looked at her chest, "It's looking pretty wack."
Angie looked down. Half her shirt was unbuttoned, in fact, one could directly see her bra and chest perking out. "Shit!" she exclaimed, then started buttoning the shirt.
"You could leave it like that. Your tits being out will probably lead to some exrra tips," Mike joked.
"Very funny," Angie deadpanned. "Now, do I look fine?"
"You always look fine babe," Mike flirted.
Mhm " Angie rolled her eyes. Her and Mike were kind of a thing, keyword "were". It was a pretty casual relationship, but Angie was less interested after she found out Mike had fucked half the girls here. At least he was hot and knew what he was doing with his tongue, so even if it had no future as a proper relationship, it was fun at least, but now she wants to distance herself from him, maybe not right away this moment, but soon.